Alessia took a deep breath and reluctantly acquiesced. ‘Fine, I’ll go with you.’Soon, they arrived at the waiting van, where one of the bodyguards pulled open the sliding door.Sitting in the middle of the back row, radiating an air of arrogance, was Olivia Anderson.Her disdainful gaze locked onto Alessia, and she greeted her with a sardonic smile. ‘Miss Jansen, we meet again.’The actress leaned back against the headrest, her visage adorned with intricate makeup that accentuated her elegance.Alessia observed her carefully, knowing all too well that the recent scandal had only bolstered Olivia’s position in the industry.Misunderstood as Logan Wilde’s secret lover, Olivia had effortlessly cemented her place in the show business world, reaping the benefits of her association with the young and successful entrepreneur.Alessia maintained a composed exterior, neither humble nor pushy, as she prepared herself for the impending confrontation. ‘Miss Anderson, what can I do for you?’‘Com
Alessia couldn’t help but find the situation absurdly amusing. ‘If you can dish it out, why can’t you take it?’A surge of fury shot through Olivia. ‘You insolent little—’ she began, only to be interrupted by Alessia’s cool and collected response.‘What? Were you expecting me to just take it and turn the other cheek?’ Alessia shot back, her own anger rising.Today had been a day of unexpected slaps—one from Jeramy Chavez and now one from Olivia Anderson.If she didn’t stand up for herself, they would continue to trample all over her.Olivia, her voice quivering, pointed an accusatory finger at Alessia. ‘But you slapped me twice!’Alessia smirked, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in her eyes. ‘Consider the second slap as interest,’ she quipped.Roaring with rage, Olivia raised her hand once more, determined to deliver another blow.However, Alessia had anticipated this move.As Olivia’s hand descended, Alessia swiftly intercepted, catching Olivia’s wrist in a vice-like grip.The space
Alessia stepped back quickly before the bodyguards could make a grab for her phone. ‘Don’t bother. It’s already uploaded to my mailbox and cloud drive. If you dare lay a finger on me, I’ll send a copy of the recording to every news outlet in Veridian. In less than twelve hours, the entire city will know your true colours.’Olivia’s voice reverberated with fury. ‘You wouldn’t dare!’‘Release me,’ Alessia’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. ‘And I’ll pretend this never happened.’Olivia hesitated, pride and suspicion warring within her. ‘How can I trust you to keep your word?’Alessia’s lips curled into a sly smile. ‘Do you really have any other choice?’Olivia clenched her teeth, torn between her options.Should she release Alessia and risk the exposure of her own dark secrets?Panic surged through her as she spotted Logan’s figure in the distance.Desperation engulfed her as she ran toward him, her voice wrought with desperation. ‘Logan! Jansen set me up, got me recorded. Please,
Olivia’s eyes searched Logan’s ruthless face, her hands clenched tightly.Suddenly, a smile crept across her lips, dispersing the tears that had threatened to spill.She had always been a skilled actress.‘Well, Mr Wilde, I admit my mistake. I won’t cross any boundaries again,’ Olivia said, her tone composed and respectful.Alessia watched the scene unfold, her emotions oscillating between anxiety and awe.Olivia’s ability to switch from teary-eyed vulnerability to an ice-cold demeanour left Alessia both impressed and intimidated.Logan’s gaze lingered on Olivia, his expression cold and unforgiving. ‘Make sure you understand your place and act accordingly in the future.’Olivia mustered a smile, her head bowed slightly. ‘Mr Wilde, I was wondering if you could give me another chance to represent your company. I truly need this job.’A flicker of something flashed in Logan’s eyes, his gaze penetrating as he studied Olivia.After a long pause, he finally responded, his voice leaving no r
Logan stared at Alessia intently.Then he got out of the car and said to his assistant, ‘Terence, take Miss Jansen home, and make sure you verify her marriage certificate. If she fails to produce it, consider yourself fired.’Terence’s eyes widened in shock. ‘But, sir, I—’Alessia, too, was stunned by the order.Swiftly exiting the car, Alessia confronted Logan with a pale face, her voice trembling, ‘Logan, I won’t show your assistant my marriage certificate.’‘You won’t, or you can’t?’ Logan seemed to see right through her. ‘You can’t show it because you don’t have one, do you?’Alessia’s complexion paled further, her strength faltering. ‘W-who said I don’t have one?’Logan’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. ‘Then why are you stuttering?’‘No! I... I didn’t,’ Alessia stammered, her attempts to defend herself only exacerbating her nervousness.‘No?’ Logan chuckled, his voice dripping with sardonic amusement. ‘No stutter, or no marriage certificate?’Alessia was at a loss for words.H
‘Urgh!’ Alessia groaned, frustration etched on her face as she sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that night.She was sitting at the kitchen table, her laptop open in front of her, surrounded by stacks of papers and empty coffee cups.Milo, her precocious five-year-old son, looked up from his book, ‘The Art of Electronics,’ curiosity twinkling in his eyes.Finally unable to contain himself, he blurted out, ‘Mommy, are you in love?’Alessia snapped out of her daze and stared at Milo, her surprise evident. ‘What? What did you just say?’Milo maintained his serious expression, studying his mother intently. ‘Mommy, what kind of person is he?’Alessia was taken aback once again, her mind racing to comprehend her son’s sudden curiosity about her love life.But Milo had a determined look on his face, as if silently saying, ‘Mommy, don’t lie to me.’She sighed, realising that she couldn’t escape this conversation. ‘No. Milo, Mommy is focused on you and doesn’t need a boyfriend. I’m
Alessia looked at Veronica with surprise. ‘Did someone follow you? Or are you bringing home a guest?’‘No.’ Veronica shook her head. ‘I took the elevator up by myself. Didn’t see anyone.’She turned the doorknob.The door swung open, revealing a striking figure in a sleek grey suit.His intense gaze penetrated the room, scanning its occupants without so much as a blink.In a heartbeat, his eyes locked onto Alessia—a tumultuous mix of emotions ignited between them.The man’s eyes, filled with longing and weariness, spoke of a bitter struggle against the whims of fate.‘Alessia?’ His voice quivered.And there he stood, Brayden, a ghost from Alessia’s past she hadn’t laid eyes on in ages.Time had etched its marks upon his once-youthful face, leaving traces of sorrow in his weary eyes.The years had woven a complex tapestry of feelings between them, now laid bare in this unexpected reunion.Alessia, once happily entangled with a twenty-one-year-old Brayden at the tender age of eighteen,
Milo nodded obediently, casting one last curious glance at Brayden before retreating to his room.As the door closed, Alessia and Brayden were left alone, the weight of their shared history hanging heavily in the air.After a long while, Brayden couldn’t help but break the silence. ‘Well, you have a smart son.’Alessia’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Brayden.‘I’m afraid you’ve forgotten that I did not give birth to only one son, but two,’ she retorted, her tone sharp and cutting.Brayden’s face froze, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet Alessia’s piercing eyes.Guilt washed over him, etching lines of remorse on his handsome face.Alessia observed him closely, her lips pursed.‘Sorry, Alessia,’ Brayden muttered, his eyes filled with bitterness. ‘I blame myself all these years.’Alessia’s eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and sadness.She locked her gaze with Brayden’s, her sharpness cutting through the tension.‘Your sister and I both. We’re really sorry for what happened to the