Taking Alpha's Twins Away After Divorce



A few days had passed.

There were a few adjustments that were made to my daily life.

These days, I get up early in order to go to the office on time. To get a better understanding of everything, I was given a position in the financial department. I tried to understand the thoughts of employees, too.

By doing so, I was able to comprehend what they were considering with regard to our business and determine whether or not they were loyal to us.

People thought of me as an ordinary employee like them. They had no idea that I would be their CEO very soon.

In these few days, I saw a slight change in Noah's behavior. I questioned him about it, and he responded by saying, "I don't like that uncle."

I was surprised when he talked to me about Adrian. There was something strange in Noah's eyes, but I was unable to make out what it was. So, I chose to refrain from asking him any questions regarding Adrian.

On the other hand, Aria liked Adrian in one meeting. She kept talking about him to me. I only told her that he was merely a stranger and that she would never meet him again.

It really broke my heart to see my children's reaction to him. They did not know that he was their father. I did not want to tell them the truth either, which always made me scared.

However, her mother advised me that I did not need to be concerned about it because Adrian was far away from them.

It was noon.

I was seated at my desk, working on some files.

I heard a knock on my door.

'Please, come in."

As soon as the door was opened, a young woman peeked her head inside.

"Miss Natalia, it's lunchtime."

She was an employee, Damia Robson. She was a little younger than me, maybe in her early twenties. However, she was tremendously skilled in her work.

"I'm coming," I replied to her.

When I noticed that she was still standing with her back to the door, I closed the file that I was holding in my hand and stood up from my chair.

I made my way to her and then left my cabin with her alongside me.

"I knew you would be busy working. So Beta Eric instructed me to bring you along with me."

I was surprised to hear her. I frowned at her. She chuckled and whispered in my ear,

"I know who you are."

"Oh, I mumbled.

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"Don't worry. I have no intention of telling anyone about it," she reassured me.

However, there was nothing to be assured about. In a few days, everyone would learn about me anyway.

A smile and a nod were the responses I gave to Damia.

We had lunch in our company's restaurant. I observed people around me.

The young women appeared to be really wealthy, which was evidence that our company was providing them with

a very good salary. Meanwhile, males appeared to be wise, which indicated that they were aware that working hard would only work out for their benefit.

After having lunch, I headed back to my cabin. Damia was with me.

As I was walking by the rest area, my eyes caught sight of something, and I immediately stopped moving forward. There was a cello placed in the middle of the room. I stared at it. I could not just move my eyes away from it.

I heard Damia's voice beside me. "Miss, do you know how to play cello?"

Then I turned my head away from it and gave a small nod of my head.

"Do you want to play it?"

I smiled bitterly. "Unfortunately, my right hand was injured a few years ago, and I can't play anymore."

Damia appeared to be very surprised to hear that.

Memories flooded my mind when I burned my right hand, trying to save someone's life.

As I closed my eyes, a rush of memories washed over me, transporting me back to that disastrous moment when I risked everything to rescue another person.

While thinking about that time, I slowly lifted my hand and gently stroked my arm. The pain I had to feel at that time once again haunted me.

But that's all in the past. Even if I loved the wrong person, I never regretted it.

"Miss, are you okay?" Damia asked with a worried tone.

I came out of my thoughts and replied to her,

"Yeah, I am fine."

After taking a quick look at my hand, she asked me, "Is your hand okay?"

I could only respond, "Hmm."

When I went back to my cabin, I tried to make myself busy again.

Nevertheless, my thoughts kept going back to the horrific incidents of the past, which I had almost forgotten after marrying Adrian.

I grabbed a file and tried to focus on work.

At that moment, my phone began to ring. I glanced at the screen of my phone. I recognized the number.

It was none other than my ex-husband, Adrian.

How did he get my number? I assumed my stepfather gave it to him.

I did not receive his call. As soon as my phone stopped ringing, I grabbed it and blocked Adrian's number.

Shortly after, Eric came to my cabin with an annoyed look.

I got to my feet and asked,

"What happened?"

He showed me his cell phone and replied,

"Your ex-husband is calling me. Should I answer it?"

Hearing it caught me off guard. Adrian had never tried to contact Eric before. Not after the fight in the hotel room.

I had no idea why Adrian called Eric. So many questions rushed through my head.

Did he get to know that Aria and Noah were his children?

I bit my bottom lip in anxiety. Eric did not like Adrian, which he had told me many times before.

He stared at me to get a reply from me.

I took a deep breath and replied,

"Answer the call."