Alex immediately drove to the bar, but he did not conceal his identity unlike his previous visit.He was so interested in her game that no one could convince him to stop unless he got satisfied.As he parked the car in front of the bar, he quickly searched 'how to make a lady fall in love' on his phone and scrolled through many of the articles online."Be charming. Treat her like a queen." He muttered the line as he stumbled upon it. The line captivated his interest, compelling him to follow it.To win her heart, he decided to shed his cold demeanour towards women whenever he was with her.As he entered the bar, he saw Emily attending to a customer at the bar stand and walked directly to it with a grin plastered on his face. He sat on one of the bar seats."What would you like to have, sir?" Emily asked.She remained focused on a customer, to the extent that she did not glance in his direction."Maybe your attention...if that's available." He chuckled.His plan was to make her fall i
"Isabella, please don't do this to me." Alex kept on sobbing as he drove Isabella's lifeless body to the hospital. He knew that he was in trouble if something bad happened to her and regretted his reaction to their argument.Apart from his aversion to the sight of blood, he was also a hot-tempered person, always avoiding altercations, which is why he was a man of few words.He prayed silently at the hospital's reception, pacing around as Isabella was being treated in a ward there."Doctor, please, what's happening?" He rushed to the doctor immediately upon his appearance in the reception. ""Be rest assured, Mr. Alex. She is going to be fine." The doctor replied."But what happened to her?" He asked.Alex lied that she slipped in the bathroom and fell, but the doctor seemed not to believe him as he shot him a quizzical face."Yes, you can, but do not disturb her because we gave her a drug to make her sleep." The doctor replied after Alex had asked him if he could visit her in the war
Alex's gaze remained fixed on the phone's screen.There was a moment of silence between them; the only sound was his ragged breaths as he stared at the phone in his hand.He could not believe what he was seeing. He blinked again, but the scene on the screen remained unchanged. It was real!He shot his gaze at Isabella in disbelief because he couldn't fathom her motives.He wondered why she captured the moment."How could I have let my emotions control me so utterly? I should not have hurt her in the first place, whether it was intentional or not."Shame, acrid and bitter, flooded his thoughts.His gaze darted from the phone to Isabella, who curled her lips."How could you?!" He croaked, his voice hoarse with a torrent of conflicting emotions. His heart pounded with a desperate need to understand her motives, even as shame weighed him down for what he had done."How could I not?" She countered, her voice low but laced with steel. "How could I stand by and watch you, the man I love,
Reaching the lobby, Alex threw open the glass doors, ignoring whether it was against the hospital's ethics or not.His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He needed air, needed escape, and needed anything to quell the rising tide of fury and hurt.His legs carried him to his car, the latest Subaru Outback, which he affectionately nicknamed "Blue," each step heavy with the weight of shattered hope. He reached the car, fumbled with the keys, and finally, with a frustrated growl, threw the door open.He slammed the door shut.The black leather seat, which did offer him comfort, did not. He slammed his hand on the steering, realising the mess he had gotten himself into through his stupidity—heeding his parents' wishes like a dog to his master.But reality, like a persistent itch, wormed its way back into his thoughts. He could not stay parked there, lost in the wreckage of his emotions. He needed to act—to do something, anything—even if it meant talking to someone f
Alex stood in front of his bedroom mirror as the soft glow of the morning light filtered through the curtains. He buttoned his crisp shirt and straightened the tie as a faint hum of a cheerful tune escaped his lips, echoing the room.The events of the previous day lingered briefly in his thoughts, but a newfound optimism pushed them aside. Today held promise—a deal was on the horizon.He was confident in himself and smiled—a genuine, full-bodied smile that reached his eyes.He was not just Alex today. He was Alex the Closer, Alex the Dealmaker, and Alex the Man Who Gets Things Done. He took a deep breath, anticipating the day. Today was his day.Isabella smirked at him from the bed.Although she did not know the reason, she knew he was in a good mood and intended to ruin it."Darling, did I tell you that we would be visiting my parents today?" She said."Today? You didn't. We never had any discussion like that." Alex furrowed his brows.She also did not plan it but decided to, sinc
Alex immediately dashed out of his car as he drove into his company's 'compound.He shut down the entrance's door behind him. His employees, sensing the volcanic eruption within, scurried past like frightened mice as they muttered their greetings, which he ignored. His only focus was the meeting hall to handle the negotiation himself. The manager stammered out the news like a death knell. "Mr. Alex, they... they left. The deal... it's off."His world, balanced on the precipice of success, crumbled.He immediately called them, but his disappointment heightened when they told him that they had called the deal off. His phone rang in his pocket, and he fished it out, as he was still sober about losing the contract.His blood simmered at the sight of the name—the devil herself, Isabella, displayed on the screen.He ignored it, but she continued calling.Each ring tore into him like a fresh cut.Finally, unable to ignore it anymore, he answered it."Yes?" His voice was laced with annoyan
"Hey." Alex beamed in smiles as he sat on a stool behind the bar stand."And here comes my benefactor." Emily returned it with a smile."Come on, stop calling me that, please." He smirked."What drink would you like?" "My usual," he said."There's a question I've been meaning to ask you, though." She poured the whisky into a highball glass and gave it to him."Really?" She nodded her head in affirmation."Then shoot.""Why are you usually wearing a baseball cap whenever you come here? It's really weird wearing it to a bar at night, you know?" She chuckled."Maybe I'm wanted for a crime." He chuckled.She gave him the glass."Why am I always genuinely soft whenever I'm with her?" He questioned himself inwardly.She seemed surprised and drawn back."I'm just joking, come on!" He laughed hysterically."But it's because of who I am." He added, but in a normal and composed tone."If I may ask...who are you?"He wondered if she truly did not know who he was or if she truly did not know th
The next morning, Alex's eyes snapped open, the jarring white of the ceiling searing into his vision.His head throbbed like a drum solo in a heavy metal concert, each beat echoing the confusion swirling in his mind. He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over him, pinning him to the bed.He blinked, trying to clear the fog that had clouded his thoughts. He groaned as he touched his head, trying to jog his memory.A sliver of sunlight peeked through the narrow window, casting long, stark shadows across him and someone lying beside him on the floor.In curiosity, his gaze drifted, landing on the figure curled up beside him. His breath hitched on seeing that it was Isabella.She was a beautiful sight to behold, but not with her. Never!Her raven hair cascaded over her porcelain skin.A wave of revulsion instantly washed over him. The thought of being so close to her, of her breath mingling with his, sent a shiver of disgust down his spine.For a split second, he had forgott