-Alex''s POV-


    My gaze locked onto him, unwavering. It felt like an eternity, my vision boring into his. Years of pent-up questions swirled within me, a relentless storm demanding answers. Why? Why did he have to take her away? There was no justification, no exnation that could erase the gaping hole her absence had ripped in my life. He''d murdered her in a fit of rage, his temper a monstrous beast that had devoured the one person who loved me unconditionally.


    I stood there, the weight of that moment heavy on my shoulders. The urge to end his pathetic existence was a tangible presence, a tempting whisper in the back of my mind. Death, however, felt like a kindness he didn''t deserve. He needed to suffer, to drown in the guilt of his actions.


    With a final, steely nce, I turned on my heel and walked away. Silence followed in my wake, a deafening echo of the hollowness within me. He was dead to me in that moment, his existence erased from my consciousness.


    The world blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as I drove, my mind a chaotic mess. There was no destination in sight, only the desperate need to escape the suffocating weight of everything that had happened. The car rolled on autopilot, my senses numb, until I found myself staring at the imposing ss and steel edifying that housed Daniel Stone''spany.


    Stepping out of the car, a strange stillness hung in the air. Every head in the vicinity swiveled towards me, a silent symphony of surprised murmurs. The receptionist, a woman with a perfectly manicured smile, started to open her mouth, but a single icy re from me mmed it shut faster than a mmed door.


    Without a word, I pushed past her and stormed into Daniel''s office. He sat behind his expansive desk, his big frame filling the space with an air of arrogant entitlement. His eyes narrowed in surprise at my arrival, the initial shock morphing into a smug smirk that stretched across his face.


    "Well, well," he drawled, his voiceced with am pleasure of this unexpected visit?"


    ent. "To what do I owe the Lignored the barb in his tone, the mockery dripping from his every word. "This," I spat, my voice tight with barely contained fury, "this war between us. It needs to end,"


    He raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face widening further. "Is that so?" he chuckled, a humorless sound, "And what makes you say that now?"


    I took a step forward, my voice a low growl. "Whatever it takes," I pressed, my words clipped. "Tell me what it will take to end this bloodshed. Because I''m done with it."


    A harshugh erupted from his throat, a hollow sound devoid of any genuine humor. "Finally decided you''re weak, have you? Come crawling back to grovel?"


    My wolf snarled, a surge of primal rage threatening to break through the fragile control I held. But I forced myself to remain calm, to push down the urge to rip his throat out. "What will it take?" I repeated, my voice steady despite the irritation running through me.


    We locked eyes, a silent battle of wills unfolding. The tension in the room crackled, thick enough to cut with a knife. My mind wandered, a memory from my childhood surfacing. My father''s words echoed in the recesses of my thoughts, each one a shard of ice piercing the haze of anger.


    It was him. He had been the source of all my problems from the very beginning. If he had just allowed me a normal childhood, the unconditional love of my mother by my side, I wouldn''t be this way. Trust wouldn''t be a foreign concept, a constant battle fought within Chapter 111


    myself. Amaya wouldn''t be gone, my rtionship with Adrian wouldn''t be fractured beyond repair.


    I saw it all with a horrifying rity.


    I was the reason everything had fallen apart. And while the truth was a bitter pill to swallow, I couldn''t escape the fact that my father had been the puppeteer, his twisted teachings still holding a twisted grip on me but I wasn''t here to grovel. I was here to try to make things right. If only this infuriating, arrogant asshole wouldn''t turn everything into a power struggle.


    The hatred for Daniel Stone burned as fiercely as ever. He and my father were two sides of the same coin, a horrifying thought that made me clench my fists. But for now, I had to y his game.


    His voice snapped me out of my introspective spiral. "And what made you finally ept," he drawled, the mockery dripping from his every word, "that you were never going to win this?"


    His words were like a p in the face, irritation ring hot within me. He wasn''t even listening, wasn''t processing what I was saying. All he cared about was this pathetic power struggle, this need to be the one standing over a defeated enemy. Fine. If that''s the game he wanted to y, then I''d y it better than him.


    With a calcted exhale, I released the tension in my shoulders, the facade of barely contained fury reced by a studied nonchnce. ncing around his office, I spotted a ss cab tucked away in a corner, housing a collection of expensive-looking bottles. A slow, deliberate smile yed on my lips as I strolled towards it, the silence in the room thick with unspoken challerige.


    He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling from his chest, but I ignored himpletely. Reaching for the cab door, I swung it open, the clink of crystal against ss echoing in the tense atmosphere. My fingers brushed against a bottle of amber liquid, thebel boasting an aged vintage. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.


    Perfect.


    Picking up the bottle, I grabbed two crystal sses from the shelf, their weight surprisingly light in my hand. As I turned back towards him, I could practically feel the heat of his re burning into my back. But I held his gaze in a silent mirror, my movements slow and deliberate.


    cing the bottle and sses on his pristine desk with a soft thud, I watched his reaction. His jaw clenched, the vein in his temple throbbing. with fury. "What the hell do you think you''re doing?" he snarled, his voiceced with a dangerous edge.


    I feigned nonchnce again, raising my eyebrows in mock surprise. "Just getting us a drink," I replied, my voice dripping with a feigned casualness. Reaching down, I picked up one of the sses and began to pour the amber liquid, the smooth motion a stark contrast to the simmering tension in the room.


    "You know," I continued, my voice a low murmur as I filled the ss to the brim, "you and I have never actually shared a drink. Seems strange, considering I was married to your daughter after all."


    A beat of silence followed my words, heavy and thick. Then, with a flourish, I pushed the ss across the polished surface of the desk, stopping just before it reached him. "Go on," I said, my voice a challenge. "Have a drink."


    He let out another growl, this time louder, more guttural. His eyes zed with anger, his entire body a coiled spring ready to pounce. "You have three seconds," he hissed, "to drop that ss and get the hell out of my office." "Three seconds," he repeated, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine despite my best efforts to appear unaffected. He leaned forward, his broad frame looming over me, the air thick with the unspoken threat of violence."One."


    I took a nonchnt sip of the amber liquid, the smooth burn spreading across my tongue, "Seems a little short on time wouldn''t you say?"! countered, my voice light and breezy,Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    "Especially considering theplexity of the situation we find ourselves in.


    He mmed his fist on the desk, the sudden movement making me flinch inwardly. "Don''t y dumb with me, Alex. You waltz in here, uninvited, start spouting nonsense about ending the war, and now you''re trying to poison me?"


    I raised an eyebrow, setting my ss down with a gentle clink. "Poison you?" I scoffed, a hint of amusement creeping into my voice Cam@ dn, e Danjel, even you wouldn''t be that dramatic. It''s just a scotch, gotten from your shelf. How would I poison it when I haven''t been in your office? Unless I have..." I let the words trail off, giving him room to think about it. His re intensified, "Two..."


    In seconds I dropped the nonchnce and my eyes darkened. I push the ss towards him again, this time giving off my Alpha aura in waves, "Stop counting and drink up because you and I are going to have a long conversation. I leaned towards him, meeting his re head on, "Starting with the fact that my father killed your son."


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