Bonds

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?”

word. “This,” I spat, my voice tight with barely contained fury, “this war

smirk on his face widening further. “Is that so?”

now?”

a step forward, my voice a low growl. “Whatever it takes,” I pressed, my words clipped. “Tell me what it

throat, a hollow sound devoid of any genuine humor. “Finally decided you’re

calm, to push down the urge to rip his throat out. “What will it take?” I repeated, my

The tension in the room 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

anger.

allowed me a normal childhood, the unconditional love of my mother by my side, I wouldn’t

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be gone, my relationship with Adrian wouldn’t

it all with a

pill to swallow, I couldn’t escape the fact that my father had been the puppeteer, his twisted teachings still holding a twisted grip on me but I wasn’t here to grovel. I was here to try to

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 his

“And what made you finally accept,” he drawled, the mockery dripping from his every word, “that you were never going

the face, irritation flaring hot within me. He 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 over a defeated enemy. Fine. If that’s the game he wanted to play, then I’d play it better

studied nonchalance. Glancing around his office, I spotted a glass cabinet tucked away in a corner, housing a collection of expensive–looking bottles. A slow, deliberate smile

his chest, but I ignored him completely. Reaching for the cabinet door, I swung it open, the clink of crystal against glass echoing in the tense atmosphere. My fingers brushed against a bottle of amber liquid,

Perfect.

the bottle, I grabbed two crystal glasses from the shelf, their weight surprisingly light in my hand. As I turned back towards him, I could practically feel the heat of his glare

watched his reaction. His jaw clenched, the vein in his temple throbbing. with fury. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, his voice