Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Alessandro’s POVI wasn’t looking for her.I told myself that before the party began, this was business. Another polished rooftop evening, another round of glasses clinking and conversations laced with performance.And then I saw her.Sarah.That emerald dress clung to her like memory fluid, elegant, devastating. Her hair curled slightly around her cheeks, her laugh audible over the hum of music as she spoke to a few executives. And then, there was Adrian. Him around hers. Of course, he would try to be there in her good booksMy jaw clenched before I even realised it.Jessica was at my side, not that I had planned to come with her, but she had clung to me as I entered this party. She touched my arm like she belonged there, like she’d already won a prize no one had offered. I let her, barely aware of the motion because my attention was still on Sarah.But I hadn’t prepared for this. For the jealousy that hit harder than expected. For the ache I’d buried beneath, ever since I had aske

Sarah POVAnother week, another high-stakes meeting with the partners at Amario Enterprises, key allies in our push to grow and innovate. These seemed like significant turning points, the type that may influence our company's future and foster the development of more robust, long-lasting relationships. They weren't simply standard updates.I walked into the office at ten, the soft sound of my heels hitting the marble floor. The gentle whispers of morning conversations and the inviting scent of brewed coffee surrounded the entrance in a calming, reassuring buzz.Inhaling deeply, I grasp the folder firmly and head towards the executive conference room on the upper floor.Outside the expansive glass windows, the city stood as it always does, a constant reminder of our accomplishments and the path that lies aheadThe conference room was awash in sleek surfaces and calculated smiles. Glass walls, polished steel, and the faint hum of quiet power. Around the table sat men in tailored suits a

Alessandro POVThe boardroom was glass, steel, and tension.I sat across from Sarah, watching her command the room like it was built for her. Every word she spoke sliced clean through the noise, her tone measured, her posture regal. The charcoal suit she wore was sharp, uncompromising but it wasn’t just the tailoring. It was her.The Sarah Darell I used to know had evolved, sharpened, crystallized into something formidable.She didn’t look at me once. Not directly.And I hated how much that got to me.Adrian sat two seats down from her right, overly eager, interrupting, trying to match her stride. She didn’t even flinch. Just corrected him with a composed smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The room shifted then. Every man in that space saw her,really saw her, and realized she wasn’t a voice in the room, she was the room. And still, she didn’t glance my way. Not when I offered a slight nod, not when Adrian stole glances. She was ice, purpose, and distance.I clenched my jaw, feeling tha

Alessandro POVThree months had passed since the chaos. Since Sarah looked through me like I was nothing. Since I made sure Marcus Lang would never speak her name again in any boardroom without flinching. Since I began cleaning up the mess I’d once walked away from. A mess I’d helped create.I wasn’t a man who believed in ghosts. But Mira? She haunted everything.The way she’d slithered into Sarah’s life with a smile and a knife behind her back. The way she trusted up to Adrian, feeding him everything he needed to manipulate Sarah during her most vulnerable time. And the worst part? I’d known she was dirty, long before Sarah did. And I did nothing. I waited.Watched. Calculated.But not anymore.It’s my time now.I had made sure, for three full months, that neither Sarah nor Gabriel could be touched. Discreet protection, ironclad NDAs for everyone even remotely connected to Mira. Personal conflicts, Financial audits, information leaks, evidence surveillance. I wanted to be sure she cou

Adrian’s POVThe ball thudded dully against the brick wall. Over and over. My palm had long stopped feeling it. My feet were bare against the gravel, the sun sinking low enough to turn the brownstone shadows gold. I hadn’t planned to stand out here all afternoon, but sometimes silence is louder than anything else.I heard the gate before I saw him, the metallic clink of intent. I didn’t need to look to know it was Alessandro.The air around him always changed, static, precise, too controlled to be casual. I caught the ball and turned slowly. There he was, dressed like he’d just stepped off a GQ cover shoot, tailored elegance and sharpened features. Sunglasses pushed into slicked-back hair, coat hanging just right. Like he belonged in a boardroom, not my damn courtyard.“You come to glare or talk?” I asked, more tired than anything.“I came to end this,” he said.I snorted. “You sound like a Bond villain.”He didn’t smile. Just stepped forward like the ground owed him passage.“I spoke