And she did. She told him about Margaret, about how Mountain Rose had started as a small dream and grown into something she never could have imagined.She told him about the fear that had kept her from sharing it with him, about the guilt that had eaten at her every day.When she finished, Alexander was silent for a long time.He looked at her, his expression unreadable, before finally speaking. “I’m not angry that you have your own dreams, Sarah. I’m angry that you thought you had to hide them from me.”“I’m sorry,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted to hurt you.”He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I know.”For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, slowly, Alexander reached out a hand. Sarah hesitated, then took it, her heart aching as his fingers curled around hers.“We’ll figure this out,” he said softly. “But no more secrets, Sarah. I mean it.”She nodded, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. “No more secrets.”As Alexander gently took Sarah's hand, he pulle
Sarah shifted slightly on Alexander's lap, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.The intimacy of their position, her perched delicately on his lap while they sat in the quiet of his study, had eased some of the tension between them, but her curiosity gnawed at her.“Alexander,” she began softly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “I’ve been meaning to ask… why did you bid so fiercely for the Mountain Rose jewelry? Especially when Blake Group already had Elise’s designs on display. Was it just business strategy?”His dark eyes held hers for a moment, searching, as if deciding how much of himself to reveal. Finally, he sighed, leaning back slightly, though his arms stayed firmly wrapped around her waist.“At first,” he admitted, “it was a calculated move. The Mountain Rose brand was gaining a lot of buzz, and I couldn’t let Blake Group miss out on the chance to align with such a name, even if it wasn’t ours.” He paused, his thumb lightly brushing over her back. “But then I s
“So, Mr. Blake,” she said, her tone teasing. “What’s next for the thirty million dollar investor?”He chuckled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. “Next, we turn Mountain Rose into a household name. Together.”“Together,” she echoed, her smile widening.But as much as the lightness had returned, Alexander’s mind still lingered on a thought he couldn’t quite shake.He couldn’t deny the jealousy that had flared when he’d seen Liam with her, or the frustration he’d felt at being kept in the dark.While he trusted her promise to be open moving forward, the possessiveness he felt was a stark reminder of how deeply he cared, and how much he had to lose.Still, for now, he pushed those feelings aside, focusing instead on the woman in his arms.As their lips met, the room seemed to grow warmer, the tension that had simmered between them melting into a passionate embrace.Sarah's arms wrapped around Alexander's neck, pulling him closer as their kisses deepened, each one more fervent t
The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a warm light over the room.Alexander stirred first, his senses waking to the comforting presence of Sarah still curled against him.For a moment, he let himself relish the quiet intimacy, the sound of her even breathing bringing a rare sense of calm.Just as he was about to close his eyes again, Sarah shifted, her hand lazily swiping across his chest as she stretched.Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him groggily."Morning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips."Good morning," Alexander replied, his voice smooth but carrying a hint of teasing. "Finally awake, are we? I was beginning to think you'd sleep the whole day."Sarah let out a soft laugh, her face still nestled against his chest. "Says the man who couldn't keep his eyes open past midnight last night," she quipped, her tone playful."I was exhausted from all your secrets," Alexander shot bac
Alexander smirked and crossed the room to stand behind her.He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders, meeting her gaze through the mirror. "Sarah, you could wear a potato sack and still turn heads. But if you’re asking for my opinion..." His voice trailed off as he tilted his head, scrutinizing the dress.She turned to face him fully, her eyebrows raised. "Well? Honest thoughts."He gave a small shrug. "It’s nice. But ‘nice’ doesn’t suit you, not for tonight. You need something that makes everyone in the room stop and stare."Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she glanced down at the dress before tossing it onto the bed with a sigh. "That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out, but nothing feels good enough."Alexander stepped around her, pulling a sleek navy jacket from the wardrobe and shrugging it on. "Do you want me to call a stylist? We can have someone here in an hour with a rack of options."Sarah shook her head quickly. "No, no, I’ll figure it out. I don’t want to make
The streets of Paris were bustling as Alexander and Sarah strolled along, his wheelchair expertly maneuvering through the cobblestone streets.The crisp air was laced with the scent of freshly baked bread from nearby patisseries.Sarah had been unusually quiet though her eyes sparkled at every window display they passed.Alexander noticed her hesitance, attributing it to her nerves about the gala later that evening.His gaze softened. Though he had grown accustomed to masking his emotions, he found himself feeling strangely protective of her. More than usual."See something you like?" he asked, motioning toward a storefront showcasing elegant Parisian jewelry.Sarah shook her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not really. Just admiring the craftsmanship."He arched a brow, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "You, admiring someone else's jewelry? Should I be jealous?"Before Sarah could respond, a familiar voice cut through the din of the crowd."Alexander! Sarah!"They t
Alexander sat in the study, the faint light from the desk lamp casting shadows across his furrowed brow.His hand rested on the arm of his wheelchair, fingers drumming absently as frustration boiled within him.The confrontation with Liam and the way he had abruptly ended their day haunted him.What’s wrong with me? He thought bitterly.His possessiveness had spiraled out of control.He wasn’t the insecure type, yet with Sarah, everything seemed heightened, his protectiveness, his jealousy, his doubts.Liam’s casual familiarity with Sarah had ignited something primal in him. The realization left a sour taste in his mouth.He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.I cut the city tour short for what?To prove some nonexistent point?His own actions disgusted him.She had been so excited about exploring, and he had stolen that moment from her.In their bedroom, Sarah stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself as she gazed out at the city lights.Her mind replayed the day
As they made their final preparations, Sarah added subtle jewelry to complement the gown, delicate emerald earrings and a matching bracelet.Alexander, ever attentive, adjusted the clasp on her necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin.She shivered at the touch, and he noticed, his lips quirking into a knowing smile.Once they were ready, Sarah stood back to admire the both of them in the mirror.They looked like a power couple straight out of a fairy tale, her radiant in green and him a pillar of poise and strength, even in his chair.“You know,” she said playfully, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say we look like we’re about to take over the world.”Alexander raised a brow. “Who says we’re not?”They both laughed, and he held out a hand. “Shall we, Mrs. Blake?”“We shall,” she replied, her heart swelling as she took his hand.She bent down to place another lingering kiss on his lips before standing straight again.“We’re going to turn heads tonight,” he said as they exited the
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 Alexander’s 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 Sarah’s 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
Gerald’s 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.He’d blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasn’t mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.He’d 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. “We’re… we’re going to have a baby.”His 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.“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered hoarsely. “Not after everything I’ve done. Not after I almost lost you.”“You didn’t lose me,” she whispered back. “And you won’t. Not now. Not ever.”He kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. “I swear I’ll protect both of you. Even if I can’t walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.”She laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. “Then we’ll crawl together. And when we’re ready… we’ll run.”They held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadn’t
Sarah stayed curled in Alexander’s 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 couldn’t 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. “You were shot… I remember… I...”Alexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”But Sarah’s heart had already begun to race again. “You were limping… and I saw… but I didn’t know it was this bad.” 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 wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t cold anymore. She wasn’t in that dark room. That house. That… nightmare.She was safe.Or… something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadn’t even known she’d 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 wasn’t 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. “I’ll be a burden now. She’ll never say it, but I’ll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. I’d rather she hate me than pity me.”“She’s not that kind of woman,” 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.“What if she stays… just because she thinks she owes me?”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Then you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.”Silence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Gerald got away.”Darius’s expression hardened. “Barely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,” Darius replied coldly. “He doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexander’s 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.“Sarah...!” 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, “Get a doctor! Now!”Within seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman he’d secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.“Holy shit,” he muttered.But she was already in the driver’s seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didn’t 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 didn’t flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didn’t panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself she’d buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.“Hang on,” she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Darius’s lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.“He’s fading,” Darius warned. “We’ve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Darius’s 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?“Alpha to all units,” Darius growled into his earpiece, “entry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.”“Copy that,” 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 hadn’t fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.“Can you drive?” he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. “What?”“If this goes south, we’