I didn't know how long I was in his arms, but I know it was long enough for my legs to start aching me. I slowly disengaged from his body, his black vest wet with my tears and slightly rumpled because of the way I've been gripping it.I sniffled and slowly lowered myself onto the bed. The headache I was feeling was now ten times worse. I think I could really use a pill now.Alexander slowly bent down to meet eyes. He studied me for a few seconds while I struggled to avoid his gaze. My face was flushed. I can't believe I really cried in his arms.Alexander mildly took my hand in his and briefly rubbed the back of my palms."My feisty little Angel cried in my arms. I just want you you to know that I'd never intentionally put you harms way. Heavens, I would never do that to you. You're way too precious." He caressed my cheeks, and I instinctively shut my eyes leaning into his palm."I'd send Claire to you. You just have to freshen up and have a proper rest. Or if you can't take your bath
I was startled when the door immediately jerked open and Ava rushed inside, almost knocking Clark to the side.I glanced up at her when she looked me over, touching my forehead, my arms, my lower abdomen."Ava, you didn't tell me that you've resumed the work of a nurse." My tone was subdued and I stared at her calmly."I was so worried when I got a phone call from your husband, telling me to immediately come over. I was so worried that something bad had happened to you." Her face was creased with concern and interest.I sighed out and momentarily shut my eyes, to wave off the slight dizziness that took over me. I had just finished eating a few minutes ago. Thankfully, the food remained in my stomach. "I'm fine, Ava. It was just an allergy. I had too much to drink last night, so I got sick. It's surprising that the doctor said I had an allergy. What did Alexander call it again path...err..." I tilted my head to the side a little, trying to remember the name he called."Pathology Immun
My heart skipped a beat as Ava and I both turned to each other, our eyes widened in shock. Was that really a gunshot? In this peaceful mansion?Without saying a word, we both stood up and scanned the surrounding area, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. The once serene garden now felt unsettling, the birds chirping had ceased and an eerie silence hung in the air.I felt a surge of fear grip my heart as my mind raced with a million possibilities. Was someone hurt? Was there danger nearby? My thoughts were interrupted by Ava’s voice, filled with concern.“Did you hear that?” she whispered, her eyes searching mine for answers.I nodded, unable to find my voice. Together, we cautiously made our way towards the front of the house, following the direction of the noise. The adrenaline pumping through my veins made each step feel heavier than the last.As we reached the edge of the garden, we noticed about seven guards gathered near the main entrance, their voices hushed and tense. My
ALEXANDERI couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene before me. I stood outside the door, looking in through the slightly opened door. I watched as Ivory whispered soothing words to Ava, stroking her hair and offering a shoulder to cry on.I didn't want to go in and disrupt this vulnerable and delicate moment for them, in as much as I want to walk in and gather Ivory in my arms, and inhale her scent to calm down my raging insides.I took a step back. Then two. Three. I turned and left. "This is the file report you asked me to bring for you, boss," Jackson said, the instant I walked into the large living room. I took the brown paper from him, and gave him a curt nod. With that, he disappeared."Ava's father is dead," I pointed out to Clark, who was sitting on one of the large sofas, with a drink in his hand. I approached him and sat beside him."Yeah." His reply was simple and short as he took another sip from his glass."Did you look into the incident that happened outside. I heard
IVORYAs I listened to the words coming out of Alexander's mouth, my heart skipped a beat. His grandfather was coming over, and we had to pretend to be in love. It felt like a punch in the gut, a sudden wave of panic washing over me. He even has a grandfather?And pretending to be in love? It sounded like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com, not my idea of a relaxing evening. But I couldn't exactly say no, could I? It was his family, after all. It's been a week since my allergy incident. A full week of less drama, less Alexander and less mafia antics. It's been peaceful so far, but I don't think this peace is going to last long. Obviously. Ava's father was buried four days ago at the cemetery. Ava as expected, is still grieving his death. I try as much as I can to always check up on her and cheer her out of her grief."But, why are you just telling me this today?""It was impromptu. I was also told today that he is visiting. He wants to see you...to see my wife." My eyes imme
I watched silently as five SUVs' drove in, approaching the main entrance. The cars stopped in front of us, and immediately the doors flew open, men dressed in black suits and black shades alighted the first car, and rushed to the second car.I heaved out when Mr Marco walked out with Samantha, his wife. She smiled and engulfed me in a hug the moment she came to where we stood."Hope my son hasn't been giving you any tough time?" She asked softly and I shook my head negatively. "He better not." I laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek.Mr Marco simply nodded at me and I offered him a small smile in return.My nervousness returned when the men in black suit surrounded the third car. The door of the car opened and a tall figure came out of the car. It was a man, I couldn't see him properly because he was surrounded by bodyguards, making it hard to see him properly. The man looked around before making his way to where I stood with Alexander and his parents.I gulped down forcefully as I
"So, tell me, how did you two meet?" Grandfather asked, a knowing smile appearing on his face. I glanced over at Alexander, unsure of what lie he was going to come up with. But before he could respond, I blurted out, "We met at a cafe downtown." At the same time, Alexander said, "We met at the bar near my office." We both looked at each other in surprise, realizing that our stories didn't match up. Grandfather raised an eyebrow, amused by our confusion. "Which is it then?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing that he had caught us in our little charade. But instead of faltering, I decided to play along. "Well, we met at the cafe first, but we really got to know each other at the bar," I said with a wink, hoping to smooth over the situation. Grandfather chuckled, nodding in approval. "Ah, young love. It's a beautiful thing." I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he seemed to be buying our story. I took a sip of my juice and
Today makes it exactly five months since I got into a contract marriage with Alexander. So far so good, things has been moving well, not between I and Alexander though. It was just as if the little relationship and communication I had with him has plummeted. We no longer talk to each other, infact, Alexander is barely seen at home, and when he comes back, it's either he ignores me or he avoids me. At first, I felt bad, but slowly grew into it.Yep, we are complete strangers to each other after all.Other than the unprogressive relationship I have with Alexander, every other thing has been moving well and normal. He still sends me my weekly allowance, but still I have told him times without number that I want to work. He'd always brush it aside or tell me that he is rich enough to take care of me. Yeah, just like the arrogant nutjob he is.Ava's bakery has been booming, and well she's over the death of her father, not completely though. Every other day, I'm stuck in this mansion, becau