Throughout the evening and into the night, Alex searched for Anastasia everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. He checked her apartment, his heart racing with each passing moment, then craned his neck to glimpse the Stewart family villa from a distance. He even waited down the street, hoping to catch sight of her if she happened to drive by. But despite his efforts, everything proved futile.In the same vein, he dialed her phone time and time again. “This number you are trying to call is busy. Please try again later,” was all he heard in response, each message piercing through his anxiety like a knife.Defeated, Alex decided to head home and go to bed, resolved to continue the search for her in the morning.The next morning, Alex jolted awake suddenly, panting heavily as if he had just finished a grueling relay race. He was drenched in sweat from head to toe, a sense of terror gripping him as if he had just seen a monster in his dreams.“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,” he
At this moment, Jackson stood there in nothing but his boxer briefs, the outline of his aroused d**k disturbingly clear.He turned away from the glass wall, his eyes locking onto Anastasia with a smirk that sent a chill down her spine. “I’ve always loved your body and your voice. I’ve been watching you for a long time, and today, the universe made sure we’d end up together. Even if our families never unite, I won’t regret this.”The smirk stayed on his face, but Anastasia’s heart raced. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as she tried to process what was happening. Suddenly, she shot out of bed, her body shaking as she grabbed the blanket and darted for the door, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the handle.“Hehe,” Jackson chuckled, the sound cold and filled with wicked amusement.“Don’t waste your energy. You really think I didn’t lock the door and keep the key?” His voice was dark as he lifted his hand, the key dangling from his fingers, mocking her.Anastasia’s stomach
Outside the hotel, Anastasia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw the car Alex had opened for her. The cars she’d known Alex to drive were hers. But now, here was a sleek, yellow Ferrari, the kind of car that screamed wealth, its engine purring with authority.Her heart pounded in her chest. Alex had always been humble, his life modest. Yet, this car—this display of opulence—made her uneasy, as if the ground beneath her feet was slipping away.Alex gave her a soft, encouraging smile and gestured toward the open door. "Get in."For a moment, she hesitated. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the truth. How had she missed this side of him? Anastasia already knew Alex wasn’t as poor as she or her family had believed, but this—a Ferrari—was another level. Her chest tightened, the edges of doubt creeping into her mind.Still, she slipped into the passenger seat, her movements stiff with suspicion. As Alex started the engine, her thoughts churned, unable to stay silent."As
Alex saw all this, but it was what he had expected beforehand. He wasn’t talking to a doll who blindly believed everything he said. Anastasia was strong-willed, with her own thoughts and reasoning, and it would take more than words to convince her.If the roles were reversed and someone had told him about a ring capable of making someone rich and giving them mysterious powers, he wouldn’t have believed it either.But Alex was prepared. His mind was set on showing Anastasia the truth. That’s why he had driven to this secluded road.Suddenly, he opened his car door and stepped out. When he did this, he looked back at Anastasia, who sat silently beside him, eyes filled with doubt. “Please come out and see for yourself,” he said gently.Anastasia hesitated for a moment, her heart beating faster as she wondered what he was about to show her. Without saying a word, she stepped out of the car. They stood together in front of Alex’s Ferrari, the cool air settling around them like a silent wit
Right after paying the hospital bills, Nancy and Juliet were determined to get to the bottom of this. They exchanged worried glances, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them. "Who was involved in a fight with Jackson?" Nancy asked, her voice tense, her calm cracking with each word. Every moment of uncertainty made her anxiety grow. This wasn't just a random attack. Someone had deliberately crossed a line."Who would dare beat up our future son-in-law?" Juliet added, her anxiety morphing into frustration. She felt the pressure building inside her. Jackson was supposed to be part of the family soon—this was personal. The more they thought about it, the angrier they became.Without wasting time, they rushed to the car, barely speaking. The silence between them was thick, filled with the fear of what they might discover. Nancy’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her mind raced with questions, each one darker than the last. Could t
The next morning greeted Alex with a sense of dread. He jolted upright, his heart racing, drenched in sweat. Beads of moisture clung to his face, and his breathing came in rapid, shallow gasps, as though he had just run a marathon. His chest heaved with each breath, his body on high alert from the remnants of the nightmare that had gripped him.The duvet, soaked through with sweat, clung to him like it had been caught in a torrential downpour. He wiped his face with trembling hands, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Thank God, it was just a dream," he thought, still shaken. But the vividness of it lingered like a bad omen.In the dream, he had been strangled—by someone who looked exactly like him. The eerie twin had worn a cruel expression, his hands tightening around Alex’s throat, choking the life out of him. Behind this doppelganger, a shadowy figure emerged—a man who looked like his father. His father had been walking out of a blazing fire, wearing ancient-looking robes, his fa
“Micheal! He sent us!” The man in the suit screamed, his voice cracking with fear. Alex’s lips curled into a smirk. The moment they mentioned Michael’s name, everything clicked into place for him."Of course he is. That son of a bitch. I will make sure this is the last time he does something like this." Alex said confidently, then slapped the man in suit on his head as if he was an erring student who failed to listen to instruction. Rising smoothly to his feet, Alex strode toward the door and yanked it open. His tone was ice-cold yet disturbingly calm as he spoke. “Get the fuck out.”The intruders didn’t hesitate. Despite the pain they were in, they scrambled to their feet, their fear of Alex far greater than their injuries. The tension in the air was thick, and their panic was obvious as they rushed out of the apartment like their lives depended on it.As soon as they left, Alex’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He stared at it for a moment, his instincts already telling him this wasn’
The next morning, Anastasia arrived at the Stewart family villa just as she had been instructed. As she stepped out of the car, the tension in her chest tightened, her heart pounding faster with every step she took toward the imposing entrance. The villa loomed before her like a prison—grand, cold, and suffocating. This was her family, but it did not feel like home now.Inside, her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, each one amplifying the dread crawling up her spine. It was as if the house itself whispered for her to turn back. But she couldn’t. Not now. She had been summoned, and that meant she had no choice.When she entered the dining room, her eyes immediately landed on Nancy, sitting stiffly at the head of the table, sipping her tea. Juliet, her mother, sat beside her, lips pressed into a hard frown. The tension in the air was suffocating, heavy with unspoken accusations.They didn’t acknowledge her as she stepped inside. It was as if she were invisible—a dismissal that had h