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

a restless evening. The police investigation

the black–clad man back

hers all along. Chat logs revealed nothing illegal:

statements but no direct orders

be difficult to

intent was obvious.

worry lingered, refusing to leave

was resting in his penthouse. My motivations were mixed–gratitude, unresolved

me.

I called Mike first.

neutral enough. “You can go up. I’ll

gripped the fruit basket–apples, grapes, a few peaches. He opened the door to the private

Something felt awkward. Yet the warmth from inside, the calm

I stepped in.

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

“You’re late.”

to give you space, You’ve been surrounded

might want some

and set it aside. “I was

again. His jaw tightened, but

took the basket, placing it carefully on the

hospitals are

rumors. People assume things.”

fruit, then looked

expression unreadable. “Rumors?”

My voice came out softer

were feeding your secretary grapes in the middle of the night, or

warm,

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