Spencer Face Reveal Novels & Stories

His thumb rubbed over Amara’s smiling face in the photo, a pained smile tugging briefly at his lips. For a second, he looked like a man about to shatter into pieces. Twenty minutes later, the grand hall at Spencers Group was alive with activity. Reporters filled the space, their pens poised like arrows, diaries open, tablets glowing. Their cameras flashed endlessly, each burst of light bouncing across the polished marble floor and reflecting off the banners bearing the company’s crest. The air was electric, heavy with anticipation. Everyone knew that today, Alex Spencer, the once untouchable surgeon and heir, was about to speak.

Spencer’s eyes, cold and calculating, scanned me from head to toe. “And what happens,” he drawled, a cruel smile playing on his lips, “if I don’t?” Relief washed over me in a tidal wave, momentarily erasing the cold dread that had gripped me. Annalise was alive. But the sight of her trembling form, her eyes wide with terror, quickly replaced relief with a burning anger. Spencer, his face contorted in a mask of fury, slowly turned his head towards me. The surprise in his eyes quickly morphed into a cold, calculating glint.

Spencer, who was handsome and fashionably dressed, was right beside her. "Ms. Feron, you have a child now?" Benson became even more excited. If that was Ms. Feron's child, didn't that mean she was a child of Ms. Feron and Mr. Jenkins? Right then, Spencer stepped forward. "My dear children, have you been missing your Daddy?" Spencer held Natalie's face and planted a kiss there, then he ruffled Nathaniel's head. The twins were dumbfounded. What was going on? Spencer told his assistant, who was by his side. "Help them wear some face masks and hats so that they won't be caught by the paparazzi later."

"You went to see Randy?" "Yeah. You found out pretty quickly," I said. Maya paused, then immediately explained. "I came back and didn't see you, so I was afraid you and Randy had gotten into an argument. I just asked him about it." When she saw that I did not react, she tested me carefully. "By the way, Randy is getting discharged next week. I invited some of his friends to celebrate, and it also happens to be my birthday, so I thought we could celebrate both occasions together."

If his attire isn’t suspicious enough, the ropes he’s holding in his hand are enough to make anyone apprehensive. For a second, I stand completely still, my breath caught somewhere in my chest as my eyes strain to make out his face in the dim evening light. Then he turns. “Cecilia.” I realise it’s Spencer. He smiles at me, the same smile he always wore in my office. The one that always looked boyish and innocent. But I can’t quell the fear coursing through me, as I see his flash of teeth. I take a step back. Then another.