Valentine's Vows; Love, Lies And A Fake Engagement のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

ALEXANDER'S POV I had called Rubby a million times, even going to her house and that of her parents. Her mom was mad at me, accusing me of being the cause of Rubby's pain, but I wouldn't blame her; she was right; if I had not insisted on her following me to the conference, all these wouldn't have happened.I paid to get her phone tracked, but it didn't work; it seemed as though she had removed her SIM card.The next morning was a disaster.The company was in chaos. Staff whispered in corners, emails flooded in from international bodies demanding explanations, and worst of all, the media was eating it all up.I stood in my office, staring at the large screen as the news anchor reported in a voice laced with judgment."Rubby Cavillton, the scandalous personal assistant to Alexander Wolfe, has not only seduced her way into power but has also been accused of stealing company property. Sources reveal that expensive equipment has gone missing from the Wolfe Corporation, and all signs point

ALEXANDER'S POV Fuck! I muttered and held the stand for support as my legs became too weak to carry me.Even the air around me felt suffocating as I stared at the reporter’s phone screen. The video played on repeat, but my mind refused to process it. Mirabelle. Lying in a pool of her own blood. Her body sprawled out on the cold pavement near the towering building. Obviously dead.Fuck! I exclaimed again, refusing to believe what I had just seen.A shaky breath left my lips. The scene looked staged, designed to appear as a suicide. But I knew better. Someone lured her there. Someone pushed her.“Mr. Wolfe, what do you have to say about this?” One of the reporters shoved a mic in my face. “Did Mirabelle leave a note?”“Were there any signs of distress?” another asked."Do you think she killed herself because you've been flirting with that Rubby of a girl?"I barely heard them. My pulse pounded in my ears. The noise, the flashing cameras, and the insistent questions all blurred into the

RUBBY'S POV It was Alex on the TV again; different news channels carried the news with terrible headlines.I stared at Josh, the stranger who had taken me in, as he sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes locked onto the television screen with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.The flickering images reflected in his pupils, but his expression was what unsettled me the most. It was raw, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place, anger and hatred? Or something more sinister?“Josh?” I called his name softly, not wanting to startle him, but he didn’t respond.I tried again, louder this time. “Josh?”His head jerked up as if just realizing I was still in the room. His lips pressed together briefly before forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry, Rubby. Got lost in thought. Let’s go.”"What's with the face?" I asked refusing to buy the lie of being lost in thought. He noticed the change in my mood and flashed me the most fake smile I had ever seen."Rubby, I hate reporters. They m

ALEXANDER'S POV I dialed the number for the fifth time yet no response. Bastard! I muttered through gritted teeth."Alex," I could hear Mom's distant voice. Dad was behind her as they walked over to me."Listen to me son, we can't solve it with Violence.""Tell that, son of yours, If anything happens to Rubby, if even a strand of her hair is hurt, I will kill him.""Son, I...""I am not your son! Do not call me your fucking son!""I'm sorry," Mom cried and held me by my T-shirt, "Listen to me please.""You hid it, for how long now?"Before she could respond, the number sent a text."Sweet Mom, you thought you'd gotten rid of me?"I dialled the number again; thankfully, he took it this time."Hey, Mom," He said, sounding so casual."This isn't mom, this is someone who would make your life miserable. Bring Rubby back, if you dare hurt her, I will find you, and I will kill you."He let out a humourless laugh that felt very humiliating and insulting."Oh, the famous Alexander Wolfe, or

RUBBY'S POV "What!" I exclaimed, staring at Josh, while my heart pounded.This was the least of the things I wanted to hear now."Another condition please," I pouted my lips and joined my palm.He didn't say a word, he just shook his head in response.My whole being screamed at me to refuse, but the more I thought about it, the more guilt I felt.He had helped me, given me a place to stay and even believed me, yet all I've ever done was think the worst of him. Maybe, I thought, I could use this way to apologise."Josh," I called out gently.He raised an eyebrow. "What are you scared of? I've got a balloon bed; I could use it while you use the other one. I just want your company tonight. I'm not a bad person I swear, but if you insist, I won't force you."I bit my lower lips as he spoke. He looked so vulnerable at that point that I was torn between caution and pity. "Separate beds?" I said to be completely sure."I promise."I took a deep breath, then nodded in agreement. "Okay, just