Mag-log in“F*ck, you’re so tight, babe!” I put a hand over my mouth as I peeked through the gap in the door. “I like it! I like it! Harder, Dan!” Gia moaned, nearly losing her mind. “I don’t think we’ll be able to do this anymore, since you’re getting married tomorrow,” Gia said, breathless. “Even if I’m married, I’ll still pound you hard like I’m single,” Daniel replied between breaths, continuing to thrust into Gia—while Gia glanced toward where I was and smirked at me, as if to mock me. Yes—she could see me clearly. And it felt like she asked Daniel that on purpose, as if it was something they did all the time. I used to think Daniel was such a gentleman because he never asked me for that kind of thing. Turns out, he was getting it from someone else. Inside the room, I could see my fiancé, Daniel, completely naked behind his childhood friend Gia—who was also completely naked. I didn’t even realize the tears were falling until I felt them on my cheeks, still staring at their filthy act. I thought I would be the one to surprise him—but I was the one who ended up shocked. I didn’t stay to watch what happened next. I left and wiped my tears away. “Just wait,” I whispered into the air, “and you’ll see how Althea Bailey gets her revenge…”
view moreAlthea’s POVFor a long moment after Alexander said the word together, no one in the vault spoke.Maybe it was because everyone understood that the note Celeste had read was not only another piece of evidence. It was something more personal than that, more frightening too, because it proved Leonardo Dale had not only feared documents, witnesses, and old recordings. He had feared memory. He had feared what Alexander and I might become if the broken pieces inside us ever found their way back to each other.Together, they remember too much.The sentence stayed in my mind as I stood beside Alexander, his hand warm around mine, his lips still faintly pressed to my knuckles before he slowly lowered our joined hands between us. Around us, officers continued photographing files, sealing evidence bags, and cataloging the contents of the hidden archive, but even their careful movements sounded distant.I looked up at Alexander and found him already watching me.Not with fear this time.Not even
Althea’s POVLeonardo Dale’s smile remained in place, but after I spoke, something behind his eyes shifted.It was not fear, not yet. Men like him did not give fear away so easily. It was irritation first, a small crack in the polished surface of his confidence, as if he had expected us to arrive angry, reckless, and easy to dismiss, but not with a warrant in Celeste’s hand, Director Reyes at our side, and Alexander standing beside me with the kind of calm that made even silence feel like authority.“Buried records?” Leonardo repeated, his voice smooth enough for the employees in the lobby to hear. “Mrs. Winston, that sounds rather dramatic for a foundation office.”I smiled politely. “I’ve learned that dramatic things often happen in very clean buildings.”A faint sound came from Shaun behind me, but he covered it with a cough.Alexander’s fingers tightened around mine, and though he did not look at me, I felt the approval in that small touch. It warmed me more than it should have, e
Althea’s POVBy the time the sun fully rose, the hospital hallway had become strangely peaceful, even though nothing about our situation was truly peaceful.Rina Mendoza was inside Paolo’s room with Celeste, Director Reyes, and one of the court officers Governor Alcantara had sent to formalize her sworn statement as quickly and quietly as possible. Joel sat beside his sleeping son, one hand resting on Paolo’s blanket as if even sleep could not convince him his child was safe. Outside the room, two Bailey guards and two of Alexander’s trusted men stood watch, and Shaun had already arranged for the family to be moved to a secure location once Dr. Mira confirmed Paolo was well enough to travel.I stood near the window with Alexander, or Alex, though the name still felt too tender to say carelessly.He had gone quiet after I called him that. Not distant, not cold, but quiet in a way that made me think the name had opened a part of him he had kept locked for years. Every now and then, his
Althea’s POVWe reached the hospital before dawn.The sky outside was still dark, the kind of darkness that felt thinner because morning was already somewhere behind it, waiting to break through. But inside the car, with Alexander beside me and Shaun in the front seat speaking quietly into his phone, everything still felt trapped in the night we had not escaped from. My hands were cold even though Alexander’s fingers were wrapped around mine, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rina Mendoza standing beside Paolo’s hospital bed, crying with relief, unaware that the danger around her son had not begun at the river last night.Or maybe she had known.Maybe that was worse.Alexander had not let go of my hand since we left the station. He didn’t speak much, but his thumb moved slowly over my knuckles, the same steady rhythm he used whenever he knew I was trying not to fall apart in front of everyone. I hated that he knew me that well already, but I also leaned into it more than I wanted
Mayor Alexander's POVThe sun hadn’t fully risen when I turned onto the private road leading to the Bailey estate.Even in the half-light, it didn’t look like a home. It looked like a boundary—iron gates, stone walls, and guards who straightened the moment my vehicle slowed. The crest on the gate w
Althea's POVThe house woke up before the sun did.“Althea, come here! ” Daniel’s mother called, waving me over with a towel in one hand. “Try this on. We need to check if it fits.”“It fits, Tita,” I said, laughing softly, but I let her fuss over me anyway. She smoothed the cloth like she was smoo
Althea's POVMorning in the province arrived quietly, like the sun didn’t want to disturb anyone. The house was already awake when I stepped out of the room—pots clinking in the kitchen, soft voices, and the smell of brewed coffee and fried garlic drifting through the hallway.“Good morning,” I sai
“F*ck… you’re so tight, babe—”The words hit the air like a slap.I froze mid-step, my fingers still hovering over the doorframe, my breath snagging so hard it felt like my lungs forgot what they were meant to do. Instinctively, my hand flew to my mouth—too late to stop the tiny, broken sound that












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