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Melissa’s POV (Scarlette)“Abigail, you’ve not met my sister…” My older sister’s voice floats to my ears over the chattering crowd in this church. Service ended a couple of minutes ago. I lift my eyes from my phone and meet Brianna’s thrilled gaze as she approaches me, where I’m still sitting. She clings to Xander’s gorgeous mother’s arm and brings her toward me.Sighing, I put my phone away and keep my eyes locked on hers. The corners of her mouth curve into a warm smile, one I’m not buying. I don’t care if she didn’t lay a finger on Xander; her silence made her a party to every evil her demon of a husband did to him. But I’m in no position to point fingers. Didn’t I do something more evil to him? I hurt him the most.“Beauty really runs in the family,” she compliments me. I could say the same for her; I see where Xander got every one of his beautiful features.I stare at her, not sure what to say or do, until my gaze shifts to my sister, standing a foot behind Abigail. “Say hello,

Alexander’s POV Behind the partition, in the back seat of my car, I stare at my wife, watching her put on a thick black fur coat and do some last-minute touch-ups as we get ready to join the rest. We’re outside THE STERLING, the exclusive restaurant Sophia and I had dinner at months ago, in her color-of-the-summer dress. It’s winter now; we’re married, too, and like the last time, we’re heading straight to the underground club.However, I fix my eyes on all of her, taking in her shiny and smooth skin, her wavy blonde hair, her blushed cheeks, the sparkly, dark eye makeup that’s going to ruin me, and most of all, her glazed-out chest—full, oiled, spilling at the sides and the middle, accessorized only with the rose-and-thorn necklace I gave her. With a twist of my mouth and a tightening of my jaw, all I want to do is seal her coat shut for the rest of the night, so none of my dramatically lewd friends get to see these beauties. Twinning with me in color, she’s worn a two-piece black

Alexander’s POVBlack, velvety interior. But I stare at a picture of the two of us from four or five years ago; I’m not sure. In black suits, we’re both holding champagne flutes and staring into the camera, our arms draped over the other person’s shoulders. Lewis wears a happy grin. I’m not smiling, as usual.It’s my first time seeing this picture. I recall the night. I remember the party at his family home, and the moment he dragged me away from where I’d been on the phone with my secretary to take a picture with him. Barbara was the one behind the camera. There’s someone else in the picture, a short distance from us. In a purple dress. Blonde, adorably chubby, wearing her hair up in a sleek bun, holding a silver purse, and caught staring at us. And for the first time, I remember seeing Sophia that night. It might have been for a very brief moment, but our eyes definitely met.My heart stirs with uncertainty the longer I stare at the picture.What’s this about, Lewis? What are you t

Alexander’s POV“Where did you learn to dance like that?” I murmur, smiling, as I kiss my wife’s head. My arms are wrapped around her waist under the sheets. Her arms curve around my neck, and instead of answering, she presses a kiss to my neck, giggling.It sends a tiny sizzle through me. I scoff and throw my head back, hoping that she continues. She does, pressing one soft kiss after another.Laughter spills out of me. I throw my leg over her and prod her ribs.“Aah!” A tiny scream elicits from her as her body jerks against mine. “You tickle your way out of everything.” She says, gently slapping my back.“And it works.”“Go away.”“I’m not going anywhere, you sexy dancer,” I mutter, snuggling her against my chest and shaking my head at how good it feels to be with her like this. She chuckles. The first round was beautiful and explosive. I want a second round, but I know she’s exhausted, even if she doesn’t say it.Her face is buried in my neck, and it’s only a matter of time before

Alexander’s POV“I think we should go with Apex Silicone,” Stephen refutes calmly, turning in his chair—Stephen’s my COO.I turn my full attention to him, all ears. “They are our first best option for a reason…” He gestures. “They’ve designed microchips for some of the best gadget companies in our generation. They’ve got a great reputation, and they’re much closer to us than Litho Core Semiconductors all the way in Minnesota.”“Fair enough,” I nod. “I think they’re great, too. But Litho Core has been in the game longer than them.”“Doesn’t make them better.”“True.”“They sent something.” Brian pitches.My head snaps forward, my eyes landing on Brian, whose hand is up in front of the room. “Who?”“Litho Core,” he answers.I glance at my father-in-law, who looks pleased, then back at Brian. “Keep talking.”“So, we reached out to all three companies last week; they were more than eager to work with us… However…” He clicks on his remote, switching to a blank screen, then heads for his l