Alexander's POV I watched the footage clearly, the recordings Frederick had brought. It’s been over eight hours now. Maybe this was my way of comforting myself after everything that happened the previous morning.I wondered what must be going on in her head. If she was doing okay or just pretending to. But who was I to care about that? It's true what everyone says—I’m just as bad as Sabrina Parks.I paused the footage as Frederick walked in. “How’s she?” I had sent Frederick to keep an eye on Fiona.“She went out of town today.”“To?”“My men haven’t reported back yet. About what you heard your father and Mr. Parks discussing the other day,” he moved closer, “your father is involved in illegal mining.”I stared in shock. “What!”He handed over a newspaper. “A few years ago, a family was burnt alive. The publishing company that reported it went bankrupt immediately. There’s no other copy.”“So how did you get this?”“A reporter friend of mine has been keeping an eye on Michelle, the r
Fiona's POVThe warden walked me into an office. I sat for a while, nervously waiting. She entered a few minutes later, but not with Mrs. Smith. Instead, a woman in a white lab coat followed her in."Where's Mrs. Smith?" I asked."This is Mrs. Yang, the morgue officer," the warden said. "I'm so sorry to inform you that Mrs. Smith died this morning."I got up from the chair and walked slowly to the officer, who continued, "Apparently, she committed suicide. There was compression of the blood vessel and...""Wait, suicide?" My chest felt heavy as I fell back into the chair. "Why would she commit suicide?""She left this," the warden said, reaching into her pocket and handing me a note. I clutched it without looking at it. "Where's her body?"The morgue officer led me into the freezer, where her body lay naked and bare. I burst into tears, holding her cold hands."Here," the officer pointed to her neck. "The rope must have done a lot of damage. I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Fiona," she s
Fiona's POV I barged into the office, throwing my coat on the sofa. He didn’t lift a brow, reading through a pile of documents on his table.“Don’t you have a lawyer, Fiona?” He slammed the book shut, lifting his gaze.I felt tense. What was I thinking, coming here? “Are you threatening me because I ended things with you?”“Didn’t you sign the papers?” He threw the question at me.“I was in a haste…”“That’s not an excuse.” His eyes raged with fury as he walked up to me. “You breached the contract.”“Fine, fine,” I took a step back. “What do you want?”He sighed, taking a seat. “I won’t sue if you attend the event tomorrow.”“What event?” I gasped as I remembered. “The hospital’s anniversary? I’ll never do that.”He wore a smirk. “Then, you leave me with no choice.”I bit my lip. “Why should I do that? You’re getting married to Sabrina soon. You want the world to call me a husband-snatcher... wait, why do you want me to attend the event?”“Because tomorrow, I want to reveal the truth
Eighteen years ago...Fiona's POVThe sound of thunder slammed against the roof, killing all the ants that had been seeking shelter. The streets were quieter than usual; no kids playing in the rain, no lovers making out near the field.The rain fell heavily now, accompanied by lightning. I watched it closely, almost counting the massive drops. My eyes drifted to a car that sped into the compound. I couldn’t see clearly, but it was evident people were stepping out of it.My door pushed open. It was my mother. It was her birthday, but the look on her face told a different story. "Come here, Gabriella," she called, grabbing my coat from the hanger.She swiftly packed a good amount of clothes into a box. I watched as she panted, tears streaming down her face."What's wrong, Mum?" I heard myself say, tapping her as I spoke."Shush," she cautioned, handing the box to me. "Leave through the window.""But why, Mum?" I cried, holding her tight. "I won’t go anywhere."She bent down to pull me c
Fiona's POV"Ahhhhhhh! Fiona!"My eyes snapped open, darting around the room to find the source of the scream. I swung my legs off the bed and rushed to the living room.Of course, it was Isabella, my exuberant girlfriend. Her excitement could only mean one thing: news about a Korean actor or a handsome rich man who had just arrived in London."Guess what, Fiona?" Isabella ran to me, hitting me hard on the back."Ouch," I shouted, returning the slap. "What is it?""He's back, he's back!" Isabella jumped around, gasping for breath."Who's back?" I laughed, walking to the countertop and filling a cup with water from the refrigerator."Alexander Brooks!"My grip loosened on the cup, and it shattered on the floor. Isabella ran to me. "I hope you're fine?" she asked, cleaning the floor.I nodded, hiding my trembling hands. "Who's that again?" I sighed, gaining composure as I walked back into the living room and sat close to Isabella, who giggled at my confusion."Alexander Brooks is London
Fiona's POVThe drive to the Brooks residence which was situated in Chelsea, was a long one, probably an hour. The building was magnificent, likely the most impressive I'd ever seen. It had a sculpture in the middle with water pouring into it from a fountain. The statue was of Harry Brooks, Jordan's father.The security guards stopped me from entering, asking for an invitation card or letter. "I'm sorry, I was sent by City Hospital to treat Mr. Brooks."One lanky guard signaled to let me in.I stepped into the building, my eyes feasting on the luxurious surroundings. As I moved further, a man approached me. "Come with me," he said, leading me into the living room."Wow!" I blurted out, taking in the opulent decor. I stared with a mixture of fury and surprise; they seemed to live well. An enormous artwork caught my attention, but my thoughts were interrupted when a lady in a black dress approached me."You must be Miss Campbell," she said, smiling brightly."Yes, I am," I responded qui
Fiona's POVThe beeps from my phone pierced my deep sleep. I yawned loudly, stretching my weary muscles. The phone rang insistently this time. Hesitantly, I reached to pick it up."Hello, Fiona," his voice jolted me awake. I jumped down from the bed and put the call on speaker."Mister.""I'll be sending the blueprint of the Brooks mansion. The party should serve as a distraction."I pulled off the silky nightgown, revealing my bare skin. "Davis will be at the party. Everything will go as planned. If Jordan is hiding something important, it's closer than we think."The line cracked a little. "Fiona, you need to curb your curiosity for now. Jordan doesn't like people getting too close. Sooner or later, you'll be asked to leave. Get close to Alexander; he's the heir now."I grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around myself. "Fine, I won't do anything I'll regret," I said, clearing my throat and hanging up.I wasn't going to listen to him. Besides destroying the Brooks, I needed to know
Alexander's POV It had been ten years since I was last in London. The sight of Brooks House made me nauseous, returning to what I was supposed to call a family, with a father who had married my late mom’s secretary, Anna, and a stepbrother, Leonard. I walked away from Fiona after my secretary, Frederick, signaled I should leave immediately. "What's wrong?" I asked, unbuttoning the wrist of my shirt as I walked into the room. He bowed, closing the door behind him. "Reporters took pictures of you while dancing. I tried to pay one of them to delete the images..." "And the others?" I inquired, pulling off the shirt. "There were just two, and the second was adamant. I'm afraid, sooner or later, the pictures will be up on the internet." Reporters always found a way to mess up my life. The headlines would read: CEO Womanizer Caught Again with a Different Lady, Just as in Hong Kong, Even Though He's Betrothed to the Most Beautiful CEO of Our Time. "Make sure that doesn’t happen. I ha