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I sat up, frowning. “You… you brought Natasha back? What are you even saying?”His back was tense, and he still didn't face me, still didn't look at me. It was beginning to piss me off.“Why are you acting like a fucking coward?” I spat, my voice coming out harder and harsher than I intended, but I didn't stop, not even when his shoulders tensed. “What happened to Alexander Hayes, the bastard? I kinda miss him right now, because this new you is piss–”“Fine,” he growled, almost shouting. He turned suddenly, and we were seated face to face, so close that I could feel his breath. I could look deep into his eyes and see the conflict and anger there. “You want the bastard? Then you fucking got him. I brought Natasha back. I paid thousands of dollars to locate her, and even more to offer her a job here and make her come back. I knew Richard was going to do something stupid when he saw her, and that would eventually lead to your divorce. So I ruined your mar–”My hand moved faster than my

“Natasha. What’s the meaning of this?” I hissed as I shot to my feet. I turned to my associate with a tight smile. “Please, excuse me.”I walked to Natasha and grabbed her arm, forcing her out of my office.“Don't touch me,” she grumbled as she tried to release her arm, but I only held on tighter as I looked for a private place to talk. “You’re hurting me, Richard. This counts as assault, you know?” People were watching, looking up from their computers, their files, their coffee, watching me–their boss–like I was a drama playing out for their amusement. “I could sue you, and then that money you’re so–”“Do you ever fucking stop talking?” I snarled as I dragged her into one of the conference rooms, slamming the door. I walked to the windows and rolled down the blinds.“Well, you didn't have a problem with that before,” she said, crossing her arms.I walked back to her, towering over her. “Well, now I do. I have a lot of problems with everything you’ve been doing lately.”She still kept

My eyes grew wide when I heard that, my heart skipping a beat. Does… does father know who they are? What they are? And since when did he know? Before the marriage? And he still gave me away?“Isabella?” One of my sisters shook me, and I snapped out of my trance. “Are you okay?”I nodded, managing a tight smile. “Yes, yes, I'm fine. And what does father mean by that?”Amalie shrugged. “Who knows? I just know he was worried and begged us to come because he knew you would open up to us.”I scoffed. “So the old man knows how to be worried and caring, huh?”“Shocker,” Joyce scoffed. We directed the conversation elsewhere, catching up on lost time. They told me about their kids and husbands, and I… I told them about the men–leaving out the bit where they weren't humans, of course. I'm not sure they can handle them.Joyce’s mouth was open as I narrated my story, and she looked horrified while Amalie nodded with pride and a wide smile. “I’m proud of you, baby girl,” Amalie said at the same

LEONARDO I decided to step out of the house for a few days. Just go somewhere, even though I didn't want to. But anywhere was better than staying with a brooding Alexander with a dark cloud over his head. The househelps walked on eggshells around him because if you so much as breathed wrong, you were asking for it.To say he was miserable would be an understatement, so I left so he could be miserable all he wanted.I stood at the balcony on one of the hotels we own, overlooking the sunset, a cigarette between my fingers, but it wasn't lit. I quit smoking years ago, and right now I'm fighting the urge to light this.I felt like shit. I felt all kinds of ways right now, emotions I refuse to acknowledge, and they sat on my chest like a fat man, making it hard to breathe. I raised the cigarette to my lips and inhaled just for the sake of it.“Get a grip,” I whispered to myself. This wasn't new: pain, lessons, survival. Alexander would come around. He would see that I did it for him and

ALEXANDERI was in a meeting, bored out of my damn mind, and just waiting for them to discuss their boring numbers so I could return to my paperwork when Sebastian received a call. He excused himself and left the room. When he came back barely a minute later, he looked tense. My eyes followed him as he walked to me, leaning in and whispering in my ear, “Your wife is here.”My eyes widened. “What?”“The front desk just called,” he said, his expression unpleasant. “Said she’s waiting in the lobby.”I was immediately on my feet, and the man presenting at the end of the table stopped, all of them turning to me. “Carry on without me,” I said, already moving. “Sebastian will take my place.”I left the room without waiting for anybody to hear anything, rushing to the lobby, not caring that my employees were looking at me like I had grown a second head. I could only imagine how I looked: my eyes wide with shock, my steps hurried and not the usual slow, controlled strides they were used to.