New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 287 You Are The Problem

this whole situation wasn't completely insane. The doors were locked, and there was no escape.

Lisa's heart was pounding like a drum, the kind you hear right before something really bad happens in movies. Her palms were sweaty, and her breathing was coming out in shallow gasps. She darted a glance at Alexander, who was calmly gripping the steering wheel as if "Thinking about running away?" Alexander said, not even looking at her, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you're that scared, maybe you shouldn't have done what you did." His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it that made Lisa's blood run cold. Lisa froze, staring at him with wide eyes. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her brain was screaming at her to do something, but there was nowhere to go. Alexander stepped on the gas, and they sped down the road. The world outside the car turned into a blur, and Lisa's stomach churned with fear.

After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only twenty minutes, they pulled up to Alexander's private docks. The place was dark, isolated, and way too quiet. Lisa's pulse quickened. She glanced around wildly as if she might spot someone who could help her, but there was no one in sight. Just boats bobbing gently in the water and the eerie stillness of the night.

"Where are we?" Lisa finally managed to squeak out, her voice trembling.

Alexander didn't answer. He got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side. The door was wrenched open before Lisa had a chance to react, and Alexander grabbed her by the elbow, yanking her out of the seat.

"No, stop!" Lisa struggled, but it was like trying to fight a brick wall. Alexander's grip was like iron, and he was much stronger than her.

"Come on, Lisa. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," Alexander said, his voice calm, but his eyes cold as ice.

Lisa dug her heels into the gravel, refusing to move. But Alexander just rolled his eyes and, with a rough tug, practically dragged her toward the house by the docks. She kicked and pulled, but it was useless. He was stronger, and she was terrified. They reached the door, where one of Alexander's bodyguards was already waiting. The head of security opened the door for them without a word, and Alexander shoved Lisa inside with such force that she stumbled and fell to the floor. Her hands slapped against the cold, hard ground, and she gasped, looking up at Alexander in disbelief.

"Why are you doing this?" Lisa whimpered, trying to scramble to her feet, but Alexander stood there like a statue, his arms crossed, watching her with a look that made her feel like she was nothing more than a bug under his shoe. "Get a rope and a chair," Alexander barked at his bodyguard, who immediately left to do his bidding.

Lisa's heart stopped for a second. "W-what? What are you going to do with me?" she stammered, her voice shaking.

Alexander didn't answer her. He just stood there, glaring at her. His silence was worse than anything he could've said.

Moments later, the bodyguard returned, dragging a chair and holding a length of rope in his hands. Lisa's eyes widened in horror as the man started tying the rope around the chair.

bodyguard grabbed her and shoved her into the chair. She struggled as he wrapped the rope tightly

looming over her. His face was cold, unreadable. "Did you hurt Abigail?" he

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. How did he know? How could he

trying to lie her way out of it. She had always been good at lying. But

snapped, his eyes narrowing. "Don't lie to

tight. There was no way out of this. "I did

hands balled into fists at his

flinched; her eyes wide. "Yes! Abigail was getting too close to you. I-I couldn't let her ruin everything. I

her like she was the most pathetic thing he'd

He turned away from her, running a hand through his hair, trying to control his anger. "Alex, please!" Lisa begged. "I did it for us! I love you! I thought if Abigail was out of

"She's in

to go that far. I just wanted her gone. I thought...

disbelief and disgust. "You thought I'd be happy?" he repeated, his voice thick with contempt. "You really have no

love you," she said again, her voice

scoffed. "This isn't love, Lisa. This is an obsession. And it's sick. If it wasn't for Claire, I would have never found out

be involved," she spat, her voice dripping with

Claire. She's always there, always in the way. I don't even know how she does it! She's like... like a

her virus everywhere

turning white. The way Lisa talked about Claire

the problem here,

seem fazed.