Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter

27

-Maya's POV-

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The phone felt heavy in my hand, suddenly a foreign object. "What?" I whispered, the single word escaping my lips in a ragged breath. The line went dead before I could say anything else. I stared at the phone screen, numb, the gravity of Ivan's words sinking in.

"Amaya? What's wrong?" Natalia's voice cut through the fog of confusion clouding my mind. Her hand shot out to grip mine, "What happened?"

I looked at her, my mouth working soundlessly for a moment. "My father. He has been arrested. Ivan just called. The FBI... they're investigating him for something." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Does he know what it's about?"

1 shook my head slowly, the room feeling like it was closing in on me. "No. He just said they're investigating him. He's coming to pick me up."

A flicker of worry crossed her face. "Do you w

want me to come with you?" she asked. "Maybe it would be better if you weren't alone."

"No. I need to handle this myself. Thank you, though, Natalia. For everything and you too Nathan."

I know he had gone quiet just like he always did when Natalia and I were having our moment. He nodded giving me a tight smile, "Anytime, Maya."

Natalia pulled me into a tight hug, her embrace a silent reassurance in the face of the unknown. "Call me when you know more. And whatever happens, you know I'm here for you."

I clung to her for a moment longer, drawing strength from her unwavering support. Then, I pulled back, wiping at the tears that had welled up in my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. My father needed me, no matter how much I considered him a monster sometimes and whatever ho'd gotten himself into, I had to be there for him.

"I gotta go," I told them, my voice thick with emotion. "Ivan's on his way."

Nathan nodded, her gaze filled with understanding. "We will come see you later."

smile, then turned and headed for the door. As I

with suppressed anger. I stole a glance at him once, but he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead, a storm brewing behind

know?" I finally broke the silence, About what's

his head towards me for a brief moment. "Not much. I got a call from a friend in the force. Apparently, there's been an investigation into your father's business dealings for a

doesn't make any sense. I know my father might be an

He interrupted, his voice laced with frustration. "That's what we're going to find out, I

questions, anxieties, and a growing sense of betrayal. How could my father be involved in something like this? And how much of

tape greeted us. The sight

a few houses down, a silent agreement to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. He took my

for

help you?" he

my husband, Ivan McCall. It's my

officer's eyes narrowed slightly. He studied us for a beat, then stopped aside, allowing us to enter the house. The first thing that hit me was the chaos. Furniture was overturned, drawers

group of officers were questioning my mother. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, her normally composed face etched with worry and

she cried, rushing towards me. She threw her arms around me, holding me tight as if afraid I might disappear. "Thank goodness

each other at this moment and she must be going out of her mind but still, it felt foreign. Seeing her like this. Uneasily, I hugged her back, the familiar scent of her perfume doing little to dispel the sense of unease that had settled deep within me. "What's going on?" I whispered. "Where's

back slightly, wiping at her tears with a trembling hand. "They took him," she said, her voice hoarse. "The FBI. They said he was... involved in some kind

"But... how?"

interrupted, her voice cracking with despair. "I haven't known what to think. They

sensing my growing unease. "We should let your mom get some rest," he said gently. "We can try to find out

With a heavy heart, I squeezed her hand back. "We'll stay," I promised, the words

on my tongue.

a glass of water, I found myself drawn to a framed photograph on the mantle. The three of us stood together even though it looked forced but still, we stood together. A lump formed in my throat. Suddenly, the weight of the night's events pressed down on me with renewed force. Alex, my marriage, and now this-

so tired, Mom," I mumbled, my voice thick

out and pulled me into a tight embrace. "I know. I am too. But we'll