Victoriaโs mouth twisted into a cruel grin. โYou think sheโll come back? After what you did? After you discarded her like she was disposable? She wonโt save you.โRichardโs voice sharpened. โAnd you, you will not sabotage this family any further.โEleanor added, โIf you can't stand to see Sarah succeed, then perhaps it's best you stay out of the way entirely.โVictoria stood frozen, her face flushing with humiliation and fury. Then something in her eyes shifted.Her pride had been gutted, her false sense of superiority shattered. And now, only something darker remained, something unhinged.โSheโll fall,โ she muttered. โNo matter how high she climbsโฆ sheโll fall. And when she does, Iโll be there to watch.โRichard stared at her, stunned. โWhat are you saying?โVictoria didnโt answer.She just turned and stormed out of the room, rage simmering beneath her skin like molten fire.As the door slammed behind her, the Caldwells looked at each other, dread creeping into their bones.Because t
The man offered no name. Instead, he slipped a sleek black card into her hand.There was no writing on it. No number. Just an embossed serpent coiled around a rose.Victoria's eyes narrowed. That symbol. It stirred something at the back of her mind, something sheโd seen once in a document in her fatherโs office. Something that whispered trouble.โYou have three minutes to decide,โ the man said smoothly. โThe invitation wonโt be extended again.โHe began to turn away, already moving through the crowd as if certain she would follow.And Victoria?She hesitated, for just a second.Then she clutched the card tighter, heart pounding with something she hadnโt felt in days: possibility.If this was what she suspected, if the man behind this wanted a word, it meant Sarah wasnโt as untouchable as everyone thought. And maybeโฆ just maybe, there was still a play left on the board.Straightening her spine, Victoria pushed past the crowd and followed him into the dark.The night air was sharp and c
Gerald straightened, smoothing his sleeves. โYouโll hear from me in a few days. Until then, stay close. Observe. And if you can, find out more about what Sarahโs next move might be. I want to stay one step ahead.โVictoria scoffed lightly. โDonโt worry. Iโve been watching her longer than you have.โHe reached for the door handle on her side and pushed it open.A gust of wind swept in.Victoria stepped out, pausing to glance back over her shoulder. โYou better not screw this up, Gerald. Iโm not here to lose.โHis expression didnโt waver. โNeither am I.โWith that, she turned and walked back into the night, heels clicking against the pavement like warning shots.Her silhouette disappeared into the barโs neon haze, her heart darker than it had ever been.Inside the SUV, Gerald leaned back and exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed with cold satisfaction.Geraldโs smirk deepened after the car door shut behind Victoria, her scent still lingering faintly in the air, a mixture of expensive perfume an
As the sleek black car rolled through the gates, their fingers interlaced between them in the backseat, Alexanderโs expression shifted slightly. He was no longer the teasing husband, he was now the CEO, but beside him sat not just his wife, but Sarah Miller, Blake, the revealed force behind one of the fastest rising luxury brands in the fashion world.The car pulled into the private entrance beneath the towering Blake Industries building, and as Sarah stepped out first, the hush that fell across the arriving staff was immediate.She held her head high, spine straight, each step radiating quiet dominance.Alexander followed behind her like a shadow, one that guarded, supported, and admired.Inside the lobby, whispers began to hum through the air like an undercurrent.โThatโs herโฆ sheโs the one behind Mountain Rose?โโI thought she just married into the Blake familyโฆโโSheโs been running that brand the whole time?โSarah heard them all, and not a single word fazed her. Instead, she smil
The hallway felt suffocating as she approached the office door. Sarahโs name gleamed from the plaque, mocking her.Her hand raised slowly, hovering just inches from the handle.She hesitated.Would Sarah slam the door in her face?Would she even acknowledge her?Elise wouldn't blame her if she didnโt.Behind her, she could hear a few employees whispering, likely watching the show unfold.The same people who had once sided with her now kept their distance, pretending not to see.Elise straightened her spine, took a deep breath, and knocked lightly before pushing the door open.Sarah was behind her desk, poised and composed, a tablet in her hand as she reviewed something on her screen.She looked up as the door creaked, her expression unreadable.Their eyes met.Elise froze.For the first time, she couldnโt find the arrogance that usually sat in her tone. She couldn't summon the snide remarks or the patronizing smile. All that was gone.All she had was silenceโฆ and shame.โI...โ Elise b
Another pause.โI wanted to tell you,โ Cecilia added, her voice more serious now, โbe careful. Especially with your sister.โSarahโs heart skipped a beat. โVictoria?โโYes. I know you donโt trust her because you shouldnโt. But itโs more than just envy now. Sheโs spiraling, Sarah. Sheโs bitter. Desperate. She was trying to reach me last night. She didnโt take my silence well.โโSheโll come at you differently now,โ Cecilia warned. โBefore, it was childish rivalry. But now? Now, sheโs humiliated. Exposed. And that makes her dangerous.โSarah inhaled slowly.Her sister. Or rather, the woman who had been raised in her place. The irony of it all still lingered in her bones.The world had finally seen who she truly was, and now Victoria, once the golden child, was descending deeper into shadows.โWhy are you telling me this?โ Sarah asked.โBecause Iโm not her,โ Cecilia replied quietly. โI may have hated you for a time. But not anymore. I wanted to win, yes, but I never wanted to destroy you.
Alexander rose from his seat and walked toward the door, holding it open.โYou may leave now,โ he said, without looking at them again. โI suggest you focus on salvaging what little reputation you have left, if thatโs even possible.โRichard stood slowly. โYouโre making a mistake, Alexander.โโNo,โ Alexander said, his eyes dark and glinting with quiet fury. โYou did. Years ago. And now youโre reaping every single consequence.โEleanor looked as if she might cry, but Richard grasped her hand and walked her out with stiff pride.As the door closed behind them, Alexander let out a slow breath.There were battles Sarah didnโt need to fight anymore. Not when she had him.And he would burn the world before he ever let it come for her again.The soft light filtered in through the tall windows of the Blake Group's executive wing, casting a golden hue over Sarahโs rebranded office.It was minimalist elegance at its best, clean lines, warm earth tones, and a striking orchid centerpiece in the mi
Sarah had grown up with nothing. Raised in a modest town by James and Mary Miller, who had taught her values that werenโt measured by wealth or bloodlines. Then thrust into high society, into marriage with a man sheโd barely known, only for him to become her fiercest protector and, over time, her partner in every sense.And now, the company her birth parents had once deemed too powerful to risk for her sake, was under her control.โWhy didnโt you say anything sooner?โ she asked softly.Alexander smiled, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. โBecause I didnโt do it for show, Sarah. I did it because no one gets to look down on you anymore. Not them. Not the board. Not anyone.โThere was no pride in his tone, just simple, unwavering loyalty. The kind that made her chest feel tight with a quiet sort of awe.Sarah shook her head, a breathy laugh escaping her. โSometimes I wonder who really won between the two of us in this marriage.โโYou did,โ he said without missing a bea
The sun was dipping low over the horizon, casting a rich, molten gold sheen across the endless stretch of cerulean water surrounding the private island. Waves lapped lazily at the pristine white shores, and the sweet scent of tropical blooms filled the salt heavy breeze. Four years had passed since the darkness that had almost swallowed them whole. Four years since Sarah had been ripped from Alexanderโs arms and nearly broken beyond recognition. Four years since Alexander had been confined to a wheelchair, only to fight tooth and nail to walk again, fueled by sheer willpower, physical therapy, and Sarahโs unyielding belief in him. And today, today was a celebration not just of survival, but of life. Laughter rang out from the sprawling beachfront villa, decorated with colorful ribbons, balloons, and flowers that spilled over tables heavy with food and gifts. Small hands clapped excitedly as the Blake twins, three year old terrors with grins that could melt glaciers, chased each
Geraldโs world had flipped, literally and figuratively.The scent of leaking gasoline still clung to his shredded suit.His once polished shoes were coated in blood and gravel, and his jaw ached with every breath he took.The crash had thrown him like a ragdoll, flinging his body into a ditch after his vehicle, tires blown out from a desperate chase, had careened off the hillside road.Heโd blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasnโt mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.Heโd heard the boots crunching over leaves and dirt long before the shadows finally stretched toward him.Then came the firm grip of gloved hands dragging his broken form to a clearing, rifles trained on him, and a half circle of men in black combat gear standing like a wall of death.And at the center of it all, Darius.Pristine as ever, yet colder than a winter grave.Darius stood tall, hands behind his back, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the bloodied man in front of him.G
Sarah turned slowly to Alexander, her hand still pressed to her mouth. โWeโreโฆ weโre going to have a baby.โHis eyes glistened with fresh tears, shock, joy, fear, all colliding in one single breath.He reached out to cradle her face with both hands, his broken leg momentarily forgotten.A baby.A child made from chaos and pain, love and survival.โI donโt deserve this,โ he whispered hoarsely. โNot after everything Iโve done. Not after I almost lost you.โโYou didnโt lose me,โ she whispered back. โAnd you wonโt. Not now. Not ever.โHe kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. โI swear Iโll protect both of you. Even if I canโt walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.โShe laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. โThen weโll crawl together. And when weโre readyโฆ weโll run.โThey held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadnโt
Sarah stayed curled in Alexanderโs arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldnโt believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. โYou were shotโฆ I rememberโฆ I...โAlexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. โItโs okay. Iโm here.โBut Sarahโs heart had already begun to race again. โYou were limpingโฆ and I sawโฆ but I didnโt know it was this bad.โ Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasnโt tied down. She wasnโt cold anymore. She wasnโt in that dark room. That house. Thatโฆ nightmare.She was safe.Orโฆ something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadnโt even known sheโd been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasnโt there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. โIโll be a burden now. Sheโll never say it, but Iโll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. Iโd rather she hate me than pity me.โโSheโs not that kind of woman,โ Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.โWhat if she staysโฆ just because she thinks she owes me?โDariusโs brow furrowed. โThen you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.โSilence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. โGerald got away.โDariusโs expression hardened. โBarely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,โ Darius replied coldly. โHe doesnโt care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.โAlexanderโs jaw clenched. โThen weโll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexanderโs heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.โSarah...!โ Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, โGet a doctor! Now!โWithin seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman heโd secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.โHoly shit,โ he muttered.But she was already in the driverโs seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didnโt vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didnโt flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didnโt panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself sheโd buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.โHang on,โ she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Dariusโs lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.โHeโs fading,โ Darius warned. โWeโve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Dariusโs boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?โAlpha to all units,โ Darius growled into his earpiece, โentry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.โโCopy that,โ came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadnโt fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.โCan you drive?โ he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. โWhat?โโIf this goes south, weโ