Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 111

-Alex's POV-

My gaze locked onto him, unwavering. It felt like an eternity, my vision boring into his. Years of pent-up questions swirled within me, a relentless storm demanding answers. Why? Why did he have to take her away? There was no justification, no explanation that could erase the gaping hole her absence had ripped in my life. He'd murdered her in a fit of rage, his temper a monstrous beast that had devoured the one person who loved me unconditionally.

I stood there, the weight of that moment heavy on my shoulders. The urge to end his pathetic existence was a tangible presence, a tempting whisper in the back of my mind. Death, however, felt like a kindness he didn't deserve. He needed to suffer, to drown in the guilt of his

actions.

With a final, steely glance, I turned on my heel and walked away. Silence followed in my wake, a deafening echo of the hollowness within me. He was dead to me in that moment, his existence erased from my consciousness.

The world blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as I drove, my mind a chaotic mess. There was no destination in sight, only the desperate need to escape the suffocating weight of everything that had happened. The car rolled on autopilot, my senses numb, until I found myself staring at the imposing glass and steel edifying that housed Daniel Stone's company.

Stepping out of the car, a strange stillness hung in the air. Every head in the vicinity swiveled towards me, a silent symphony of surprised murmurs. The receptionist, a woman with a perfectly manicured smile, started to open her mouth, but a single icy glare from me slammed it shut faster than a slammed door.

Without a word, I pushed past her and stormed into Daniel's office. He sat behind his expansive desk, his big frame filling the space with an air of arrogant entitlement. His eyes narrowed in surprise at my arrival, the initial shock morphing into a smug smirk that stretched across his

face.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"

Lignored the barb in his tone, the mockery dripping from his every word. "This," I spat, my voice tight with barely contained fury, "this war between us. It needs to end,"

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face widening further. "Is that so?" he chuckled, a humorless sound, "And what makes you say that

now?"

words clipped. "Tell me what

a hollow sound devoid of any genuine humor. "Finally decided you're weak, have you? Come crawling

But I forced myself to remain calm, to

crackled, thick enough to cut with a knife. My mind wandered, a memory from my childhood surfacing. My father's words echoed in the recesses of my thoughts, each one

anger.

of all my problems from the very beginning. If he had just allowed me a normal childhood, the unconditional love of my

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be gone, my relationship with Adrian wouldn't be fractured

it all with

still holding a twisted grip on me but I wasn't here to grovel. I was here to

Stone burned as fiercely as ever. He and my father were two sides of the same coin, a horrifying thought that made me clench my fists. But for now, I had to play

out of my introspective spiral. "And what made you finally accept," he drawled, the mockery dripping

wasn't even listening, wasn't processing what I was saying. All he cared about was this pathetic power struggle, this need to be the one standing

tucked away in a corner, housing a collection of expensive-looking bottles. A slow, deliberate smile played on my lips

of crystal against glass echoing in the tense atmosphere. My fingers brushed against a bottle of amber liquid, the label boasting an aged

Perfect.

I

the vein in his temple throbbing. with fury. "What the

I replied, my voice dripping with a feigned casualness. Reaching down, I picked up one of the glasses

to the brim, "you and I have