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Josie’s POVThe building felt unnaturally quiet after the chaos of the gala, like the entire city had paused to catch its breath after the violence that shattered the night. I stood behind the one way glass inside Alexander’s private security level, my arms folded tightly as I stared into the interrogation room below. The man who had fired the gun earlier was tied to a metal chair bolted to the floor, his expensive suit wrinkled and stained with sweat. The arrogance he carried in the ballroom had vanished completely. Now he looked small like a cornered animal trying to pretend it wasn’t terrified. Bright white lights hung directly above him, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls and making it impossible for him to see anything beyond the glass panel where I stood watching. He shifted constantly in the chair, his eyes darting around the room as if hoping someone might appear to rescue him. But no one was coming. This part of the building belonged to Alexander alone, far away

Josie’s POVThe room outside the interrogation chamber felt thick after the man finished speaking. I remained behind the one-way glass, staring at the trembling shooter who had finally broken under Alexander’s quiet pressure. Just minutes ago he had acted like a man who believed he was untouchable. Now he looked like someone who had realized too late that he had stepped into the wrong battlefield. His breathing was fast, almost frantic, and every few seconds his eyes flickered toward Alexander like he was trying to measure the chances of survival written on that cold, unreadable face. The confession still echoed inside my mind. Sarah’s family. The name itself carried a dark weight. I had already known Sarah was dangerous, but hearing that her entire family had orchestrated the accident, the surveillance, and the chaos at the gala made the situation far more complicated than it first appeared. They weren’t simply targeting Alexander’s business reputation. They were trying to weaken t

Josie’s POVWar, I realized, didn’t always begin with explosions or gunfire. Sometimes it began quietly with a phone call, a signature, a whispered order that moved through powerful circles. Three days had passed since the interrogation, yet the name that shooter had whispered still lingered in my mind like poison slowly dissolving through my bloodstream, Sarah’s family, The same family who had helped her craw her way into the Hart social circle years ago. The same family who smiled politely at charity galas while secretly building a web of influence beneath the surface. They had thought they could strike at Alexander from the shadows, using pawns and disposable criminals to weaken him before anyone realized what was happening. What they didn’t understand was that Alexander Hart didn’t respond to threats like ordinary businessmen. He didn’t argue, negotiate or issue public statements. He destroyed people. I watched it unfold over the next week like a carefully executed chess match. Al

Josie’s POVThe afternoon sun hung low over the park, painting the lake with streaks of gold and amber. Lily’s laughter echoed across the playground as she chased a group of children around the bright red slide, her voice light and carefree in a way that felt almost fragile considering the storm quietly brewing around us. I sat beside Alexander on the bench, trying to enjoy the peaceful moment even though his words from earlier still lingered in my mind, someone else is involved now. He hadn’t explained what Chris discovered, and the silence that followed only made my curiosity grow sharper. Alexander leaned forward slightly with his elbows resting on his knees, his gaze never straying far from Lily as she played. Anyone watching us would assume he was simply being protective. But I knew Alexander well enough now to recognize the subtle shift in his posture. He wasn’t just watching Lily. He was watching everything, the walking paths, the benches, the people passing by with their dogs

Josie’s POV The penthouse felt strangely quiet that night. After Alexander locked the bedroom door and made his dark, possessive declaration, something between us had shifted again, something deeper and far more complicated than simple jealousy. I had expected anger or an argument, but instead Alexander had walked away afterward as if the conversation was already settled. Lily had fallen asleep on the couch watching cartoons, and one of the house staff carried her gently to her bedroom while I stood by the tall windows overlooking the glittering city lights. My mind kept replaying the moment in the bedroom, the way Alexander blocked Daniel’s number without hesitation, the calm certainty in his voice when he said I belonged to him, it should have irritated me months ago, it definitely would have. But now the feeling sitting in my chest wasn’t anger. It was something far more different, Alexander had always been possessive in his own quiet way, even before our marriage arrangement tur