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Alexander's POV… ‘Yeah, I accept the fact that I'm a weak man, easily manipulated by my mom, and perhaps by Isabella too. But this, I promise to put an end to it. Oh, well, I might not be able to disengage Isabella, but I'll always make my own decisions, and I'll act on them, and that's final.’ All these things ran through my mind as I ascended the staircase, my heart bleeding profusely, regretting why I broke the news of my engagement to Lyvanne. I haven't been able to reach her for the last few days, and I'm certain she blacklisted my number. Sadly… I shouldn't have informed her about the engagement, but I thought I should let her know so she wouldn't think I'm keeping secrets. Well, I thought she would understand me if I explained to her that it wasn't my wish. But I was entirely wrong to assume she wouldn't get hurt, but I understand why I did what I did just to protect her from being har

Lyvanne's POV… A dull ache pulsed through my head before I even opened my eyes. I groaned softly, burying my face deeper into the unbelievably soft pillow. The faint scent of cedarwood and expensive cologne lingered in the air, oddly comforting yet unfamiliar. This wasn't my bedroom, and I can swear to that even in my sleep. My brows knitted together as I tried to comprehend where I was. “This isn't my room,” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. Was I kidnapped or what? I hope it isn't what I'm thinking. My eyes suddenly snapped open. What came to sight left me dumbfounded. A grand bedroom stretched before me, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. The ceiling was impossibly high, the walls adorned with elegant artwork, and every piece of furniture screamed luxury. My heart skipped because I was certain I

Rovan's POV… I couldn't tell how this happened, but I'm glad it happened. I didn't plan for this, so I guess it's fate, and thank goodness she didn't reject me. It would have been my worst experience with a lady in my whole life. Suddenly, they retreated, causing me to quickly open my eyes in fear. As we stared at each other for a moment, the silence between us stretched, not awkward, but fragile. Lyvanne sat on the bed, sunlight spilling across the bed that was covered with a white duvet. Her fingers tightened around the untouched coffee cup before she finally set it aside. “I've been trying so hard not to fall apart," she whispered. “You don't have to pretend with me,” I responded, our eyes still locked on each other. Those six words unraveled the last thread holding her together. “I hate

Isabella's POV… I waited for what seemed like years just for Jessica Saint to arrive in the city. It was as if she wasn't willing to come back, but she did, at last. Of course, there was no other way to confront Alexander than using his mom, his weakness. He always obeys everything she asks him to do, and I'm certain this one won't be different from the other ones. Indeed, Alexander was a mummy's boy… lol… Guess what, I went to the airport to pick up Mrs. Saint without Alexander's knowledge that his mother was coming back to the city that day. As we drove into the mansion, my eyes landed on Alexander, who seemed to be rushing as though he was heading for an urgent meeting. He halted immediately when he saw the SUV car entering the house. Looking through the window, I could tell how confused and curious he was to comprehend what was happening. Before Mrs. Saint could drop from the car, a f

Alexander's POV… “I would rather not involve you,” I looked at my mother. “But since you insist on knowing why…” I unlocked my phone as I bit my lower lip. “… I'll let the evidence speak for itself.” My mother stared at the phone, confusion written all over her face. “What evidence?” I met Isabelle's terrified gaze before answering. “The kind that no amount of tears can erase,” I giggled. The color drained completely from Isabelle's face as her entire body began to tremble. For the first time since my mother arrived… She stopped crying. Why? Because she finally realized… The truth was about to speak for itself. But guess what… As I scrolled through my phone, there was nothing, nothing as evidence to back up my claim about what I was about to tell my mom that Isabelle did that triggered the