chapter 3
664 Words
Alexander’s POV
My mornings were always the same. Wake before the sun, run five kilometers on the treadmill, shower, and have my breakfast while checking reports from my executives. Routine wasn’t boring for me—it was power. Structure was what kept my empire together.
By 7:30, I was already dressed in a navy suit, knotting my tie in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back, sharp and precise. The world respected a man who looked like he knew exactly where he was going, even if sometimes I wasn’t sure myself.
On the drive to Kingston Corp headquarters, the city blurred past my window. People rushed to work, chasing money I already had more of than I knew what to do with. Still, it didn’t stop me. My assistant, Daniel, scrolled through my schedule on the tablet beside me. Meetings. Calls. A business lunch with the minister of commerce. Another deal to close. Another victory.
And yet, there was something about the silence after each win. Something empty. Something I’d never admit out loud.
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Isla’s POV
I hated mornings, but I loved coffee. That was the deal. If caffeine didn’t exist, neither would I before noon. My small kitchen smelled like roasted beans as I leaned against the counter scrolling through my phone.
Work was later in the day—I had a client meeting about a marketing campaign I’d been working on. Nothing too serious, but important enough. I wanted to prove myself in my field, to show my parents I wasn’t just living off their money. Independence mattered to me.
I dressed quickly, jeans and a blouse that hugged my waist just enough to feel confident. On my way out, I grabbed my bag and keys, humming along to a song playing on my playlist. The city was alive outside—horns blaring, people rushing, vendors shouting.
I liked blending into it all, being part of something bigger. But that morning, something unusual happened.
As I crossed the street near the central plaza, a sleek black car turned the corner too fast. The windows were tinted, but for a second, they lowered. Just enough for me to catch a glimpse of him.
Sharp jawline. Dark eyes. Perfectly styled hair. A man in a suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. He looked untouchable, but in that single moment, his gaze locked with mine.
And my heart skipped.
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Alexander’s POV
Traffic had been irritating that morning. Daniel complained about the route, and I told him to let it go. But as we slowed near the central plaza, I glanced out the window.
And saw her.
It was a fleeting moment—a woman crossing the street, bag slung on her shoulder, sunlight catching the brown in her hair. Her eyes met mine through the glass. Curious. Wide. Alive.
I should have looked away. I didn’t.
Something about her stare held me there, even as the car pulled forward. She wasn’t the usual kind of woman I encountered at charity galas or business dinners. There was nothing polished or rehearsed about her. She looked… real.
For the first time in a long while, I found myself turning back to glance through the rear window, just to see her one more time.
And I couldn’t stop wondering why.
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Isla’s POV
The car disappeared down the street, but the image stayed with me. Who was he? Why did I feel like I’d just seen someone who stepped straight out of a magazine cover?
I shook it off, laughing at myself. Rich men in expensive cars weren’t my type. They lived in a world too far from mine. And yet, something about those eyes…
I told myself to forget it, to focus on my meeting, but deep down, I knew I wouldn’t.
That brief, charged moment had etched itself into my mind.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if fate had just drawn me into a game I wasn’t ready for.
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