Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Sarah’s POV.

As I stood in front of the towering building housing Alex’s office, my heart was heavy with sadness and determination. The guard, who knew me as Mrs. Hamilton, offered a polite salute, but my mind was too preoccupied to return his friendly gesture. The gravity of the situation had consumed me entirely, leaving no room for pleasantries.

Pressing the button for the 60th floor where Alex’s office resided, I walked with a sense of urgency, my steps guided by a singular purpose – to confront him and seek answers to the questions that haunted me.

As I approached his office, his secretary tried to intervene, her professional duty compelling her to uphold the ongoing meeting’s privacy. However, her attempts to halt me were futile; nothing would deter me from facing Alex.

“Ma’am, you cannot go inside. A meeting is going on, and I have orders that no one can enter the boardroom,” she warned, trying to assert her authority.

I paid her no mind, my determination unwavering. Nothing could stop me now; I needed to see Alex immediately.

Despite my protests, she persisted in her efforts to block me. The audacity of her actions angered me. How dare she presume to understand my place in Alex’s life? She was privy to his affairs, well aware of the other women who would visit him here. That knowledge fueled my disdain for her, and I shot her a scornful look as I pushed open the heavy door to the boardroom.

The abrupt entrance drew the attention of everyone present, and their faces displayed a mixture of anger, shock, surprise, and confusion. I paid no attention to their reactions, my gaze fixated solely on Alex, who stood in the center of the room, looking at me with a stunned expression etched across his face.

“I need to talk to you,” I declared, my voice firm despite the emotions swirling inside me.

Alex nodded in acknowledgment, sensing the seriousness of the situation. With a subtle gesture, he indicated to the others in the room that they should leave. They understood the unspoken message and slowly departed, leaving us alone in the vast boardroom.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Alex stood there, visibly taken aback, as he watched me approach him with a mix of concern and confusion etched on his face. “What happened, baby? Are you alright?” he asked, trying to reach out and touch my head gently with the back of his palm. However, my body instinctively flinched away, and I pulled back, not wanting his touch at that moment.

His bewildered expression deepened, and he asked again, “What’s wrong, Sarah?”

I couldn’t believe he was acting oblivious to it all. My frustration bubbled over, and I snorted before responding in a tone laced with bitter mockery, “Do you really not know?” I let out a mirthless laugh, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. “Stop pretending in front of me, Alex. I know everything about you.”

His eyes squinted in confusion, and he tried to defend himself, “What are you talking about, Sarah? I have no idea what you mean.”

He shook his head, appearing to be the picture of innocence, and that only fueled my anger further. How could he act like nothing had happened? It was infuriating. My emotions reached an extreme, and without thinking, I moved forward and delivered a punch to his chest, a physical manifestation of my hurt and betrayal. “You cheated on me!” I shouted, the words escaping my lips in a mix of pain and anger. “How dare you insult our marriage like this?”

In response, Alex’s expression turned from confusion to frustration, denying my accusation vehemently. “What the hell are you talking about, Sarah? Who told you all this nonsense? There is nothing like that,” he retorted firmly.

My anger surged as I remembered the evidence that led me to confront him. “Yeah? And what about that video?” I scowled, my mind flashing back to the painful sight of him kissing that mysterious girl. “I have seen everything with my own eyes. Don’t you dare deny it.”

“It must be a misunderstanding. Who showed you what video? Tell me the name and call that person in front of me. I will make everything clear,” he declared with an air of confidence, his voice unwavering. His eyes bore into mine, but I couldn’t help feeling intimidated by his imposing presence. It seemed as though no one would dare defy him.

“Please, Alex. Stop acting like an innocent guy. I know what your reputation was before marriage. But I thought you had changed. But no, I was wrong and very stupid to believe in you. You cannot change. You are still the same,” I uttered with a mix of anger and disappointment. My heart was heavy, but I knew I couldn’t continue living a lie. Summoning every ounce of courage, I tossed my wedding ring at him, a symbolic gesture of ending our charade.

“I will send you a signed divorce paper. Please sign the papers and end this false marriage. After that, you will be free to live as your heart wishes. Nobody is going to blame you or stop you from doing anything,” I taunted, raising my chin defiantly. My emotions were a whirlwind, but I was determined not to falter.

I stood before him, tall and resolute, ready to defend my decision. Initially, he seemed taken aback by my strong stance, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of confusion at the sight.

“You are mistaken, Sarah. I am telling you. You will regret this. Give me a chance to explain myself. Please don’t do this. Don’t come to any conclusion without listening to both sides,” he pleaded, trying to sway my resolve.

But I had grown weary of his empty promises and feigned concern. I wouldn’t allow myself to fall into his trap again.

“No. We don’t have anything to talk about. My decision is final, and I am not going to change it for anyone or anything,” I said, a hint of vulnerability creeping into my voice as I unconsciously placed a protective hand on my belly.

“No, honey. Don’t do this to us. I am not what you think. I accept I made many mistakes before our marriage. I have changed. Believe me,” he implored, his words wrapped in a deceiving charm that could sway many, but not me.

He moved towards me, attempting to grasp my hand, but I recoiled as if his touch were searing my skin. I couldn’t bear for him to be near me, for fear of weakening my resolve.

“No! Just stay away from me,” I tried to yell, but my voice quivered with the emotions raging within. Being in his presence was unbearable, and I needed to escape, to distance myself from the toxicity.

Without another word, I turned on my heels and ran out of his office. Tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let them fall. I had made my decision, and I was determined to reclaim my life, free from the shackles of a loveless marriage.

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Alex’s POV.

What the hell just happened? Sarah stormed into the room, her face contorted with fury, and her eyes ablaze with anger. She didn’t hold back, immediately accusing me of betraying her trust, of cheating on her. The accusation hit me like a ton of bricks. How could she think such a thing when she was the center of my universe? Every thought, every feeling, revolved around her; she was the only one I wanted, the only one I ever thought about.

Feeling the weight of the situation, I ran my trembling hand through my hair in frustration, trying to make sense of it all. Shit. My past, my reckless playboy days, were still haunting me, casting a dark shadow over my present. The very image of myself that I once took pride in had now become a source of trouble, threatening to destroy the happiness I had found with Sarah. It was a living hell.

Divorce? The word echoed in my mind like a dreadful omen. How could she even think that I’d give up on us? I had always wanted to give her the world, to fill her life with joy and love. But now, her trust in me was shattered, and I knew I had to find a way to fix it.

What had triggered this sudden outburst of doubt in her? Who had planted these poisonous seeds of mistrust in her mind, and what was this video she mentioned? I had to know the truth, and I had to know it now.

Without wasting a moment, I pulled out my phone and dialed my assistant’s number, urgency pulsating through my veins. As he picked up on the other end, I spoke with a mix of desperation and determination, “Jacob! You need to find out about something. It’s very urgent. Drop everything else and focus on this. I need answers, no matter what it takes.”