All Chapters of The Enigmatic Masked Stripper: Fighting To Love You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexandra's POV “Fake boyfriend?” Julian repeated. He looked at me in disbelief and I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, fake boyfriend,” I said, nodding nervously. He scoffed, rubbing his face. “Morning, young man,” my mum said, gazing at Julian and he bowed slightly. “What's your name?” “Julian. Julian Scott ma'am,” he responded respectfully. Her eyes narrowed, feigning she doesn't know that he was Julian, the CEO of Hicko tech corporation. “Oh, that's nice. I'm pleased to see you, also, I have a complaint,” my mum stated, making me avert my gaze from Julian. “What are your plans for my daughter?” “Mum!” I called in a raised voice. She glared at me before stretching her bag to me. “Take this inside,” she instructed. I collected the bag from her grumpily and took it to her room. She doesn't want me to be aware of her conversation with him. Getting back to the living room, I saw that Julian was on his way out. My mum was smiling brightly as she turned to me to escort h

Alexandra's POV I wriggled from his hold, wiping my tears. He was gazing at me worriedly and I was trying to avoid eye-contact. “What do you say?” “No,” my response was instant. “You're rejecting me?” he scoffed in a disbelieving tone. I didn't respond and was about to leave his office but he stopped me again. “The kiss meant nothing to you, huh? I'm starting to get frustrated with the way you're acting. What is it that you can't tell me?!” “Your mum!” I screamed at his face. His expression froze when he heard me. “She sent me a threat letter this morning when I was coming to the office. It would have been better if you didn't get me promoted. It was clear that you got me promoted because I decided to keep your secret. I didn't work for it,” my hands slumped to my side. “I would suggest we nullify the agreement between us. No more fake whatever, it doesn't even count as anything. I kept getting ridiculed because they thought I was dating you,” I said, recalling Sarah's

Alexandra's POV “Dual-life Squad,” I read out with my trembling lips. I found two passports on the table and that added to my anxiety. ‘This isn't a warning but a command to end the so-called relationship you have with Julian Scott. And the time given to you is less than twenty-four hours, the two passports are for you and your mum to disappear completely away from his world. Your mother has been held captive to show our seriousness, if you dare tell Julian about this. You aren't a fool not to know the consequences. We are watching you closely, when you're ready to leave. Leave a beep on the number below. It would be very wise of you to keep this to yourself, the count down starts now!’ I gasped when I saw the danger sign, drawn with a red marker pen. My heart did a flip and I glanced around the house. The paper fell off my grip and my knees got weak, making me slumped to the floor. Aching with despair, my heart felt heavy with hopelessness, a bleak and suffocating pain. “Mum!”

Alexandra's POV After more than seventeen hours, we finally disembarked from the plane. We got our luggage and walked out of the airport. I called the agent man who was in charge of taking us to the house I rented online. “I'm so tired,” my mum complained beside me. I sighed with a nod, I was tired too. The agent wasn't picking up and that was beginning to piss me off. “Alex!” I involuntarily stiffened when I heard Carlos's loud voice behind us. “Mum, let's go,” I gripped her wrist and pulled her with me, dragging my traveling box with me. “He seems to know you. Don't you wanna talk to him?” “Yes, I don't want to,” I clenched my words. But still, he was able to run closer to us and stopped in front of me. “Alex,” he breathed, panting. I rolled my eyes, letting go of my mum's hand. I don't wanna deal with him. “Bon après-midi, Madame,” he greeted, bowing at my mum. (Good morning, ma'am). “She understands English, dumb*ss. I still don't get why you are trying to force t

Alexandra's POV Two Weeks Later. “Achoo!” I sneezed for the umpteenth time. It rained last night and I have been having a runny nose since. Due to how weak I was feeling lately, I haven't been able to go out and search for jobs. It has been hard to make up for the expenses of our purchase, things are expensive here and we are running out of money. I was dressed in double hoodies and pants, wearing a glove and socks, and I was still wrapping the blanket over my body as I laid on the couch. In my hands was the second handkerchief I would be using for the day. I sneezed again and my head banged. I have taken drugs but it feels like it isn't working at all. It was at this moment I realized how severe catching cold could be to me. The doorbell rang before it opened and my mum entered. Her expression wasn't friendly at all. I tried to sit upright, sniffling before covering my nose with the handkerchief and blew out my mucus. “H-How was it?” My voice was induced with my runn