Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 34

-Maya's POV-

He stared at me, his face a mask of complete and utter blankness. It was as if someone had flipped a switch, erasing all emotion from his features. The intensity that had flared in his eyes just moments ago was gone, replaced by a cold, impassive indifference. A beat of silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I held my breath, waiting for a reaction, any kind of reaction. But there was none. It was as if I hadn't spoken at all.

Then, as if suddenly remembering his purpose for being there, he cleared his throat, the sound harsh and grating. "Your father will..." he began, but I cut him off before he could finish the sentence. "Don't you dare talk about my father right now! Didn't you hear what I just said to you?"

He let out a sigh, a sound of weary exasperation. "I came here to help because I know you're not involved in this," he said, his voice flat. "I didn't come to talk about your feelings."

His words were like a fresh spark igniting the tinderbox of my emotions. "My feelings?" I spat the word back at him, incredulous. "Are you kidding me, Alex?"

"Amaya," he started, but I wasn't finished. This wasn't the time for his patronizing tone. Not now.

"Don't you dare say my name," I growled, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You know what? Leave."

His eyes narrowed a fraction, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "What?"

"You heard me. I said leave. Get out. I don't need your help. The Stones are garbage, so why don't you just stay away from us?"

The words tasted like ash in my mouth, each one a betrayal of the raw emotions that had just spilled out of me. But something had shifted within me, a deep-seated anger rising to the surface. This wasn't the Alex I knew. This cold, emotionless stranger staring back at me was a far cry from the man I had fallen in love with. He remained silent for a moment, his gaze unwavering. Then, he spoke, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You're making an unnecessary scene. Stop shouting."

The calmness in his voice only served to fuel my rage. "Stop shouting?" You barge in here, act like you care, and then dismiss my feelings like they're nothing? How dare you?"

I stared at him, searching his face for a trace of the Alex I knew, the man I had loved. But there was nothing. Just this cold, calculating stranger. He knew he could be an asshole, cold and ruthless but he was different with me. I was his soft spot. His weakness. His silver. A horrifying realization dawned on me. The Alex I loved... he was gone.

And if he was gone, then why was he here?

What did he want from me?

"Why?" The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge. Why was he here, inserting himself into this mess? Why did he care? His reasons couldn't possibly be altruistic. Not after everything that had happened.

A flicker of something crossed his features, a fleeting emotion I couldn't quite decipher. Was it annoyance? Hesitation? It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual stoic mask.

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voice clipped. "You're not involved in this. You shouldn't

loathed my father. Their animosity was a constant undercurrent in our relationship. And yet, here he was, adamant about my innocence. Didn't that seem

anything to do with this?" The question burst

a chink in his armor. It was gone so quickly

something to do with this, didn't you? This whole thing... my

silent, his jaw clenched tight, but the silence itself spoke volumes. My anger

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word at him, my voice trembling with fury. "You had to go this far? Couldn't you have just... I

the only reason he's even still alive is

his twisted game of revenge? Grateful that he'd used me as

without a single thought for how it would affect me? That something

accusation, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing his features. But it

supposed to get

you planned all this, knowing the risk, and then act now you are here to what? Play knight in shinning armor to the public? What kind of twisted logic is that?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut

with a mixture of anger and exhaustion. "I don't want to hear it. Just get

a long moment, his

hell you will. You've done enough damage already.

a tired sigh, "You don't

I?" I scoffed. "Enlighten me then, Alex. Because from where I'm sitting, it seems pretty clear. You get revenge on my father by

slow, deliberate movement, he stood up, narowing the

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moved closer. His scent surrounded

down your father's company, I..." He trailed off, frustration etched on

about the fact that your little vendetta might land