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Her father now loved and protected Felicya more than her, simply because of Felicya’s sweet tongue. Damn it. Why did Alexa have to be in this position? She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as her hand gently pushed open the door to the HR department, startling the staff inside with her sudden presence. “Ms. Alexa, what brings you here?” Everyone knew who Alexa was—the assistant to Ronan who had significantly elevated the Alistair company’s reputation over the past two years. Forcing a smile to suppress the emotions threatening to explode in her head, Alexa said, “I want to resign.”

I didn't want Max to be aware that I was going to get stuff from Alex's house, or else he wouldn't allow it, so I was discreet about it. Moments later, I was at Alex's house. Every part of me wanted to stay far away from anything that has to do with Alex, but those documents are very important, and some of my personal stuff was left there. I made sure I went alone. I intended to go in, get my stuff, and leave the premises like I was never there. Little did I know I was going to encounter Riley, my ex-husband's new mistress. “How dare you set foot in my house?!” Riley Gilbert, Alex's young mistress, asked with rage in her voice.

“Good. She’s underage. If you had chased her, we would have executed you.” Riley gaped at Alpha Alexios for a second before sighing with relief. “No, Alpha. I swear I’ll never even look at her.” “Good. Anything else you want to tell us?” Alpha Alexios gave him a suspicious look. Riley hesitated and then took out his phone. “Yes, Alpha. I have a photograph of her.” I sprang to attack the guy, but to my immense frustration, Alpha Alexios held me back. Riley glared at me, ready to fight.

The story about a warrior, from the name. I left the shelf and went to seat but halted when I saw Riley there, with her head on a book, sleeping. How long have she been in the library? Have she been sleeping on her book? I walked closer and looked at her. I should bother and just go back to my room with the book I picked, hut no, I was glued in that spot, staring at her face. She does look beautiful especially when she is sleeping. She looks so clam and peace and at that moment, I felt so jealous of her. I wish I could sleep as peacefully as she is right now and I will be very glad for that.

< Alexa snorted and opened her eyes, before rolling them. She didn't wanna live with him, but she hadn't any choice. She dragged her feet lazily and went down the stairs to the basement below to get some cartons to stash their books in. She got some and went back up. She went to Jace's room first and kissed his forehead before heading down to the reason why she was in his room. Picking the books Jace used to use while he was being homeschooled when their parents were still alive on the shelf, she found hardly a spec of dust on it.

I would often bring my work upstairs and sit at one of the research desks, feeling as if I could win any legal case given to me if I spent enough time with those books and Darcie. “Alexa thinks she entitled to the damn world,” Darcie mumbled as she checked in another book. I was glad she knew I would have never taken those books because she had murder in her eyes. She got along with Alexa about as well as I did. “I guess I should just be happy she even bothered to check them out at all this time. I'm going to change your account number so she can't do it again.”

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Her platinum blonde hair was tied in a sleek ponytail, and she wore an outfit that screamed designer from head to toe. Alexander sighed. “And that,” he said, gesturing toward her, “is my daughter, Riley, an angry child.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you, stepsister.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, and I could already tell she hated me. “Where’s your brother?” Alexander asked, ignoring her attitude. “Probably doing something stupid,” she muttered. “You know Ryder.” I froze. Ryder? No. That couldn’t be… “Mum,” I said quietly, leaning toward Lorelei as Alexander began explaining something to the girl. “You didn’t tell me he had kids.”

She smirked and stood up, walking towards Alexa. “Hey, Alexa.” She called, and Alexa looked up at her, a frown creeping onto her face. “What are you doing here, Miss Hills?” She asked irritably, and her eyes caught Liam standing behind her. “This was your busy place? Really nice.” She said sarcastically. “Who is she?” Ryder asked slowly, and Alexa chuckled. “I guess he doesn’t know you after all. Ryder, meet Miss Hills of SH Apparels.” She introduced, and Ryder’s mouth fell open.