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Chapter 11

ABIGAIL'S POVThe moment Alexander left my room, the silence wrapped around me like suffocating fog. I stood there, frozen, staring at the spot where he had stood moments ago, my breath unsteady. His words echoed through my mind like an endless riddle I couldn’t solve.“Who is the father of your baby?”“You don’t remember anything?”The way he had looked at me… like I had broken him twice in one lifetime.Like I was his ghost come back to haunt him.I pressed my hand against my stomach, feeling the faint flutter inside me. A child I didn’t remember conceiving. A life forming within me, attached to a past I couldn’t see.“How did he know?” I whispered to myself. “How… does he know Richardson is not the father?”It didn’t make sense.None of this made sense.Alexander’s voice, his scent, the look in his eyes—They stirred something deep inside me. Something frightening. Something I didn’t want to name.My heart raced whenever he was close, beating so fast it felt like it fluttered again

Chapter 12

ABIGAIL'S POVThe knock wasn’t even a knock.It was a bang, it was sharp, impatient, entitled.I froze halfway down the staircase, my fingers gripping the railing as the heavy front doors swung open on their own. The guards hadn’t even moved yet. The woman who stepped in didn’t wait for permission, didn’t pause, didn’t acknowledge anyone. She simply strode in like she owned the entire mansion, her heels echoing loudly across the glossy marble floor.She looked… expensive.That was the first word that crossed my mind. Her hair was jet-black, sleek and perfect. Her gown clung to her curves like it was tailored on her skin. Two bodyguards followed her, they were wide-shouldered, stone-faced men who didn’t look like they flinched at gunshots.I swallowed hard.“E-excuse me,” I stammered, because it felt like the right thing to say even though she hadn’t even looked at me. “Who… who are you?”The woman’s steps halted. She turned her head slowly—so slowly that the movement alone felt like a

Chapter 13

ABIGAIL'S POVI didn’t just scream.I exploded.The moment the reality sank in, that my journal… my only link to a past I couldn’t remember… the one thing that held every clue, every written flashback, every fear, every dream—was gone…A sound tore out of me that didn’t even feel human.“No, no, no—WHERE IS IT?!” I cried, my hands shaking violently as I tore through the drawer again, even though I’d already emptied it. “Where is it?!”I didn’t realize how loud I was until the door slammed open.Alexander stormed in like he was ready to kill someone. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me.“What happened?” he demanded, breathless. “Abigail are you hurt?”His urgency only cracked me further.“My…” My voice broke. “My journal. I can’t find it.”He stepped closer. “What journal?”“The one I always write in! I wrote everything I remember in that journal!” I clutched my head, panic flooding me so fast it made me dizzy. “It’s missing, Alexander! I ca

Chapter 14

ABIGAIL'S POVMorning came like a punishment.My eyes opened slowly, reluctantly, as if my body wasn’t ready to face another day of confusion, fear, and questions that had no answers. The first thing I felt was the heaviness—deep in my bones, weighing down every limb. Pregnancy fatigue. I’d read about it somewhere. Maybe in my journal. The one someone had tried to burn.I stayed in bed for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling as sunlight spilled through the curtains in pale gold streaks. My muscles were stubborn, refusing to obey me, and I pulled the blanket over my stomach, trying to coax myself awake.“Just five more minutes,” I mumbled.But five minutes turned into ten, then fifteen—until reality forced its way back into my mind. Alexander was somewhere in this house. And Richardson was gone. And Joselyn was unpredictable. And someone had destroyed my journal.With a tired grunt, I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the bed.The moment my foot touched the floor. White-hot

Chapter 15

ABIGAIL'S POVI have been avoiding Alexander for two days.Every time I heard his footsteps in the hallway, I pretended to be asleep. When he knocked on my door asking softly, “Abi? Are you awake?” I stayed silent, eyes open, heart racing.Anything but face him.Because every time I remembered that phone call, the way his voice dropped, the cold confidence in it, the way he said “I’ve found her”—my stomach twisted.He wasn’t talking about anyone else.He meant me.So I kept away from him like he was fire and I was dry paper.This morning, the walls of my room felt too small. I needed something to distract myself, something repetitive, something mindless… something that didn’t involve thinking about him, or my missing past, or the fact that every time I closed my eyes, a strange feeling gripped my heartbeat like a memory trying to claw its way out.So I found myself inside Richardson’s room—again.The stupidly neat, empty room that held nothing of him except the scent of cedar and fain

Chapter 16

ABIGAIL'S POVAlexander didn’t say much as he carried me from the estate. My body ached, my ankle throbbed, and my heart refused to calm from the adrenaline. I was still trembling when he set me down inside what I realized was one of his secret apartments.The place smelled of leather and old books, with a faint trace of his cologne lingering in the air. I froze, gripping the edge of the sofa, wary.“This is… your apartment?” I asked, voice small.He nodded, pulling a chair closer. “Yes. One of several. Safe, quiet. Nobody will bother you here.”I swallowed hard, unsure if I should trust him, unsure if I wanted to. But the exhaustion that pulled at my body won over. I simply slumped onto the couch, wincing as I adjusted my swollen ankle.Alexander immediately knelt in front of me. “Let me take care of that,” he said softly. He removed my shoe carefully, his large hands brushing my skin. I shivered from the closeness of him, the raw heat that seemed to radiate from him.“You have to be

Chapter 17

ABIGAIL'S POVIt was our first weekend alone, and for once, the silence between Alexander and me wasn’t heavy with tension—it was quiet, but comfortable.“I’m cooking today,” he declared as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.I arched an eyebrow. “You? You can barely make instant noodles without burning them.”He smirked, a glint in his gray eyes. “I can cook more than noodles, thank you very much. And I intend to prove it.”“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms, “but I’m helping. I’m not just going to stand here watching you flail around like a lost child.”“Of course, my dear,” he replied with mock patience, “I would be lost without you.”I rolled my eyes but felt a small warmth in my chest at his words.We started with something simple: chicken and vegetables. I chopped the onions while he handled the chicken. I was focused on my work, my hands moving skillfully, but I couldn’t help noticing how… deliberate his movements were, how tall he looked in the kitchen, shoulders broad, sleeves

Chapter 18

ABIGAIL'S POVThe morning sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting long stripes across the floor, but it did nothing to warm the fire that raged inside me. My reflection in the mirror looked pale, tired, and angry—angry at myself, angry at Alexander, angry at the helplessness I felt whenever he was near.I paced back and forth across the room, my bare feet pressing into the cold wooden floor. My hands trembled as I twisted my hair into a messy bun, hating myself for the flutter in my stomach when I remembered his hands, his scent, the way his lips had pressed against mine. I felt shameless. A fool. How could I, his cousin’s wife, let myself be pulled into such madness?I slammed my fists against the dresser, breathing heavily. “Shameless… completely shameless,” I muttered to myself. The words stung my ears like nails scratching glass, but they were true. I had let him kiss me. I had kissed him back. And now, no matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I knew I couldn’

Chapter 19

ALEXANDER'S POVTwo weeks. Two damn weeks. And not a single day went by that I didn’t think of her. Of her. Abigail. No, Ivory. My head spun at the thought—how she could exist, alive, here in Richardson’s world, laughing, moving, breathing, while I had been drowning in the memory of her death.I couldn’t go back to the empty, lifeless existence I’d carved out for myself. My company teetered on the edge of collapse, my nights were haunted by dreams of her, and my hands shook with the ache of wanting what I couldn’t have. I had to do something.And so, I found myself standing outside Richardson’s office, the polished glass door reflecting my worn, determined expression. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me before I stepped in.Richardson looked up from his desk, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly. “Alexander. What brings you here?” His voice was calm, but I could feel the subtle edge in it, the warning that I should tread carefully.“I… I need to work for you,” I b

Chapter 20

ABIGAIL'S POVThe library smelled faintly of polished wood and old books, a scent that usually calmed me but tonight, it only made my pulse pound faster. The kiss. That kiss. I could still feel it on my lips, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the desperate fire in his eyes. I shivered at the memory, though I knew I had to act normal.The sound, the soft scrape of a mop against the floor had made me break free from him. Alexander’s hands lingered near mine, his chest heaving, his gaze locking on me as though he wanted to say a thousand things at once, but couldn’t.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “We—”I didn’t wait to hear him finish. The moment the maid walked in, humming a cleaning tune, I muttered, “I was just… looking for a book,” and hurried toward the door, careful to keep my face calm, even though my body felt like it had just run a marathon.Alexander didn’t follow. He didn’t need to. The pull between us was raw, magnetic, impossible to ignore—but he was restrai

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