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We were greeted at the door by a stocky, dark haired Were roughly in his thirties and his curvaceous wife that I soon found out to be Wyatt’s Delta, Alex Smith and his wife Brandi. They ushered us through the plantation-style mansion until we reached a back drawing room and they offered us something to drink. I politely declined, the taste of burning flesh still lingering on my tongue from the vision, but Wyatt eagerly accepted a tumbler of bourbon from Alex’s thick fingers and set himself down on a lounger.

She was pale, but she clung to her composure. Damon's eyes flickered when they landed on me. "Selena…" He tried to step forward, but the chains yanked him down to the floor. He sank to his knees and spoke hoarsely. "Please… don't annul our marriage. I know I was wrong, I really do. These past three days, all I could think about was that ultrasound—our pups. I was crazy to treat you that way. Just… give me a chance to make it right. Okay?"

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

He asked to which she replied "Not yet Ethan, but I'm getting to the good part, now shut up, quit whining like a baby, and let me read in peace," She lifted her gaze for a second to throw a mockery glare. Alexandra, twenty years old, an aspiring journalist was the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, the owner of the bookshop where she worked part-time as the store manager and the brown-haired man, Ethan as her assistant. "You know, you could pick up a book to pass the time, instead of flirting with every girl that walks into the store," She said raising a brow

Alexa is supposed to be Charles's family member but here she is, making her husband's night memorable. "Welcome Hun, you're not supposed to be back till tomorrow though." "So, if I'm not supposed to be back yet gives you liberties to sleep around?" "I'm not sleeping around, it's just Alexa here." He's naked and committing adultery in front of her and it's just Alexa? Her legs are suddenly unstable and cannot bear the weight of her own body but she can't keep staring at this duo either. Breathing erratically, she runs for the staircase, goes downstairs and locks herself in the visitor's bedroom downstairs as the tears fly out of her eyes in streams.

Central City’s untouchable business mogul that made men bow and women swoon. But now, he was sitting in her house like this was normal. Wife? Since when was Alex Williams married? And who was the lucky girl? There was no press release or hint about the wedding in the media, she followed the news enough to know that. He was the type that was cold, calculated and never believed him marriage or at least that was what she thought. ”I… I don’t understand…” “Ria Hartley came to see you yesterday” he cut her off.

he said in a low, captivating voice. June, who had been filled with rage and frustration, suddenly felt calm. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Alex. He is unreasonably perfect, she thought. His eyes had so much depth, a girl could get lost in them. His breath as he spoke… that deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She finally mustered the courage to speak. “Is this for real? I lost my memory… and I’m married? I’m your wife?” “I never thought I’d have to introduce myself to you of all people,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I’m Alexander Smith. Well, everyone just calls me Alex. And yes, I am your husband. We’ve been married for over a year. Please, sit—you look tired.”

As soon as Alexander pulled open the door to get in, Daisy came hurrying to him; she pulled his hand and placed a paper in it. “You might be rude, but you can call me anytime.” She mumbled, sending a wink his way. Alexander glared at her before staring at the sheet of paper. Her phone number was clearly written on it. A grin appeared on his face before he tore the paper from her face. “I have a wife.” He announced. “I don't see a ring on your finger.” She purred. He raised his hand to show off the birthstone ring that Yulia had given to him. “Satisfied now?” He got into the car before she could say more.

Alex sighed and pouted before following his wife into the bathroom. It was almost dinnertime when Alex arrived at the James Pack to pick up Ashly and Cecily, who decided to spend the day there. Jenny was the one who greeted him by the door, and she invited him to have dinner with them. He accepted the invitation, knowing Ashly and Cecily wouldn't mind. Besides, Jenny's cooking was the only food that Ashly could handle at the moment, so it would definitely put her mind at ease. Before making her way to the kitchen, she told her son-in-law that Ashly was in the library. He thanked her before turning in the other direction.

Owner of 70% stake in his father's company. Alex's family company collapsed due to the effects of the pandemic. Making them have to take a big step by selling most of the shares in Mr. Carl Mendel, Martha's father. Knowing that Mr. Mendel fell in love with Alex, making Mr. Andrew Davison - Alex's father - forces him into a relationship with Martha. Mr. Davison thinks that Alex and Martha's relationship will create a good relationship between their two families, especially for the benefit of the company.