Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 88

Felix pressed his fingers to his temples, a faint tremor running through his control. “This is dangerous, Chole. You’re not

thinking straight. Do you realize what you’re doing-

endangering not only yourself, but us?”

Chole’s attention snapped back to him, intense and singular. “I know exactly what I’m doing”

A hush fell across the room. Felix realized his attempts to reason with her were fracturing against something more dangerous than simple denial. This was obsession. Delusion. He watched, helpless, as a veneer of confidence cracked across her face.

Felix called the nurse back in. “She needs sedation. No more visitors for now!” His voice was steel.

The nurse moved toward Chole with a deal–calm injections, rest. Chole fought her off, screaming about love, rights, destiny -to which Felix stood by helplessly.

When the nurse left, Felix made eye contact with his sister one last time. He saw no trace of the sister he once knew–only a

raging storm of determination and denial.

His voice pained. “Chole… let me help you. But not like this.”

Chole sneered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about

Felix swallowed and nodded. “I do.””

He left the room before she woke again, closed the door softly.

In the hallway, Felix’s knees wavered for a moment, but he grounded himself with a slow breath. Then he walked to the waiting room.

Olivia’s POV

hectic day had turned into a restless evening. The police investigation had wrapped up

the black–clad man back to Chole’s

hers all along. Chat logs revealed nothing

but no direct orders or

difficult to prove she’d hired

intent was obvious.

refusing

evening, after a drained but pointed meeting with Ethan’s legal team, I decided to visit Alexander. He’d been discharged earlier and was resting in his penthouse. My motivations were mixed–gratitude, unresolved tension, and a silent need to finally be with someone

me.

I called Mike first.

in the bedroom, reading” Mike said, his voice neutral

basket–apples, grapes, a few peaches.

outside the door, heart pounding. Something felt awkward. Yet the warmth from inside, the calm

I stepped in.

his robe draped neatly, book in hand. Eyelids lowered. No surprise. He’d always been composed–even in the hospital, bandaged and

“You’re late.”

wanted to give you space, You’ve been surrounded by people

want

closed his book and set it

again. His jaw tightened, but he reached

took the basket, placing it carefully on

“I thought hospitals are weird places

rumors. People assume things.”

down at the fruit, then

expression unreadable. “Rumors?”

out softer than I intended. “I didn’t

feeding your secretary grapes in the

quiet chuckle. Not warm, but

I didn’t know I’d been holding. “I didn’t