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Alice’s POV The moment I stepped into the Grey’s mansion, I ran to Sophia, and hugged her. Tears rolled from my eyes as I gripped her tightly. “He…he married me for revenge.” My voice cracked like an egg. “Klaus…he never loved me. I was just a pawn in his game.” “Oh, child,” Sophia whispered, stroking my hair. “At least, you know everything now. I’m just so happy you’re alive. You made me so worried.” She wiped my tears with her thumb. “Don’t cry anymore, dear. It’s cold, let’s go inside. I already called the doctor, he’ll treat your injuries. You’ll be fine, darling. You’ll be fine.” I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe that everything would be fine. I wished I could wake up tomorrow and find out that everything was just a terrible nightmare. That Klaus had never lied to me or that our marriage was real. But I knew better. The way he had looked at me when Jackson had exposed the lies, told me everything. And the worst part, I still foolishly loved him. Fu

Michael’s POVLife had been so peaceful. Maybe too peaceful. My company was thriving more than ever. Most of our investors and shareholders were back and I was making more money, all thanks to my mother. Because there wasn’t any substantial evidence, the case had been dismissed and resolved completely. And above all, Victoria had stopped bugging my life. I frowned. That was weird. Victoria couldn’t go a day without calling or texting me, yet, I hadn’t heard from her in the past seven days. An unsettling feeling rose in my chest. Was something wrong?Perhaps after work, I’d go to the Sterling mansion to find out what was going on. Maybe she was planning something else to eliminate Alice again.A knock sounded at the door. “Come in.”Jacob, my personal assistant, walked in with a pale face. The moment I saw his face, I straightened my back immediately. I knew that look too well. It was the same one that meant there was a problem, a really big problem. “Good morning, Mr. Blackwood, hav

Alice’s POVWhen I first saw the news about Michael’s suicide, I was beyond shocked. And as much as I hated to admit, I felt bad about it. Michael had always been a prideful man and he loved his reputation more than anything, so I kinda understood why he had done it. But still, I couldn’t believe he was gone and in such a manner. No matter how much I hated him, I had never imagined his story to end like this. Margaret wasn’t any less better. After hearing the news about Michael’s death, she collapsed and went into a stroke. I couldn’t bring myself to believe the once powerful woman was now paralyzed for life. And to make matters worse, she was being watched closely in the fear of not going through the same path as Michael. The Sterling family weren’t exempted, as most of their shareholders pulled out after the leaked videos of Victoria’s involvement in almost getting me killed. They also went bankrupt as their illegal activities surfaced on the internet. As far as I knew, they were

Alice’s POV“Take care of yourself, my little pumpkin.”“Mum! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”“What? It’s cute,” Sophia chuckled. “I’m not little anymore.”“I know. But you’ll always be my baby, forever.”A small smile formed on my lips. “Bye mum. I’ll talk to you later. Love you. Muah.”I put my phone away and returned to my breakfast. For a moment, I thought how things had become different between Sophia and me. She always made sure to call me everyday, and that little gesture somehow brought us closer and I no longer felt alone despite the distance. I had spent my entire life believing I was someone else’s daughter, and now I was here, far away from the woman who had given birth to me. Life was funny sometimes.I finished my breakfast and continued exploring the streets. I stopped at a few shops, bought a beautiful scarf, and even took pictures of buildings I found interesting. Now I was beginning to understand why people fell in love with Paris. There was

Alice’s POVIt’s been six months. Six months and Klaus still hadn’t woken up. To say these past months had been unbearable for me would be an understatement. Imagine watching the man you loved lying motionless on the bed as if he was dead. Just the sight made my chest ache. I could barely recognize the man on the bed. His face was pale, and his limbs and shoulders had become incredibly thin. Even his beautiful dark brown hair had been shaved. He no longer looked like the ruthless and arrogant Klaus Gambino everyone feared. Instead, he looked like a helpless man that could die at any second. Guilt gripped my chest as I stared at the man breathing through the tracheostomy tube. Maybe if I hadn’t left Los Angeles, Jackson wouldn’t have gotten to me and everything would have still been fine. Maybe Klaus would still be the strong and powerful man I knew instead of the one lying before me.I lowered my gaze, unable to bear the sight of him any longer. Six months ago, Klaus had been the