Elena POV
"Elena wait," William says to me, grabbing my wrist in his delicate hold, the smell of hospital detergents filling my nose "Stand here and do what exactly William?" I raise a brow at him, facing him squarely pulling my hand from his hold. William, my husband's brother, one of the wealthiest men in the city, brought me to the hospital as I was feeling unwell, being married to his brother, he had brought me here more than Dameon my husband had, so it was natural. I was directed to the Antenatal ward with news of my pregnancy, it was a miracle, Daemon and I had hardly shared a bed in the one year of marriage, he only touched me on the days he was drunk, but he had told me it was because he had developed a medical condition after college due to age and revealing it to the world would be embarrassing for him, so we kept this information to ourselves but standing here now in the lobby of the hospital and William breaking such news to me is shocking, it's a simple lie. "You know I will never lie to you Elena, you're completely loyal and in love with Daemon, I would never try to spoil your relationship if it wasn't the truth" "William," I walk forward, my eyes meeting with his in my open toes heels, "I know my husband Daemon and he will never do such a thing to me, he is a loyal and loving husband" "I swear it Elena," he says softly, "Daemon is cheating on you" I huff, walking out of the sliding doors with him on my tail, I cross my hands across each other, "I trust my husband one hundred percent William, do away with these accusations unless you have some sought of proof?" I turn my head to him, the gentle New York breeze blowing my white dress to the side. He frowns, standing still In his spot, "I will find some evidence, but you must promise not to tell Daemon about the pregnancy yet, I'm afraid I don't know what he would do, he might get aggressive and violent" "I've been married to Daemon for a year now, William, your brother has never for once harmed me, I think we are good here," I nod at him as my driver pulls my car around Harmed me? Daemon had never done that, he knew my grandfather would have his head for that, my grandfather is one of the richest men in the city, with me being his sole heiress as my parents were assassinated years back in our home, my father being his only son. But screamed, hit objects, threw things, and insulted, Daemon had displayed these characteristics multiple times in front of me, usually drunk, and after that, we would get intimate, it was his way of doing things and I never found it weird, we had been dating since high school, for years in fact and I knew Daemon like the back of my palm, he loved me despite all of these, he was just not really good with alcohol. "Don't do it Elena, give me a few days" William says from behind me, as I proceed to enter the back seat of the SUV. I say nothing entering the car, and closing the door behind him. "Where to mam?" The driver turns slightly to me. Russo Enterprise please, I say referring to my husband's company, I can't keep such happy news from him, despite what Williams says, I have to tell him about this. I look down at my phone, open my calendar, and save the date, "I'M PREGNANT" I smile to myself, should I call grad-pa and tell him the good news? He will be purely overjoyed, he would say, "His angel is giving him his mini angel" "We are here Mam," the driver says the car coming to a stop, halting my thoughts. "Thank you, I will need you to come back in 20 minutes, we will be heading to Royal Inc soon, "I say referring to my grand-fathers company. "Okay Mam" he nods, helping me with the door, right after. I walk into the building and I receive weird stares, pushing the elevator doors open, I arrange my pearls around my neck, nervous about what Daemon would think about the baby, yes we didn't plan a baby now but in the next four years, but, it was good news, there's no way he would get angry in his office anyway, so this is the best time to deliver the news. The elevator doors open, revealing the large orange and glass hallway, I walk past several employees right to the end of the hallway with two double brown doors blocking my view from him. "Mam" His secretary stands approaching me. "Is he in?" I turn to her, auburn colored hair and the most beautiful sets of blue eyes I've ever seen, mine a duller color. Daemon always hired beautiful women to work around him, and I had absolute trust in him, we had been dating for years and married for a year and he never gave me a reason not to trust him, making Williams's accusation uninteresting and untrue "Yes mam" she nods, I'll tell him, you're here. I tuck my black long hair behind my ears, "No no, don't do that, it's a surprise, I throw her a smile Walking forward, I push the door open, my heart drumming loudly in my chest, the open door reveals a strong back wrapped in a striped blue shirt and black trousers, his phone to his ear, laughing loudly, one thing I had never seen him do much. "Honey, I'm here," I say loud enough for him to catch. He stops laughing and turning to me, his blonde hair swooped down his head revealing dreamy blue eyes, his brows pulled into a frown, his pink lips pulled into a straight line, he drops the phone turning to me. "What are you doing here?" He drops his phone on the table Nervously I shuffle on my feet, closing the door, and turning to him, my fingers crossed, "I have some exciting news" "Well out with it then?" he frowns, hands on his waist. "I'm pregnant," I say spreading my hands to reveal my barely growing bump.ELENA POV The next morning, Alex leave for an urgent meeting in another state, he will be traveling for a few hours and he leaves a kiss on my forehead as I pretend to sleep before he closes the door behind him quietly I wake up sluggishly and Sophia bursts into my room without knocking, hair in a messy braid, sunglasses perched on her head. “Get dressed,” she orders, tossing a linen dress onto my bed. “For what?” I mumble, still half asleep. “An antique market,” she says. “You need sunlight before you start looking like a haunted painting.” “Rude,” I mutter with a smile, but I drag myself out of bed anyway. By noon, we’re wandering narrow aisles between cluttered stalls downtown. The city smells like coffee and exhaust, and everything feels alive in a way the mansion never quite does. Sophia picks up a chipped porcelain teacup. “This looks like your resting face,” she teases. I roll my eyes, but I’m laughing. “You’re impossible.” “Yet here you are,” she grins.
ELENA POV The morning after the beach, I half expect Alex to pull away. Maybe regret the kiss. Maybe remember why we kept our walls up in the first place. But he doesn’t. Instead, over breakfast, he asks almost too casually, if I want to come to a meeting with him at the docks. I’m still in my robe, hair damp from the shower, when I look up at him. “You mean actually come with you? As in, be there?” Alex sets down his coffee, lifts a brow. “That is what ‘come with me’ means, Elena.” My heart stutters, and I hate how obvious it must be on my face. “Yes,” I say, before I can second guess it. “Yes, okay.” We ride down together, windows tinted, Marco driving up front. The closer we get to the docks, the more Alex’s posture changes, a little straighter, a little harder around the edges. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. Somehow, I feel steadier beside him. Outside the car, the wind tastes of salt and diesel. A group of men in dark coats cluster near the containers, voices
ELENA POVAfter everything that happened, I should still be angry. After all the lies, after the secrets, after the night I overheard him say “I’m in love with her” when he thought I couldn’t hear, I should keep my distance but I simply can’t. For days, I keep seeing that moment in my head. The rough way he’d said it, like it hurt him to admit it. And I keep seeing Marco too, the suspicion in his eyes, the warning in his voice, like he knows in going to break his bosses heart. I tell myself it doesn’t matter. That it can’t. But each morning I wake up next to him, the wall I’ve built cracks just a little more and it scares me more than anything. One night, after he leaves for a meeting, I sit on the edge of our bed, staring at the dark window and fighting with myself. I want to test this feeling. To see if what we have is real or if it’ll shatter the second I reach for it. So I call Marco, my voice shaky as I ask him for help. “A beach?” Marco repeats, surprised. “Yes. S
ELENA POVI should be asleep but my thoughts won’t shut up, so I get out of bed and pad downstairs in nothing but an oversized shirt and bare feet, hoping cold water will help.The mansion feels too big at night, echoing hallways, polished marble that catches every sound. Somewhere in the dark, my heart still beats too fast from what happened earlier.Samantha’s desperacy, Alex saving me again.I’m almost at the kitchen when voices drift from the other side of the hall. The voices are Low, sharp. Angry and I freeze because I immediately recognize the voicesIt’s Alex and Samantha.I want to barge in there and ask whats she's doing at the mansion, especially at this time and right after she almost killed me again but I stay silent and creep furtherI know I shouldn’t listen, I should turn around, go upstairs, pretend I didn’t hear but my legs stay rooted to the spot, my breath caught somewhere in my throat.“I warned you,” Samantha spits out, voice high and brittle. “She’s ruining you
ELENA POV I should’ve known Samantha wouldn’t stay quiet for long. After everything that’s happened, I almost convince myself the worst has already happened. But the worst always has a way of finding me. The day starts normally enough. If you can call wearing designer silk around a mansion guarded by men with guns normal. Alex leaves early for meetings. He’s quiet, distracted, but kisses my forehead before he goes. The gesture is small, but it stays with me all morning. I sip coffee on the terrace, letting the sun warm my skin, trying not to replay the look in Rachel’s eyes yesterday outside Daemon’s office. Her Suspicion, possessiveness, fear because she knows she has something that doesn't belong to her.She knows something, or at least she suspects, But she doesn’t know everything and that’s my advantage. Sophia texts around noon, asking to go dress shopping again, but I decline. My mind is too restless, I decide instead to do something stupid.A drive.Marco insists on co
ELENA POV I should feel nothing after all this is a mission. A lie. A carefully spun game. But walking into Daemon’s office again, knowing what I’m about to do, still makes my pulse race. The receptionist watches me for the second time like I’ve grown two heads. Of course she does. I’m Alexander Bianchi’s wife. What business do I have coming here, especially after the last time I was here and bumping into Rachel in the elevator.The rumor mill must be spinning out of control, good I smirk at that thought Daemon stands by the window, back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone to his ear. The view of Manhattan sprawls behind him, but his gaze snaps to me the second I step inside. “Elena.” His voice drops an octave. Warm. Too warm. “Am I early?” I ask, feigning innocence. He hangs up. “Never too early for you.” I walk closer, careful, each step calculated. My dress clings to my hips, chosen for this moment. His gaze drags over me openly. “Interesting choice,” he murmurs, nodding at