Chapter 20
“Why?” Alexander roared, eyes wild as Allison entered the office. “Why are you doing this to me? Why won’t you just let me go?”
Allison simply stared at him–disheveled, desperate, unrecognizable from the arrogant man he once was.
Sesuited faintly, almost amused. “I told you, Alexander. Actions have
sequences. And this–this is yours.”
“I’ve already apologized!” he snapped. “What more do you want? Why can’t we go back to the way things were? Or is this about Quinn now? You saw the money, the power, and you ran straight into his arms?”
His voice dripped with venom, as if he finally believed she was someone he didn’t know.
Allison didn’t respond.
He wasn’t worth her words.
She turned to her assistant and said calmly, “Clear this office out. Dump everything that doesn’t belong.”
To her, Alexander was no longer a man–just trash that needed taking out.
Alexander lunged toward her, frantic, only to be slammed to the ground by security before he could get close. “Allie! I still love you!”
“I don’t need anything. I just want to see you please… let me stay near you just to see you
She didn’t even flinch. Just waved her hand.
The guards dragged him out like a stray dog,
The silence that followed was like a breath of fresh air.
Allison finally exhaled.
She hadn’t wanted Rockwood Holdings in the first place–not really.
She collected all her shares and finalized the paperwork, then handed everything over to Quinn.
“I just want Winters Group,” she said. “The rest is yours.
Quinn held out his band. She took it without hesitation–and he pulled her straight into his arms.
“Allie,” he murmured against her hair, “do you know what you remind me right now?”
She looked up, curious.
“That fearless girl I met when we were kids,” he said softly “The one who lit up every room she walked into.”
She frowned, confused. “We met before?”
He laughed. “A few times. But I wasn’t impressive enough to make the cut.”
Allison’s heart gave a painful twist.
Back then, all she saw was the boy who once saved her–Alexander.
She’d been blind to everything else.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes downcast
Quinn gently tilted her chin up and kissed her. “Don’t be. All I want now… is for you to choose me. When you’re ready.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. She leaned in and kissed him back. “I already have. And I can’t wait.”
Quien cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss until her breath hitched and her body melted into his.
Their wedding was set for a week later.
On the morning of the ceremony, Quinn stood quietly in front of the framed photos of Allison’s parents, hands folded, his expression
solemn.
“Mr. and Mrs. Winters,” he said, voice steady. “I promise–I’ll protect her, cherish her, and love her for the rest of my
He held out their prenup agreement, signed and sealed, transferring all of his assets to Allison
Η
“Babe,” he said with a playful grin, “from now on, I belong to you. Every last dollar. If I ever screw up, take it all. Leave me with
nothing
Allison laughed through tears, diving into his arms.
This–this–was what real love looked like.
Someone who spoiled her like a princess, and still let her be her own queen
Someone who would never make her beg.
Married life turned out better than she imagined. Every day felt like a blessing. She was truly, finally, happy
As for Alexander?
Word was, before the police could arrest him, he ran–look the last of the Rockwood family’s money and boarded a cargo ship bound
for Southeast Asia.
But fate had other plans. The ship sailed into a violent storm.
And he drowned.
Good riddance.
Allison never shed a tear.
All she hoped was that their lives would never intersect again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any future she could imagine.
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