Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 43

I glanced around. People parted for us like waves, but my eyes stopped at Jess. She stood with a cell phone clutched in her hand, her eyes red from crying, yet glaring at me as if I were a

curse that wouldn’t die. Her bottom lip trembled.

I turned away.

Jimson’s face was blank, frozen in some twisted mix of horror

and disbelief.

I looked right at him. “Still going to pretend you had nothing to

do with it?”

Jimson scoffed, trying to act composed. “You’ve got the wrong

guy. Looks like you’re just trying to ruin her reputation in front

of Alexander.”

That low blow hit Jess like a slap. Her jaw clenched, and she

stepped forward, eyes shining. “You’re such a liar,” she snapped,

voice cracking. “She’s just acting–trying to win everyone’s

sympathy!”

“Enough,” Alexander said coldly, not even glancing at her. “Jess,

your jealousy is no longer excusable. You’ve crossed the line.”

Jess opened her mouth again but closed it just as fast, stunned

silent.

I sighed. “Jess isn’t the problem right now” I looked back at Jimson. “You really think you were alone in that house with

me?”

His confidence slipped, barely noticeable. Just a flicker in his

eyes, a twitch in his lip. He straightened his spine.

“You’re making things up.”

said, tone calm

up

since yesterday.

the entire disgusting mess–is on

who was quiet until

the only way

think he’ll

“He has to.”

head. “Where

old seaside mansion.

said, eyes locked

Gai is retrieving the recorder

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I hadn’t expected–but a welcome

Jimson’s face visibly stiffened.

in the room spiked like a live wire. Several people exchanged glances. Whispers filled the background. I

bloom on some faces. But

played the calm card.

straws,” he

it can be edited. Fake. Anyone can

know that?” I said, voice

audio to

say now can undo

was lie

his phone and gestured to the

Olivia’s telling the truth–and

will make national headlines. You still

by your story?”

the room reached for their phones

cameras aimed at Jimson.

“Alpha, do you have a

one

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a short command. Within minutes,

the table beside

Jimson’s composure fractured.

like it was a live

login,” I said sweetly. “We

together.”

words died

calculating

his forehead. His shoulders started to hunch as