Alexander's POV

At eighteen, I first laid eyes on Josephine.

Gaunt, swarthy, and ill at ease, she was so out of place in my world.

I couldn't fathom why such an average person was often on my mother's lips.

The kind of person who could command my respect should be as brilliant and dazzling as Olivia.

We grew up together, innocent and carefree, and even the evolution of our relationship was only natural.

I had envisioned many versions of my life, all of them splendid and glorious.

I never anticipated that misfortune would befall me.

The day after my father died suddenly of a heart attack, our company was schemed...