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?”

took a breath. “I’m going to tell them the truth. She’s innocent. I married

theater!”

shrunk back, even as irritation

in her eyes.

huffed. “You’re either with us or

deserve loyalty.”

squared my shoulders. “I’m

man. She’s your wife… but you don’t

can repair!“‘

“Moved on?” I echoed. “Don

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pressed on, voice low. “You’re being irresponsible. You oweallof us an explanation. You’re our

us behind,thenlet

public scandal?”

the line? You think I don’t know how this looks? She’s family–I married her; she’s been there for me when… when we needed each other

blood on

think I wanted

choose this?”

again. Even Amelia, the so–called architect of

statement, looked uneasy.

a fraction, but his tone stayed clipped. “Honesty, Ethan. You need to own what you’ve done–if it was a mistake, say so. But to just dig in? You’re going to lose everyone. We can’t just lose our

reputation,” I said quietly, voice firm

table, straightened my

in

said coldly. “But I’m still open t continuing the business partnership, as long as

separate from personal matters.”

The room turned ice–cold.

hissed, her wine glass

her fingers.

I said,” I replied, voice sharp and calm.

on a business

insane?” Madeline Windsor exploded, rising from

humiliate our family in