Fiona's POV
The 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 why my parents had to die. But I couldn't help my curiosity about Alexander—was he as handsome in person as he appeared in photos?
I walked into the washroom, thinking hard about the best dress to wear to seduce a man. Something official yet seductive. I wasn't used to men, having spent my whole life alone, waiting for the moment I could infiltrate the Brooks' lives.
Lost in these thoughts, I stepped out of the washroom and sat at the dressing table. I ran a comb through my hair, letting it fall softly onto my shoulders. Then I walked to the closet and selected a short velvet gown with a small slit in the front, revealing just enough of my thigh.
A little makeup will do, I thought, applying just the right amount. I stared into the mirror a hundred times before finally leaving.
An hour later, I arrived at the Brooks' mansion. The place was alive with people going in and out, a spectacle of luxury as they alighted from extravagant cars.
As I walked in, my eyes navigated through the crowd, scanning the elegantly dressed women and the men in their exotic suits. The opulence was overwhelming, especially as I stepped into the main house, filled with young socialites. Unconsciously, I searched for Alexander but saw no trace of him.
"Hey girlie," a lady shouted from across the room. She looked stunning in a green sleeveless satin dress and emerald jewelry. She approached me with a puzzled look. "Who are you? I've never seen you here before. Who's your father? I thought I knew all the influential people in town." She bombarded me with questions.
"Actually, I'm a doctor at City Hospital. I'm here for work."
She burst into outrageous laughter, waving her hand dismissively. "I thought as much. I can always tell the poor from the rich," she teased.
I clenched my fists in fury, about to retort when someone interrupted.
"Sabrina," a voice said. As he moved closer, I got a good look at his face. It didn't take a second to recognize Alexander Brooks. He was strikingly handsome, with black curly hair partially covering his eyes, a well-defined nose and jawline, and an overall magnetic presence.
"Hey, baby," Sabrina clutched his arm, but he pulled away.
He turned to me, his gaze sweeping from my head to toe, then looked back at Sabrina. "What are you doing here?" he said in a harsh tone.
I walked to the end of the room, reading their lips as they spoke. They didn't seem to be a happy couple as in the pictures. I studied them for a while but got interrupted by a young lady.
"Have I seen you before?" She had a stiff look, with eyes whose color I couldn't determine.
She looked a little bit familiar but my memory betrayed me as I tried to think harder, maintaining my gaze on Alexander. "I'm sorry, I don't know you."
"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere. Well, I'm Emma Brooks, niece to Jordan Brooks, and you are?"
"Fiona Campbell," I quickly responded, praying she would leave soon.
"Okay, nice to meet you. Let's meet later," she said, moving away.
Sabrina and Alexander stood in the middle of the room. Then the music came on, and the disc jockey picked up the mic. "Hello everyone, welcome to the welcome party for Mr. Alexander Brooks. So it's an honor to have you here, after ten long years. Can we please have Mr. Alexander come up here?" he said.
I collected a drink from the waiter's tray, moving forward as I watched him walk up, a smile on his handsome face. I pulled the wine closer to my nose, receiving the aroma.
"So, Mr. Alexander, I understand you're a very busy person. Let's officially end this party with a dance," the crowd roared as everyone gathered.
Sabrina was about to move forward when Alexander's hand pointed to me. I turned to see if it was really me he pointed at.
He stepped down from the podium, stretching his hand towards me, which I took without hesitating. My eyes met Sabrina's, who stood there in awe, fuming as the DJ turned on romantic music.
Alexander pulled me closer as he clutched my waist, making my breasts press hard on his chest. He looked into my eyes, wearing a look that wasn't a frown nor a smile.
He wasn't that bad of a dancer as he moved to the rhythm, spinning me around to fall in his arms.
"Your eyes annoy me," he broke the lingering silence, "they say much and nothing at all."
I took two steps back, placing my hands on his shoulders as I swayed my waist. "Don't you think they have a story to tell?"
"I would love to hear your story, Miss..." He stopped as he tried to remember my name, which be obviously didn't know.
"It's Fiona Campbell," I smiled, whispering into his ear. "Is that an invitation?"
He chuckled, spinning me around again. "Should we call it that? How about you call me?" He pulled me close, slipping a card into my purse.
I smiled a little. "I'll think about it, Mr. Alexander," I had hardly said when the music abruptly stopped and loud applause filled the room.
He bowed and left the scene, making me wonder where he had gone to. I dashed across the room on sighting Davis, who gave a thumbs up, signaling he had found something.
I wondered what it was.
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
Fiona's POVIt was already sunset when I stepped into the hotel, knocking on the door to Davis' room, which he opened immediately.I thought hard about what he had found out alongside what had transpired in the Brooks house. So Alexander and Sabrina had a strained relationship. Interesting!The door pushed open, and Davis leaned on it. He had no clothes on, just a towel around his waist. "Who's in with you?" I asked curiously, stretching to see.He pushed my head back with the tip of his finger. "None of your business. Wait outside, I'll be right back," he said as he slammed the door.I stamped my feet, biting my lips as I waited in the corridor. Davis was a scumbag, I thought, as I watched a man stop at a door in the lobby. I looked closer and realized it was Alexander.Swiftly, I ran to the side of the lobby, praying he hadn't seen me. It took five minutes before I walked out; he was gone."Thank goodness," I heaved a sigh. "But what was he doing here?""Who?" Davis whispered.I jum
Alexander's POVI took my suitcase and walked out of the room, leaving her lying unconscious on the bed. As I slowly closed the door behind me, I bumped into a young man in the lobby. His face was obscured by a mask and a cap, and he vanished almost as quickly as he'd appeared, giving me an uneasy feeling.I stepped into the vehicle, my thoughts drifting back to last night. I wasn’t one to devote myself to any woman—just sex and nothing else—but why did I linger this morning?I woke up two hours after we both fell asleep, staring at her peaceful face and stroking her hair for a few minutes. Why am I bothered? Sooner or later, she’ll leave just like the others did."Sir, are you okay?" Frederick asked from behind the wheel as he swerved into the next street."I am. What did Mr. Ethan say?""He insisted that you face the reporters. That's the only way to gain the people's trust. No one will get their food commodities from a company with bad leadership."I scoffed. "Bad leadership? The b
Fiona's POV"Why did you do that?" My voice echoed through the corners of my room as I bit my lips and stamped my cold feet.If there was one thing I could always figure out, it was the person who hurt Alexander. It had to be Davis, and Mister must have put him up to it."That's the only way to keep him away from the company, at least for now," the line cracked, but his voice came back. "If he discovers the truth, I'll be ousted. He needs to stay out while I fix things."I scoffed. "What if he died? Everything I've worked for would have died too.""At least he didn't.""I can't believe you. Get off my phone," I yelled, hanging up and grabbing my coat."Who was that?" Isabella asked, leaning on the door frame, munching a crispy snack.I froze for a moment before finding the right words. "Just someone.""Hmm, someone I don't know?""Someone you shouldn't know," I said, kissing her on the cheek and heading out.The cold walk down the street made my legs tremble. I stepped into the taxi t
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