Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chole charged at me, eyes wild, as if I were her prize. But I didn’t

meet her halfway. I raised a single hand, palm outward, and she

halted about three meters off, confusion flickering in her

flushed cheeks.

“You fucking stay back,” I hissed. It came out harsher than I

intended.

A tumble of words rushed around me–my parents whispering, aunts gasping–but I ignored them all. I stepped right past Chole into the heart of the room, illuminating the tension like a

spotlight.

“Amelia,” I snapped, voice trembling yet anchored in controlled fury, “what in God’s name made you go public with those lies

against Olivia?”

Amelia, cool and composed in her tailored suit, brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She raised a single eyebrow. “Because Chole deserves her name cleared, and… frankly, this was for the good

of everyone.”

“For the good of who?” I spat. “You drag Olivia’s reputation through mud, manufacture evidence–fabricated messag staged photos–and you call it ‘for the good“?”

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“Ethan,” Bob intervened softly, stepping between us. “Emotions

are running high-

I cut him off. “They’ve destroyedherlife, Dad”

Madeline shot me a furious look. “Then so be it! We lost

everything–respect, standing. There are whispers now. What are you going to tell your friends? What about family legacy?”

tell them the truth. She’s innocent. I married her, and I will not undo that because of

theater!”

and shrunk back, even as

in her eyes.

“You’re either with us

deserve loyalty.”

squared my shoulders.

“Ethan, you’re making things worse, man. She’s your wife… but you don’t know what this is doing to us. It’s too

can repair!“‘

at his words. “Moved on?” I echoed. “Don you thinkIfeel that,

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being irresponsible. You oweallof us an explanation. You’re our blood,

with Olivia, leave us behind,thenlet her drag us

public scandal?”

thinkIdon’t know what’s on the line? You think I don’t know how this looks? She’s family–I married her;

I have blood

voice crack. “You think I wanted scandal? You think

choose this?”

the so–called architect

statement, looked uneasy.

but his tone stayed clipped. “Honesty, Ethan. You need to own what you’ve done–if it was a mistake, say

firm despite everything. “I promised her I loved her.

straightened my

in

I said coldly. “But I’m still open

separate from personal matters.”

The room turned ice–cold.

did you say?” Amelia hissed,

her fingers.

I replied, voice sharp and

a business

insane?” Madeline Windsor

humiliate our family in