Alexander's POVThe clicks of the cameras sounded in my ears as I walked into the hall. The reporters sat waiting, undoubtedly with a thousand questions in their heads, waiting for the right time to pour them out.Upon seeing my appearance, they all stood up with applause.I sat on the podium, opened a bottle of water, and took a long drink while the cameras captured every single moment."Please sit," I requested, and they immediately did."Good day, great people of London. I'm Alexander Brooks, CEO of the Brooks Company, the number one food company in all of Europe," I paused for a brief moment. "Well, it happens, especially when someone new and young takes over a century-old company. I mean, who wouldn't be?" I laughed, and they did too."With sincerity," I continued, "I would love to call back all board members and resell their shares back to them if they are willing."A loud applause erupted again."And I sincerely apologize for causing you a lot..." I didn't get the chance to fin
Fiona's POVMy hands trembled as I dialed the number again, clasping my palms over my mouth and mumbling words I couldn't understand. For the fifth time, I pressed the dial button, praying that someone would pick up. Fortunately, someone did."Hey, Davis. Are you okay? Are you there?" I cried, watching the taxi driver hand me a tissue."So you know how to cry?" His weak voice echoed in my ears, and I felt a bit of relief."Why did Mister do that? Don't tell me you wanted to sell us out for money.""I'm in pain right now after consuming poison. Mister is crazy. Can't believe he did that just to shut me up. Thank God he did; otherwise, you would have been in big trouble.""You jerk!"He laughed over the phone, then let out a painful moan. "You're back.""I have a meeting right now. Lie low," I whispered, hanging up the call.We arrived at the Brooks House, and I got out, handing the driver a note. "Thanks for the tissue," I said, wiping the tears from my face.Davis was not a close frie
Fiona's POVI woke up in his arms, my body bare against his. He looked peaceful as he slept, so peaceful that an angel would grovel at his sight.Tiredly, I walked into the messy bathroom, cleaning up the surroundings. My head felt lighter as I buried my body in the filled-up tub, praying everything would work out at the nursing home I was visiting today.The buzz of Alexander's phone rang loudly as I walked out, with a towel wrapped around my chest. Curiously, I sat on the dressing table stool, watching through the mirror as Alexander picked up the call."I'll be home tonight. Please don't call again." He hung up, throwing the phone on the bed. "You're awake," he said to me."Yeah, it seems I'll be getting fired from work today, thanks to you," I said, picking up a hair dryer and using it on my hair."Let me help with that," he said, slipping on trousers and taking the dryer from me, slowly fixing my hair."Can you deal with the consequences of your actions? Your father must be furio
Alexander's POV"Did you get his location?""You were right—he isn't dead—but I couldn't. Nevertheless...""Yes?""I inquired with a woman who had cared for him that day, and she informed me that a bartender had traded the cup he had used for his drink.""And the bartender?""I'm on my way to his house downtown."I said, "Find him," and hung up before entering the living room. To my astonishment, Dad was sitting there reading a newspaper and grinning as I went in, but Anna was acting serious. "Good day, Dad."He cleared his throat, "Come on, have a sit," "I know what you want to say, and I promise not to hurt Fiona. I recall that before I met your mother, I too had feelings for a commoner, but love eventually fades, and you understand that everything in life is prearranged for the privileged.""Yes," Anna said with a glaring smirk, "and then I came after your mom, Tasha."I angrily screamed, "Don't call my mother's name with your filthy mouth."With a slight cough, Dad lifted his voice
Fiona's POVThe sky turned gray, and a fierce breeze brought about a thick fog. I stood still for a moment, shaking heavily as the fire blared in my face. My mind drifted to the door of the house. As I moved further, trying to overcome the fog, I was close to the knob, but a voice kept calling me. When I turned, it was the nurse."What are you doing?" She touched my shoulder gently.I snapped out of my hallucination, looking into the sky as the drizzles fell."Let's go in," the nurse said, taking me by the arm as we walked back into the building.I released my arm, watching the body get carried away into the van. My eyes caught on the nurse I had hit a few minutes ago. She walked swiftly past me. Without a second thought, I grabbed her arm. "Who is this nurse?" I asked Steve's nurse."I don't know. What's your name, please?"The lady kept quiet, staring at the ground."Who are you?" I pulled her close, struggling to look at her face. She landed a blow on my stomach, releasing my grip
Fiona's POVI banged on the door again, channeling all my fury, but there was no reply. I checked my phone to confirm the address. I was in the right place. This was Ethan Gray's house.My hands didn't hesitate to hit the door again, and fortunately, the door pushed open. He stood there, looking as cold as ever."Come in," he said, closing the door behind me as I walked in."Mister," I sobbed, throwing myself on him. "Look at your beard now," I fondled with it."All white," he smiled, leading me into the well-furnished living room.My eyes were fixated on him, the man who had saved my life eighteen years ago. The one who had sacrificed so much for me, till this moment."Snap out of your thoughts," he snapped his fingers over my eyes, handing me a cup of coffee he must have fetched from the kitchen across the room."Why are you here this early? Take the cap off now," he pulled it off, seizing my face in his palms, "you've grown into a beautiful lady, Fiona.""You can call me Gabriella.
Alexander's POV I wasn't the perfect man, nor was I imperfect. No matter how much I tried to suppress this growing feeling, she somehow always found her way back into my life."Do you want to spend the night?" I managed to mumble."I...I...""You don't have to if you don't want to," I sighed deeply. "But I would love it if you did. I promise, no sex, just you and me, talking."She chuckled, revealing a peaceful side I hadn't seen before. "Talking is boring.""Well, I don't want you just as a sex partner.""So what are we?""We'll figure that out," I said, leading her into my room, which was more or less an art gallery."But this is your parents' house," she whispered. "I might as well get killed.""This is my side of the house, trust me," I said, turning to a black rose drawing. "All these were drawn by my late mother. She hoped I'd find love someday."She moved closer, examining the drawing. "A black rose symbolizes tragic love...""But," I cut in, "it also symbolizes a love that ne
Fiona's POV The phone blared. An unusual caller: Tim. I picked up immediately, grabbing a cup of coffee, while Isabella sat close, chewing a bunch of grapes."What a surprise, Tim," I said, taken aback."You need to get down here. Mr. Brooks was admitted. Mrs. Patricia is furious."Fear gripped me as I hung up and rushed out of the house. I could hear Isabella calling for me to wait, but I completely ignored her.If there was one thing I despised at the moment, it was the fact I needed Mr. Brooks dead, but alive. If he died now, Alexander would have to choose Sabrina, and then I'm gone. There’s still a lot I had to unravel.I entered the hospital through the back, maintaining my pace as I ran into the elevator. The nurses curiously watched as I asked for Mr. Brooks' room, which was on the top floor, one reserved for the wealthy.I didn't know when I burst in, interrupting the conversation between Mr. Brooks and his family."I'm so sorry, Mr. Brooks," I bit my lip. "I should have been