Aliciafrenzy

Five years ago, Alexia Harris vanished without a trace-shattering Brandon Gracia's heart and leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and rage. Now, fate has thrown her back into his world, completely unaware that the man she once abandoned is now the powerful CEO standing between her and survival.
But Brandon doesn't just want answers. He wants revenge.
With a single calculated move, he destroys her career, traps her in debt, and leaves her with only one option-marry him or lose everything.
Alexia knows something isn't right. The man she once loved is gone, replaced by someone cold, ruthless, and dangerously possessive. But she signs the contract anyway, thinking she can endure his torment long enough to escape.
But then Alexia learns the truth.
She's pregnant. With his child.
And when Brandon finds out?
The game changes.
Now, it's no longer about revenge. It's about who will break first.
Because the deeper they fall, the more their past unravels-revealing a secret that could destroy them both.
She thought she was trapped before. She had no idea.

UNRAVELING US

The words leave my lips like a loaded gunshot, but the man sitting across from me doesn't even flinch.

Brandon Garcia—my husband, my tormentor, my biggest mistake.

He continues sipping his coffee, the faint sound of pages flipping as he turns a page of his newspaper.

"Did you hear me?" My voice shakes with frustration.

Finally, he sets his coffee down and tilts his head, his sharp blue eyes meeting mine.

I force myself to hold his gaze. "Then say something."

He leans back in his chair, completely at ease. "Alright. No."

He flips another page, his tone casual, indifferent, suffocating. "You're not getting a divorce, Alexia. Ever."

The room suddenly feels too small, too hot.

"You can't force me to stay married to you!"

He finally sets the newspaper down, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"And yet, here you are. Still my wife."

My fists clench under the table. I hate him.

I hate his arrogance. His control. The way he acts like he owns me.

I shouldn't have come down for breakfast. I should've locked myself in my room and avoided him like I do every other morning.

But this conversation was long overdue.

"You've punished me enough," I snap, voice trembling. "Let me go."

His eyes darken, and just like that, the air shifts.

The amusement is gone. Now, he just looks… dangerous.

"Punished you?" His voice is low, sharp. "Alexia, I haven't even started."

He stands, pushing his chair back with a slow, controlled movement.

He always moves like that. Never rushed. Never reckless.

Like a predator who enjoys watching his prey squirm.

"You think you can walk away from me?" he murmurs, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "After what you did?"

Brandon's jaw tightens, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

I scoff, trying to ignore the way his words make my heart pound for all the wrong reasons.

"Is that what this is?" I challenge. "A possession? A game you're playing just to watch me suffer?"

"You started this game, sweetheart. I'm just making sure I win."

He's playing with me. Toying with my emotions just to break me further.

But I won't give him the satisfaction.

For a brief moment, I see something else flash in his eyes.

Something dark. Something that almost looks like pain.

But it's gone before I can name it.

Brandon adjusts his cufflinks and straightens his tie, completely unaffected.

"Enjoy your breakfast," he says smoothly. "Oh, and don't forget—Saturday is my birthday."

"I'd rather buy a coffin than get you a gift."

He chuckles, dark and amused. "Careful, darling. I just might bury you in it."

And with that, he walks away, leaving me fuming.I don't realize I'm shaking until Sofia places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I blink at our housekeeper, my chest rising and falling too fast.

"No, it's not," I whisper. "I can't do this anymore."

Sofia pulls me into a warm, motherly hug, and I finally break.

I collapse in her arms, my body wracked with silent sobs.

For months, I've survived in this hell.

If Brandon Garcia thinks he can own me forever, he's wrong.

Even if it means burning everything to the ground.

1 : DIVORCE