Zoey’s POV"What are you saying?" I spoke, not wanting to believe what I had just heard. "Madam Vera is dead," she announced, sobbing loudly. "How... how..." I stammered, my voice trembling. "Mr. Johnson pushed her down the stairs during an argument," Venita, Vera’s maid, spoke, and my heart seized in my chest. "No, no, tell me it's not true," I cried out, my voice breaking as I vigorously shook my head. It can't be true. I talked to her just yesterday morning, and now she's gone. "Tell me you are lying," I pleaded with Venita over the phone, hoping she would laugh and tell me it's a prank played by Vera. But she didn't. Instead, she sobbed loudly on the phone. "Ma'am, she is gone," she cried, and suddenly my hands became weak, causing the phone to slip from my grasp."What's wrong?" I heard Alpha Ethan's voice as he stood before me, and without a second thought, I fell into his arms and began to cry. "No, this can't be true," I sobbed loudly in his arms, feeling his strong embrace. Mo

Zoey’s POVI could see how shocked and dumbfounded he looked after hearing my confession. The plan wasn't to tell him; in fact, I didn't plan to tell him. But when he kept asking me, I couldn't just take it anymore, and I had to blurt it out."Blood in your brain?" He asked, shocked and confused, as he kept staring at me, hoping I would joke and tell him that I was actually lying— which I wish I was, but unfortunately, I wasn't.Filled with pain and anger, I left the mirror, opened the wardrobe, and searched for a dress. He followed and stood behind me, but I didn't bother looking at him. After searching the wardrobe, I took out a purple fitted dress and slowly made my way to the bed. My legs were getting weak, and it took everything in me to even walk properly. After laying the dress on the bed, I went for the zipper of my tracksuit, unzipped it, and took off my clothes while I totally ignored his presence. I got changed into the dress and walked back to my dresser, where I picked up

Zoey's POVMy heart was pounding in my chest, and it felt like I would pass out at any moment, so I had to excuse myself and make my way to my room. When I reached my room, I quickly sat on my bed and closed my eyes before I began unleashing my healing abilities on myself. Luckily, I was able to steady my breath, but I knew it was just for a while, and it would come back again. “This is getting serious,” Nora spoke worriedly. By the tone of her voice, it seemed she was so worried and scared. “You need to be operated on,” she suggested, while I just kept silent and closed my eyes. So many thoughts were buzzing in my head, and one of them was about Jaya. I feared the operation going wrong and never getting the chance to see him. The thought of not being able to see him scares the hell out of me.While I was still lost in thoughts, a knock came on the door. Without being told, I knew it was Alpha Ethan. He didn't wait for me to ask him before he opened the door and dashed in, worry and

Zoey’s POVWe all took our seats in the private jet. Jaya took the seat beside me, while Alpha Ethan took the seat across from me. We fastened our seatbelts, and in no time, the jet started flying. The atmosphere was tense and quiet. Even Jaya, who talks a lot, was oddly silent. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts until Alpha Ethan broke the silence. "Have you been to India?" he asked, directing his question to Jaya, who shook his head. "I have only been to France, and it was my godfather who took me with him," Jaya responded. His usual lively voice was now dull and lifeless, and it pained me that I was the cause of it.I stared at Ethan, who flashed me a comforting smile before returning his gaze to Jaya. "How about we travel around the world?" Alpha Ethan asked, and Jaya's eyes lit up immediately. "Travel around the world?" he asked with excitement in his voice. "Will that be possible? Can you do that?" he asked, while Alpha Ethan chuckled and nodded. "Let’s travel around the wo

Alpha Ethan’s POVWe watched as Zoey was being taken away on a stretcher, and a part of me was scared despite how strong I wanted to be, not just for myself, but for Jaya, who had been staring at the room Zoey was taken into. “Father, will Mother be alright?” he asked, and all I could do was hum because I was scared that my words and voice would betray me. “Let’s go and eat something and go to the hotel room,” I suggested to little Jaya, who I knew must be really tired. He shook his head, and for the first time, he looked away from the operating room and looked up at me. “Can’t we stay and wait for Mother's operation to be over?” he asked, causing me to take a deep breath and squat to his height. I held his gaze and could see so much worry and fear in his eyes. “We can’t stay here; it's going to be a five-hour operation. So why don't we go and eat something and then come back?” I suggested, and I saw him stare at the operating room before looking back at me. “Alright,” he agreed, whil