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Chapter 1

‎‎Alice’s POV‎“You are getting married to Victor Arc soon.”‎My father’s voice was calm.....too calm for the storm those words unleashed inside me.‎For a moment, I just stared at him.‎My lips parted, but nothing came out.‎My heart slammed hard against my ribs like it wanted to escape.‎“W-what?” I finally whispered.‎“Who?”‎“Victor Arc,” my father repeated, folding his arms as if this was a normal conversation. “He brought a letter to the house. It states that you and him were engaged as children and should be married when you turn twenty-five.”‎The room suddenly felt too small.‎Too hot.‎Too suffocating.‎“A letter?” I echoed, my voice barely mine.‎I had never heard of such a thing. Never.‎“He said his father told him about it before he died. Though, I was not aware there was a letter like this but I believe it's from my friend because it's his handwriting and the letter looks old,” Dad continued. “Mark Arc was my best friend once… before we fought over that land. After that

Chapter 2

‎‎Victor’s POV‎My world ended nine years ago.‎Sometimes I still feel it....the exact moment everything split in two. Before… and after.‎Before, I had a family. Friends. Laughter in the house.‎It started as a simple land dispute. But it ended with my parents dead… and a third body burnt beyond recognition in the ruins of our home.‎I remember standing there as a boy, my fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. The air smelled like ash and melted metal. Men spoke around me, voices low and cautious, but all I could hear was the roar of the fire replaying in my head.‎Till today, no one knows who that third body belonged to.‎I’ve spent years searching. Pulling strings. Paying people. Threatening others.‎Nothing.‎The body was destroyed beyond recognition....as if someone wanted it that way.‎After my parents died, my grandfather took me in. He didn’t raise me with bedtime stories or comfort. He raised me with rules, discipline… and truth.‎That was when I learned about

Chapter 3

‎‎Alice’s POV‎It had been four days since Dad dropped the bombshell about my marriage to Victor.‎Four days… and the words still didn’t feel real.‎I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, twisting the edge of my bedsheet between my fingers. In just one month, I would be twenty-five. Normally, my birthday was the one day of the year I looked forward to the most. Dad and Uncle always made it magical.‎My chest tightened.‎Uncle.‎A dull ache settled in my throat as I turned onto my side and hugged my pillow. He had disappeared without a trace. No warning. No explanation. Just… gone. We searched everywhere. Asked everyone. Nothing.‎I swallowed hard.‎I hope you’re alive… wherever you are.‎“Uncle, where are you?” I whispered into the empty room.‎My phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table, making me jump. I wiped at my eyes before grabbing it.‎“Hello, Evans. How’re you doing?” I tried to sound normal.‎There was a pause.‎“Alice… who am I to you?”‎I frowned, sitting up. “What’s wron

Chapter 4

‎‎Victor’s POV‎“Her inheritance? What for?” he asked, his brows knitting together as he leaned back in his chair.‎I didn’t answer immediately. I let the silence stretch just long enough to make him curious. My fingers tapped once against the armrest before I spoke.‎“As her husband-to-be, I need to know everything about my bride,” I said calmly. “Her likes, dislikes, hobbies, friends, family… properties, inheritance.”‎I held his gaze.‎“Everything.”‎“Oh… well…” He cleared his throat and adjusted the files on his desk. “I can give you a list of everything she inherits at the age of twenty-five.”‎“Mr. Smith,” I said, my tone polite but firm, “I don’t want a list. I want the papers of ownership and the proceeds for all the properties she inherits.”‎He paused. His fingers stopped moving.‎“Papers of ownership?” he repeated slowly, studying me as though trying to read what lay beneath my words.‎“Hmmm.”‎For a moment, the only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner.

Chapter 5

‎‎Alice’s POV‎I was halfway through reviewing a contract when my office door burst open, slamming against the wall.‎I flinched, my pen slipping from my fingers.‎“Alice Smith,” a sharp female voice rang out, dripping with mock amusement. “You really do have some guts.”‎A tall blonde woman strode into my office like she owned it. My secretary hurried in behind her, breathless.‎“Ma’am, I tried to stop her...."‎“It’s fine,” I said, even though my heart was already pounding. “You can go back to work.”‎The door clicked shut, leaving the stranger and me alone.‎I leaned back slowly, forcing calm into my posture.‎“Good day. And who are you?”‎She folded her arms, her gaze sweeping over me with open contempt.‎“You don’t need to know me. Just stay away from my man.”‎Confusion flickered through me. “What man? I’m not with anybody’s man.”‎She laughed....loud, mocking, certain.‎“You think you can fool me?”‎Something about the certainty in her voice made my chest tighten. Still, irrita

Chapter 6

‎‎Victor’s POV‎Alice’s call caught me off guard.‎A slow smile spreads across my face as I lower the phone from my ear. I didn’t expect her to reach out first. Not my stubborn little Allie.‎She used to trail after me like a shadow, always soft, always hopeful.‎Now she speaks with authority… sharp, composed, distant.‎I lean back in my chair, exhaling slowly.‎“My little Allie,” I murmur under my breath, my fingers tightening around the phone. “All grown up… fierce… remarkable.”‎Just the way I like them.‎The last words I told her echo in my head, sending a shiver down my spine. Heat coils low in my chest....not just desire, but something deeper… darker. A need. A pull.‎I want to hold her. I want to own her.‎To feel her breathe against me.‎To remind her where she belongs.‎Mine.‎Body. Soul. Spirit.‎But the thought doesn’t bring the comfort it should. Instead, something twists painfully in my chest.‎She thinks this marriage will be a sham.‎If only she knew.‎I drag a hand dow

Chapter 7

‎Alice POVMy meeting with Victor did not go the way I wanted.Not even close.He kept throwing his weight around...his presence, his authority...like I had no choice but to bend. I stood my ground… barely. Every word I said felt like a battle I was struggling to win. ‎And yet, despite everything… he still affects me. ‎In ways I should have forgotten by now. ‎Especially when he said it.... ‎"I adore you. I always have." ‎The words echo in my head, refusing to fade. ‎I was moved… then surprised… then utterly confused. ‎What does that even mean? ‎I don’t want to be adored. I want to be loved. Or… do I? ‎No. That’s not even the point. ‎What I truly want is for this marriage to be cancelled. This isn’t about love… or adoration… Or is it? ‎Ugh! I drag my fingers through my hair in frustration. Victor isn’t after me. He’s after my inheritance. That has to be it. ‎My phone rings. ‎I blink, pulled out of my thoughts. ‎“Hello, Alice speaking.” ‎Silence.

Chapter 8

‎Victor’s POVAt the bar, Amelia is practically draped over me....her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest,....but I barely register her presence. All I can think about is Alice. The meeting we had plays over and over in my head like a stubborn echo. ‎She has always been fierce. Stubborn. Unyielding. But how dare she keep insisting she won’t marry me?My jaw tightens as I take a slow sip of my drink, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to calm the irritation rising in me. I mean… I am a fine catch. Any woman would consider herself lucky...no, privileged....to be my wife. ‎But not Alice. ‎My little Allie. ‎A faint smirk tugs at my lips despite myself. She should be grateful that I want her. ‎And yet… ‎The thought shifts, softens against my will. ‎I’m the lucky one. ‎Because my little Allie is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Infuriatingly beautiful. Even when she’s arguing, eyes blazing, voice sharp… ‎My fingers tighten slightly around the glass. ‎She can

Chapter 9

‎Alice POVI could not believe it.‎Victor… Victor was the one who sent that threatening message.‎No. That had to be wrong. It didn’t make sense. Just moments ago, I had been convincing myself that maybe....just maybe....I could learn to trust him. That beneath all that power and arrogance, there was something real.‎But this?‎Why would he do something like this?‎How does he even know about my uncle? The man has been missing for years...years and somehow Victor not only knows, but knows enough to threaten me with his life?‎My chest tightens as my thoughts spiral.‎What does Victor really want from me?‎My fingers curl into fists as anger begins to replace the shock.‎I promised Evans I would stay at my father’s house.‎But I can’t wait anymore.‎I need answers.‎I need to confront Victor....now.‎I reach for my phone and that’s when I notice a new message notification.‎My jaw tightens.‎It better not be another threatening message.‎I’ve had enough for one day.‎With a deep breat

Chapter 10

‎Victor’s POV‎“She is coming to your house,” the voice said.‎“Who are you...”‎The call cuts off before I can finish.‎I stare at my phone, irritation flaring. The audacity. I call back immediately, but it goes straight to voicemail.‎Damn it.‎Why is Alice coming here? This is the first time she’s ever stepping into my house.‎I straighten, already shifting into control mode.‎“Get the place ready,” I instruct my men. “She’s coming. Let her in when she arrives.”‎“Yes, boss.”‎I end the call and turn to the staff.‎“Everything must be spotless. Lock all restricted rooms. No mistakes.”‎I don’t want her wandering into parts of my world she’s not ready to see… or worse, parts that would make her run from me completely.‎My phone rings again.‎“Boss, she’s here.”‎My pulse spikes.‎“Let her in.”‎“Yes, boss.”‎The line goes dead.‎My little Allie is here.‎My heart begins to race...fast, uneven, unfamiliar. I press a hand briefly against my chest, scoffing under my breath.‎Get a hold

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