xander's company, the s

you can'

secretary aside and ent

her once again: Raine was nestle

doing here? Weren't y

to see you," Alexander s

papers onto his desk. "S

sharply. "There will be no di

to marry you. All your scheming was f

dream of becoming Alexander's wife. Just being by his sid

cision?" Ophelia ignored Raine's

rd them, her fingers

u? Those nights, those prom

w the tension in his jaw, his hands clenched into fists. Be

chest heave violently, he

d me, Alexander. But why?" Her voice was ba

es, but it wasn't enough. From

e glared at him, her eyes burning. "Raine hates me. She poisoned you against me, didn't she? So why accuse m

s pressing into a thin line, but he r

attered someth

r a fleeting moment, but it was too late

and jagged, reflecting the moonlight like a dagger. Without

xander!" she screamed, stumbling bac

Ophelia lunged. Her arm swung in a dea

rough the air mere inches from his skin. A sharp pain flared across his sh

desperate, burning with madness

she snarled, clutchi

"You wanted to kill me,"

"No, Alexander. I just wanted you to fe

carrying the echoes of her

tling through the bare trees. The night was thick with the scen

She struggled, but the glass shard cut into he

er roared with deadly fury w

d hesitated.

dark gaze shifting to him, his tone laced with

not daring to disobey. He stepped back

ng almost like disbelief flashed in his eyes. The woman before him was no longer th

en, unrecognizable, her bod

ing her beneath him, ignoring her struggles. He tigh

ing her writhe beneath him.

playing on her lips despite the pa

blade. He clenched his jaw, forcing

Alexander. If you hate me so much, kill me. But first, answer me. Why? Why was

lent, but his

ly, staring up at

w, as if she wanted him to hear every word clearly.

his eyes as he stared at

ave married you." She swallowed the lump in her

agged, something foreign and

urfaced in

r marry Alexander Gray and spend

chandeliers. She had smiled at him, her eyes full of love and devotion, un

fore him was a hollowed-out shell. A

mpty. "Alexander, I don't love y

r lips once more, her voice fragile yet sharp as a dagger. "But

tched, his fingers tw

elia?" His voice was eerily calm, laced w

ave her the

nt, Ophelia moved. She swiftly grabbed the knife beside her, its blad

r hesitated. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh, the sharp