Chapter 2
When Allison finally came to, she was already in the hospital.
A nurse hovered beside her, trying to set up an IV. After missing the vein seven or eight times, the needle finally slid in.
Just outside the door, a small group of people whispered and pointed in her direction.
“That’s her–the spoiled little trust–fund brat who threw money around like she owned the world.”
“Word is, she practically scared Mr. Rockwood’s grandmother to death just so she could trap him into marriage.
“Honestly? I wouldn’t lose sleep if she didn’t make it next time.”
Allison overheard every word.
She looked at the red, swollen bruises on the back of her hand and forced a bitter smile. Of course. She could guess exactly what had happened.
She unlocked her phone–and right on cue, the notifications lit up,
Sarah had posted a dramatic tell–all online, painting Allison as a jealous heiress used her status and influence to steal Alexander–and destroy anyone who got in her way.
Within minutes, the post exploded across every platform.
Allison tried reaching out to get it taken down. No one dared to help.
She later learned that it was Alexander himself who’d made sure no one touched it.
Staring at the flood of vile comments and public shaming, Allison’s heart went ice–cold. She turned off her phone and didn’t bother looking again,
Just then, Sarah called.
“Allison,” she said sweetly, “do me a favor and bring me the new A–line jacket from A & Co. I need it at the top of Observatory Manor.” Allison nearly laughed. She opened her mouth to refuse.
Hut Sarah cut her off with a mocking tone. “Let me remind you–you’re the one who needs something from me. If you want me to take care of your dying husband, you better keep me happy.”
Allison clenched her jaw.
“Fine,” she said, her voice tight.
She dragged herself out of the cold hospital bed, went to the mall, and bought the exact designer jacket Sarah requested.
Then she called a car and made her way to Observatory Manor.
The very same place Alexander had built for Sarah on her twentieth birthday.
It wasn’t open to the public. Allison had once begged to visit, but Alexander always brushed her off with some excuse or another.
Eventually, she stopped asking.
Now she stood at its–gates–and felt nothing at all.
She stepped inside.
Under a canopy of artificial stars, she found them,
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was curled up in Alexander’s arms in a pink strapless princess dress, smiling like she was the only girl in the world.
“It feels so good to still be with you,” she said sweetly.
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“I didn’t mean to hurt her with the post. I was just angry she stole you from me all those years. I had to let it out. You don’t think it was too much, do you?”
Alexander reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was indulgent. “As long as it makes you happy, I
don’t care.‘
“She’s always been so good to you,” Sarah said with a pout. “You really feel nothing for her?”
“I love you,” he murmured.
He pulled her closer, cradled the back of her head, and kissed her.
Itwasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t slow.
The moment their lips met, the temperature in the room surged. Fire roared to life between them.
Sarah let out a soft moan, her hands clawing at his back, making his body tremble. He gripped her tighter and lifted her onto his lap.
And then–she looked up.
Right at Allison..
That look in her eyes–pure poison wrapped in lace.
She had orchestrated this from the start, inviting Allison here for one reason only: to watch herself lose.
Allison stood frozen, face pale, nails biting into her palms.
She had already sworn to stop loving him
But seeing it with her own eyes–watching them touch, kiss, burn for each other–it tore her apart.
Every breath felt like a blade dragging across her chest, each cut deeper than the last.
Alexander pushed up Sarah’s dress and thrust into her with a sharp, guttural groan escaping his lips.
Sarah shivered and looked back at Allison with a slow, triumphant smirk.
“Ow… Alex, you’re rough,” she gasped, her tone full of sweet seduction. “Were you ever this eager with Allison?”
“Don’t bring her up,” he growled. “She ruins the mood. Focus on the pleasure I’m giving you.”
Sarah giggled and collapsed against his shoulder.
The sho
The shopping bag slipped from Allison’s fingers and hit the ground with a dull thud.
She turned and fled.
Her heel caught on a stone, sending her crashing to the pavement. Blood smeared across her lange, but she didn’t stop.
Didn’t even feel it.
She just kept running–running until the moans and gasps behind her finally faded.
When she reached the base of the hill, she had no idea how many times she’d fallen
By the time she made it home, her dress was soaked with blood and dirt.
She didn’t tend to her wounds.
Instead, she walked straight
the living room and started packing up everything Alexander had ever touched.
Because what use was there in keeping the things of a man who was already dead to her? Chapter 2
