Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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Annie ran out of the mansion/not even waiting for Alexander to stir from his sleep, her mind was consumed by fear and anger.

She muttered something about the doctor's appointment to the took and left.

She needed to keep up appearances.

She drove herself.

With the morning sun barely over the horizon, she grasped the steering wheel with tight knuckles, turning white against the leather, as she sped toward her destination.

The drive to the playhouse seemed to take forever. Her mind replayed the damning video she had watched the night before, shame and fury mixing into a storm within her. To see herself, masked but unmistakably her, riding that guy's cock was enough to make bile rise in her throat.

That scar made the whole thing undeniable.

She finally reached her destination and parked her car a few blocks away so as not to raise any suspicion. She pulled a face mask over her nose and adjusted her cap over her head to disguise herself as she stepped out of the car. Her eyes darted around hawk-like, scanning for any signs of recognition. She strode briskly down the street, her heart pounding with both dread and determination.

Her stomach started to twist the closer she got to the playhouse. The place that was once so alive now stood solitary, bolted shut with "For Lease" signs plastered on each window. It had been shut down-closed just two weeks after she had announced her pregnancy. Annie's feet seemed to freeze as she stared on in unbelievable anger, now growing within her. She cursed under her breath, her hands trembling with suppressed fury.

She hissed to herself, low and venomous. "He thinks he can play games with me? He doesn't know who he's dealing with.".

The flames of vengeance burned her mind. This man was out to blackmail her. The gravest mistake of his life, he had just made. They clearly didn't know who they were up against, but they would soon learn. Nobody crosses Annie and gets away scathe-free. Even her own father had faced her wrath five years ago.

Angrily, she stormed back to her car, her heels echoing in the empty street. Getting inside, she slammed the door shut and pulled out her phone. Her fingers were trembling with rage as she typed a message.

'Find out who's behind this email. I want it done ASAP!

She hit send, her chest heaving with the effort of calming herself down as she leaned back in her seat, staring coldly at the still-empty road.

started her car, and instantly, the engine

he was hiding and make him

AAAAA

he had been plagued by vivid images of Emma and Jaden kissing, replaying like a tormenting film reel He had tossed and turned, his fists clenching the sheets

sting of it burned

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retaliatory strike against him for what he did to her on his mother's welcome-back party? It couldn't have been just one big coincidence. The timeline was too close. Sitting in his car like some caged lion.

with anger

CEO of L.A.D. this morning at the Ben House

stared past Kevin, his mind so far away. The billion-dollar contract wasn't a

thoughts were with Emma, the girl who has occupied literally every

voice cautious, catching the intensity of Alexander's cold

side, his eyes cold and razor-sharp, piercing through Kevin like a dagger. "Find out where

this moment." Alexander

a moment, not knowing how to continue. But the stormy look on Alexander's face was

veered to the road's slow lane and

Emma is at the hospital, sir. She's there for Emily's treatment." Alexander boomed, "Take me

"But the meeting..."

it," Alexander replied

unspoken thoughts. Alexander sat rigid in the back seat, his fingers

stop. He made long, purposeful strides to the VIP section, his shoes echoing against the marble floors of

room where Emily was under treatment. He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath, though it did

of Emily, brushing a strand of hair from the little girl's face with her hand. Emily was fast asleep, her small figure curled into the blankets. Something inside Alexander stirred at the sight of Emma so maternal.

anger Emma looked

else. He crossed the room in swift strides; his feet thundered on

intrusion. Before she could react, Alexander