Bonds
Chapter 111
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?”
in his tone, the mockery dripping from his every word. “This,” I spat, my voice tight with barely contained
eyebrow, the smirk on his face widening further. “Is that so?” he chuckled, a humorless sound, “And what makes you say
now?”
low growl. “Whatever it takes,” I pressed, my words clipped. “Tell me what it will take
a hollow sound devoid of any genuine humor. “Finally decided you’re weak,
through the fragile control I held. But I forced myself to remain calm, to push down the urge to
with a knife. My mind wandered, a memory from my childhood surfacing.
anger.
had just allowed me a normal childhood, the unconditional love of my mother by my side, I wouldn’t be
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relationship with
it all with a
still holding a twisted grip on me but I wasn’t here to grovel. I was here to try to make things right. If only this infuriating, arrogant asshole wouldn’t turn everything
and my father were two sides of the same coin, a horrifying
accept,” he drawled, the mockery dripping from his every word, “that you were never going to win
words were like a slap in 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
facade of barely contained fury replaced by a 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 played on my lips as I strolled towards it, the silence in the room
the cabinet door, I swung it open, the clink of crystal against glass echoing
Perfect.
surprisingly light in my hand. As I turned back towards him, I could practically feel the heat of his glare burning into my back. But I held his gaze
and glasses on his pristine desk with a soft thud, I 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 laced
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