Adrian’s POVSeeing her weep like a baby pierced my heart. I blame myself for everything. I blame myself for everything that happened: the death of Katrina, the tears of Alexandra. If only I had dealt with Penelope Castle, this would not be happening, and Katrina would still be alive. Ever since I fell in love with Alexandra, I have gotten soft. This was not the Adrian Sinclair the world knew. I really wanted to bury that brutal man in me, but I guess that would just have to wait because I can't let any harm come to Alexandra, especially now that she is carrying my child. As I lay in bed with my eyes closed, I was not asleep. I was thinking of an easy yet brutal way of making Penelope pay for all the havoc and chaos she has caused. I could feel Alexandra's tender and warm hand caressing my arm.“My love, are you okay?” I asked, and I could see her eyes filled with tears as she met my gaze. I knew she had a nightmare.“It was just a nightmare, Adrian,” she whispers with a trembling voic

Narrator's POVThe soft rays of morning sunlight kissed the room as Alexandra slowly blinked her eyes. She reached out to the side, expecting to find the warmth and comfort of her husband's body next to her. Instead, her fingers grazed the cool, empty sheets. Confusion quickly turned to panic as she sat up, searching for any sign of him.Her heart raced as she called out his name, but the only response was the echo of her own voice. The once familiar bedroom seemed foreign and empty, making her feel small and vulnerable. Thoughts raced through her mind, leaving questions unanswered.Had he left her? Was he in danger? Or worse, had something happened to him? Has Penelope taken him just as she took Katrina away from her?The possibilities suffocated her. Alex's trembling hands clutch the covers tightly as tears well up in her eyes. She knew she had to find answers to unravel the mystery that shrouded her once-perfect life.With determination fueling her every step, Alex pushes back the

Adrian's POVI see her rummaging through the closet as I enter, wondering what she is looking for. My heart starts to race as I do not want her to find the handkerchief I hid in the closet and forgot to dispose of after leaving the hideout. She probably knows I was standing behind her as she turns slowly with the bloody handkerchief in her hands and fear written all over her face."Adrian, what is this?" she demanded, holding out the handkerchief.My face turns pale, and I stammer, "I... I do not know. Maybe it's from when I cut myself shaving."Alex raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You know I am not stupid, Michael. Shaving cuts do not produce this much blood."I hesitate for a moment before saying, "I accidentally cut myself with a kitchen knife while making dinner the other night. I did not want to worry you, so I took care of it myself."She felt a small dose of relief wash over her, but she couldn't shake the unease that still lingered. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asks."I did

Narrator’s POVAs Emily drove through the streets with Laura beside her, Alexandra relaxed in the back seat of the car, gazing through the tinted windows, her mind swirling in anticipation and nervousness. She was going to have lunch with her father.The car pulls up to the entrance of the five-star restaurant, and Alex takes a step out. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she immediately sighted her father sitting at the far end of the room, his hair neatly combed as usual. He adjusted his well-tailored suit, hugging his form with elegance. As he looks up, his eyes meet Alexandra’s.Alexandra,” he says, “I am glad you could make it.” He says it again while hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.“Hi dad,” she replies while returning the hug, her tone composed yet with a touch of vulnerability.He nods, gesturing for her to take a seat opposite him. As they settle into their chairs, a waiter pours water into their glasses, offering them menus with a smile.“How have you bee

Narrator's POVA chilling silence descends upon the room as the henchmen close in, their expressions void of remorse. Penelope’s please fill the air, desperate cries for mercy falling on deaf ears. The room gradually grew darker as darkness consumed not only the physical space but also the very essence of hope.As Adrian turns away, the weight of his decision settles on his shoulders. In that moment, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and the ruthless reality of his world closed in around him. It was a world of power, betrayal, and vengeance—a world where pain begot pain and choices were reduced to a matter of survival.And as her mournful screams joined the echoes of her torment, the room became a stage for the twisted dance of power—the price of revenge paid in blood.Vado had not expected his boss to give that order, as they had never done this to a woman. As they drag her out blindfolded, heading towards the woods, her screams for mercy pierce his soul, but he dares not de