"Mr. Alexander, your wife's gone. She ran off with one of her lovers!"
Lucas Nicholas, the CEO of the gigantic Alexander Empire, didn't budge. He didn't even bother to look at Thompson, the head of security, standing on the door of the balcony impatiently tapping his well-polished shoes on the marbled floor, and repeatedly wiping off a white handkerchief across his glistening forehead. "What car did she use?" He asked coldly, a paper-blank expression plastered on his face. His hazel-green eyes remained locked at the beautiful hue of swirling amber liquid inside the glass in his hand. He found the brandy far more interesting compared to learning that his unfaithful wife took so long to run off with one of her lovers.After a moment of hesitation, Thompson replied. "Your most treasured car, Sir."Finally, that caught his attention. He frowned, praying it wasn't his favorite car or all hell would break loose."Your Bugatti," Thompson confirmed. Lucas felt as if someone had just punched him hard in the face. "She took the Bugatti!" He thundered. Cursing under his breath, he thought of Alexandria and wished she was in front of him so he could wring her lovely neck for stealing his car.Exasperated, he poured the contents of brandy into his mouth and emptied the glass. The warm liquid slithering down his throat didn't improve his mood."Damn it to hell." He cursed once more, his long slender fingers brushing across his sleek midnight hair. He won't give a damn if she took a dozen cars in the garage. But the Bugatti was a present from his mother. It has a sentimental value. He could buy the same car, but it wouldn't be the same.In a split second, Lucas was on his feet. A menacing scowl was plastered on his forehead as he strode to the door."It's all my fault, Sir. It was all too late when I discovered she was gone." Thompson said, taking all the blame."It's not your fault. Everyone knew that one day Alexandria would leave me for another man. No one could have stopped her, not even me." Lucas stated truthfully. The mask of coldness on his face could have surpassed the marbled statue of Ares, the great god of war, standing on the balcony of his room. Lucas walked past Thompson. Moving across the master's bedroom, he opened another door, exposing dimly lit arched hallways. He briskly moved to Alexandria's room, aware of the ominous thud in his chest that tells him something was terribly wrong. His gut feeling had never been wrong. Thompson quietly trailed behind Lucas like a ghost. When Lucas reached his wife's room, he turned the knob and, for the umpteenth time, cursed again as he discovered it was locked. Thompson noisily fumbled with the set of keys in his hand until he found the right key and extended it to him so he could unlock the door. "I want you to check on Niall." He ordered as he inserted the key into the lock. He wanted to make sure his son was safe and sound in his room. "Make sure that he would never hear from anyone inside that his mother left him and ran off with another man." He added an edge of steel in his tone and shifted his attention to the door. He turned the key. There was a soft click. "Yes Sir." Thompson said, slightly bowing his head before walking away. His retreating step echoed in the hallway until it faded to the distance. Lucas pushed the door open and turned the lights on, exposing a spacious room with high ceilings and pink floral walls. The first thing that came to his view was the wide-open cabinets with half of the contents missing. He swiftly moved inside the room and went straight to the dresser where a box filled with expensive pieces of jewelry once stood, but now the box, including the items inside, was missing. It confirmed his initial assumption—Alexandria ran away and took a lot of valuables with her. The folded paper pressed underneath a set of hairbrushes cut through his thoughts. A deep frown etched on his temples as he slowly picked it up and opened its contents. Alexandria's handwriting came into view. He sucked in a deep breath as his eyes skimmed her familiar handwriting.I never loved you, Lucas. I married you for the luxury and extravagance you could provide. And now I'm tired of life with you. I'm escaping from the prison you call home. I'm never coming back. Don't come after me. It's too late. I brought Niall with me. The rage bubbling inside him turned into a volcanic blast. He grabbed the first thing his fingers touched and hurled it across the floor. Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor like tiny constellations. "Damn you Alexandria! I will never forgive you for this." His voice thundered across the room. Anguish marred his once calm expression. "Sir Niall's not in his room—" Thompson emerged from the door. Agitation made his face ten years older than his real age. He froze when his gaze shifted to the clutter on the floor as realization finally sunk in. "That cunning witch just brought my son with her so she has something to use against me!" Lucas growled, fist curled into tight balls on his side. He crumpled the piece of paper until it was pressed into an extremely small ball. He marched to the door and walked past his loyal staff, who fell into unending silence. "Send the guests home." He ordered, recalling that the party inside the mansion was still underway. Thompson stared at him in shock. "But the guests just arrived." He reasoned, without sounding as if he was objecting."There's no wedding anniversary to celebrate. I want to rest now." He bit back with implacable authority.Thompson opened his mouth as if to argue, but suddenly changed his mind and closed it again. "Order your men to hunt Alexandria. I wanted my son back." Lucas barked. With long, quick strides, he reached the door. "Right away, Mr. Alexander." Thompson exclaimed.Lucas heard the Security Head sigh heavily before he flung the door close, then retreated to the darkness of his room and slammed the door shut.Lucas stared at the picture frame in his hand. Disturbingly, his chest tightened as he did so. Despite himself, he continued to stare at the woman in the photograph with soft amber eyes that had charmed him to his doom. Her red copper hair fell to her face in waves, enhancing her high cheekbones and full, lush lips. She was magnificently staring at him in the photograph as if she was real.The photo was of him and Alexandria seated into a wooden bench, his arms protectively draped around her slender shoulders. He looked at the camera with a lofty grin stretched across his face.It was the happiest moment of his life. He could clearly recall that day in clear and vivid detail, as though it had happened just yesterday. The photograph was taken almost five years ago. They looked fine in the photo. He wondered what went wrong. Ever since he married Alexandria, things went downhill. He set the picture frame aside and lifted the glass of brandy to his lips. It was empty. Groaning, he stag
"Niall is perfectly fine." Maxwell assured him. Lucas felt as though a thorn had been pulled out of his chest. He was so relieved he wanted to cry."Where is he?" He asked. Knowing Niall is fine wasn't enough. He wanted to see the child and see to himself if he was really alright."Follow me," His friend said, ushering him to a room next to the emergency room. When Maxwell opened the door, he found Niall lying on the bed. Sleeping. With lightning speed, Lucas was already on the bed, checking the child for any injury, even though Maxwell had assured him the boy was fine. After a moment of inspection, he found nothing, not even a wound. He checked Niall's arms, then carefully, he pulled the pajamas covering his legs to see if he was hurt there, but still he found nothing, not even a tiniest scratch. Relieved, the thundering in his chest eased.Lucas reached for the child to pull him into his arms, but stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to awaken Niall, who was sleeping so peacefully
The sound of the beeping monitor and the hurried footsteps echoing from the hallway woke me up from a deep dream. Slowly, my eyes parted open, instantly revealing a pristine white ceiling.Pushing myself up to have a clear view of my surroundings, pain seared through my arms and legs, and I fell back on the bed, wincing at the overpowering headache that made the pain in my legs and arms feel mild. With a clenched jaw, I waited for the pain to subside before slowly easing my body in a sitting position until my back was resting on the headboard.Comfortable with my position, my gaze surveyed the room. What I saw told me I was in a hospital room. The hospital gown loosely hanging on my frail body, and the monitor constantly beeping beside the bed, was another proof of that.I haven't been sitting for long and skimming the room with my eyes when the door bursts open. A man wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans strode inside with a frown etched deep into his temples. The man was tall, about s
I woke up early the next morning to the sight of fresh flowers filling the large table in my room. The flowers were soft and fresh. They're beautiful too. Their sweet scents mingled with the morning air filled the room. The sight could have been pleasant. Almost. Except that they were funeral flowers.The lilies are stunning. Healthy, delicate white petals protruded in the standing bouquet. The roses, although an ominous black, are lovely too.Could I have died last night without being aware of it? My still sleepy mind thought of such a ridiculous thing. As soon as I pinched my cheeks and felt the pain, I immediately dismissed the idea.Who sent the flowers? I asked myself in utter disbelief. But with my memories temporarily gone, no one came to mind.Would it be the man—Lucas who sent them?It may have been my thoughts of him that compelled him to come. The door flung open, and he daredevil came inside, fresh from the bath and smoking hot in his suit and tie. "What the hell is this?
In the aftermath of breakfast, the nurse was eager to collect the empty plates and leave the room. Observing her hurry to the door, I wondered if someone was chasing her. My every word caused her to jump on her knees and pale under her skin. Acute enough, I realized she was terrified of me. Soon then I realized she wasn't the only one.An hour later, another uniformed nurse entered the door. She was polite as she greeted me good morning as she entered. She checked my vitals, then jotted the information to her note. As she did so, I noticed her fingers trembling. Not only that, she also appeared uncomfortable and pale."Are you alright?" Softly, I asked her. I said the words in the gentlest voice I could muster, but anyway, she jumped, startled at the sound of my voice."I-I'm fine, Mrs. Alexander." The nurse replied, unable to conceal the tremor in her voice.Worried that speaking again will cause her to flee the room, I kept my mouth shut as she did her job. I was handed a glass of w
My illusion collapsed onto a pristine tiled floor. He doesn't love me. The moment I woke up in the hospital, he made it clear. He disliked me. The word dislike is an understatement. Abhorred would be the right word to describe how he feels towards me.The million dollar question now is, "What caused him to hate me?"Suddenly, as if the heavens answered my question, my gaze dropped to the newspaper I placed on the side of the bed and found myself staring at the headline written in black capital letters and highlighted in red. THE 'BITCH OF THE CENTURY' IS BORN. Unfolding the newspaper, to see the rest of the article, I found myself staring at the sordid image of a man and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning, realizing that I was the woman and the handsome man was not my husband.WIFE OF LUCAS NICHOLAS ALEXANDER RAN OFF WITH HER LOVER THE NIGHT OF THEIR FIFTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. FOUR YEAR OLD SON NEARLY KILLED IN THE FATAL CAR CRASH.Beside
q"It's from Selena Davis." She blurted out loud, then proceeded reading aloud what the note contained. "One of these days, a jealous wife would be tired of your bullshit and pull a trigger to your head. I have prepared your coffin in advance. Thank me later when we see each other again."Reeling with shock, the nurse collapsed on the nearby chair while still clutching the note in her trembling fingers."World war three has just begun." She said rather dramatically. If it weren't for the graveness of the situation, I would have laughed at her over the top reaction. "Selena Lewis?" I repeated the name she mentioned, trying to remember if we're acquainted. But with my condition, nothing came to my mind. I certainly don't know her. If I do, I still won't remember. Amnesia erased my memories."It's not Lewis but Selena Davis." The nurse rectified. Her smooth tone remained polite."Who is she?" I blurted out aloud."She's a socialite heiress, born from an influential and wealthy family. Sh
I'm going to be discharged today. Doctor Maxwell had finally signed my discharge papers. I was glad that I'm finally going home, even if a part of me knew that starting my life all over again won't be easy. There's the governor's wife, which I have to deal with. She's not the only one on the list of people who wanted me dead. I have a fairly large amount of enemies to deal with. But for the moment, I have to focus on my health and recover as fast as I can. So when the time comes, I could face my enemy's head on."Alexandria?" I looked up and found Doctor Max entering from the door. "I knocked, but you didn't respond, so I entered, thinking you were asleep."I must be so preoccupied with my thoughts that I haven't heard the knock."Lucas will be here soon." Max said, and as if on cue, the door did open and Lucas came inside the room. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans. He's not working today, I thought to myself as I watched him strode to the bed. In response to his presence