Lucas Nicholas sat into his throne—his swivel chair with forehead crumpled in disgust as he glared at the report he held in his hand. "So it was confirmed? It was Brix—your illegitimate brother—which Alexandria ran off the night of your wedding anniversary?" It was his loyal best friend Ace Carter Greyson seated into the swivel chair opposite him with a glass of brandy in his hand. "The man's body couldn't be identified since the car was fatally wrecked by the explosion but Brix's ring which was engraved with his family initials was found on the scene. There was no doubt in my mind that it was him." He replied grimly, not taking his eyes off the report. "It was fortunate of him to not survive the accident for I would have killed him myself if he did escape the clutches of death." He added coldly, a dangerous gleam crossing his inky eyes. Brix was his father's illegitimate son and he was older than Lucas by a year. If it happened that his father married Brix's mother then Nichola
A soft knock sounded on the door of the library. From looking at the newspaper in my hand, I lifted my head and stared at the door, waiting for it to open. When it did, Thompson came in. "Good day, Mrs. Alexander you have a visitor." He announced in the same formal tone he uses when talking to me. "A visitor?" I repeated. Surprised. "It was your friend, Miss Hamilton." He said. The frown that scrunched my forehead quickly disappeared. The news of a visitor managed to revive my glum spirits. 'Miss Hamilton'. I repeated the words in my mind but completely failed to recognize her name. I tried recalling how she looked but I failed in that aspect too.Disappointed, a sigh broke from my lips. I raised my head at Thompson who was still waiting for my response. "I will meet my visitor downstairs." I told him and quickly rose from the sofa. I don't want to keep my visitor waiting. "Miss Hamilton was informed about your heel injury. She volunteered to meet you here in the library." Thomp
Miss Hamilton was gone and yet I was still on my feet shaking from shock and utter disbelief. I didn't expect the situation to escalate from bad to worse. Just reliving what took place moments ago sent shivers down my spine. The ugly mask of rage I saw lit her face up told me that if she's holding a gun she could have shot me in the head and feel no remorse afterwards. Not that I could make an excuse to defend myself, I knew all too well that I deserve to get punished after the ruination she went through alone because of my ploy. My strength escaped my body and I slumped on the sofa still in daze. Perhaps Miss Hamilton was right, I told myself with reluctant resignation, I'd been a terrific lightskirt, villainous bitch and that set of adjectives wasn't even enough to sum up my unholy bitchiness that sent countless lives to their doom. I was still there on the sofa contemplating my disastrous life when an urgent knock sounded on the door. Then a few seconds later it opened and Thomp
I swallowed hard, as I watched hatred and fury played a tug of war in her eyes. "Lover huh." Emery repeated the words, bitterness shone on her eyes. Slowly, she made her way towards my direction with her jaw clenched and fist turned into a ball in her side. If looks could kill, I had fallen on the floor, bleeding to my death while she glared at me as though her eyes were made of daggers."Emery, let me explain… please… It's not Alexandria's fault. It's entirely my fault. " Clifford said. The shock he felt finally subsided. Almost immediately, he flung himself in between me and Emery in an attempt to stop the situation from escalating before one of us ends up with an injury. "It takes two to tango so shut up. We will deal later, Clifford. For now Alexandria and I have to settle something." Emery told him firmly, there was a detectable threat in her words as she said it out loud. The palpable warning he heard on her tone made him hesitant for a bit but when he recovered Clifford tried
"Don't think that I'm kind to you, Alexandria." Lucas spoke after a moment of silence, shattering the stillness surrounding the room. "I'm not capable of that." He added as if he was able to read past my thoughts. I bowed my head. My illusion shattered on the floor into multiple pieces. The feeling of shame spread through me like a deadly virus. My sins would always be a part of me, even if I lost my memories the people surrounding me would never forget my evil schemes, I thought with the heaviness on my chest piling up. Lucas was calm and reserved but I knew deep within him, he still hates me. It could be seen by the flicker in his eyes each time he looked at me without knowing I was observing him too. I wonder what I could do to completely melt the impenetrable wall of ice standing between us. "It will take years or perhaps a decade before I can forgive you for what you did. Running away with Brix— my illegitimate brother was a mistake which I could easily accept because we are
My fingers trembled as I flipped to the next page. All the while, my heart violently hammered inside my rib cage. The beautifully hand-written words, sketched delicately and almost with perfection welcomed my sight. The soft, thin strokes flowed freely against the pristine white background like a ballerina gracefully moving against the rhythm of an imaginary sonata. Though the words were written in a manner of perfection, it didn't press my button of recognition. They looked too unfamiliar as if another delicate hand—not mine—imprinted them right through the pages. That fleeting moment I was sure that it wasn't my own and I would bet my whole life—if there was any left for me—that it belongs to another woman regardless of the name imprinted on the leather bound. I let go of the breath I wasn't aware I still held as my gaze slowly crept into the smooth, pristine white page with heart violently hammering inside my rib cage. So swiftly, as if I opened Pandora's forbidden box, all the p
I have gathered important information about Sam Ryanns, the twenty-five year old man previously employed at my husband's company. There was a limited amount of information published on the internet about him but the information available is surely interesting.Sam was an orphan. When he was ten years old he was adopted by a couple who have a daughter who is the same age as him. It was not stated if Sam did have a good relationship with his adopted parents but he grew up constantly causing them trouble. At school he was labelled a delinquent and constantly cuts classes. But despite his ill-behavior, he was an intelligent child and could have topped his classes if he worked hard for it. After he finished his studies, Sam, who graduated from Accounting with surprisingly flying colors despite his troublesome history applied at the company my husband owned, his quick wit and intelligence got him a position he deserved. Over the span of three years he worked, he showed nothing but diligenc
Lucas still doesn't believe me. Until now, he's still thinking I'm trying to fake how I feel just to please him. The thought brought me both pain and sadness. But I couldn't blame him at all. I brought this upon myself and I have to face the consequences of my actions. I have to accept that Lucas will never trust me again unless I prove to him I was worthy of his trust.Unable to take the silence in my room, I finally spoke. "I'm tired. I want to be alone now, please."Lucas nodded his head in understanding. "You may have your rest now." He replied. With quick, long strides, he reached the door and closed it behind him. Then he was gone, leaving the room quiet and still.With a sigh, I slumped on top of my bed while trying to calm down my racing heart. Lucas hasn't even touched me and yet the mere sight of him was enough to make my heart go wild and turn my knees into noodles. There was something about him that could effortlessly make a woman's heart somersault inside her chest.I was