Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 38

-Maya's POV-

One week.

That's how long the cold, damp cell had been my only companion. The stale air, the flickering fluorescent light, the constant echo of distant shouts - it all melded into a single, horrifying memory. The relief of Natalia flinging her arms around me when I was finally released was almost suffocating.

"They wouldn't even let me see him," I thought bitterly, clenching my fists in my lap. Ivan had explained things vaguely, something about political pressure and "influential forces." He'd insisted he wasn't responsible for my release, but then who was? Even though I knew the answer, I dared not think of him.

Moving in with Ivan had been a whirlwind. The twins, bless their curious little hearts, were asking endless questions I couldn't answer. "Where have you been Mummy? Why are we leaving Aunty Natalia?" I would explain but I was just too damn tired. There was almost no tears left in my eyes.

Today, however, I wasn't here for tears. I was here to fight. Sitting across from a portly lawyer with thinning hair and a perpetually worried expression, I steeled myself. Mr. Davies had been recommended by Ivan, and while his kindness was evident, his lack of results was starting to grate on me.

"Mr. Davies," I began, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands, "with all due respect, I don't feel like you're doing enough. It's been a week, and I haven't been able to see my father. He's in jail and you're telling me there's nothing we can do?"

Mr. Davies squirmed in his seat, adjusting his spectacles. "Miss Stone, I understand your frustration. Believe me, I am doing everything in my power. But your father's case is..." he hesitated, searching for the right words, "complicated."

"Complicated how?" I pressed, my voice rising a notch.

He sighed, a deep rumble that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within his belly. "The evidence against him is... substantial, Miss Stone. Large sums of money, offshore accounts, the whole shebang. It doesn't look good, I'm afraid to say."

My stomach clenched. My father had always done things the legal way. That was one thing I could brag about even though we never saw eye to eye. But then a chilling thought struck me. Could someone have framed him? An enemy, a competitor, someone with a grudge? The questions swirled in my head, a storm with no clear answer.

managed to ask, "How long could he be

the severity, the sentence. could range from..." he hesitated again, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "...ten to twenty-five

Twenty-five years.

air felt thick, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Wiping a

to twenty-five years," I repeated, the words catching in my throat. "That can't be it.

father seems strong. However," he continued, a hint of hope creeping into his voice, "there might be a small chance. We could try to argue entrapment, if there's any evidence someone was pressuring him into laundering

how would we know? They won't

However, I can draft a request for visitation rights. There's no guarantee it will be granted, but it's a start. Perhaps your father can shed

washed over me. At least I wouldn't be completely in the dark anymore. "Visitation rights," I echoed, "Yes, please do that. Anything to see him, to talk

meantime, I'll also see if I can dig up

not about me. It's about justice. I will be in

he shuffled out of the

to truly consider it before. In the whirlwind of emotions, fear, and confusion, the question of innocence hadn't

they said? A cold shiver ran down my spine. And then there was Alex. Could he

m pop y father gone, the responsibility for the Crescent pack loomed large. The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd relinquished the Alpha role to be with Alex, only to have it thrust back upon me by his actions. Why couldn't he just stay out of my life. Even if he had been the one to have me released, he was

tears stinging my eyes. Just as I felt myself spiraling into despair, the office door creaked open and Natalia entered.

softly, her voice laced with worry. "How are you holding

to me. "It could be better," I admitted, my voice thick with emotion. "Mr. Davies

reassuring. "Hey,"

shoulder. "First, everything with Alex, now this.