Alexander PON
I sat on the sand, my elbows resting on my knees as I stared out at the waves crashing against the shore. The sky was gray, a mirror of the turmod inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the sound of the ocean drown out the thoughts that hammered in my head. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped.
Christiana’s words rang in my mind, each one hitting harder than the last. “If you hadn’t pushed yourself into our lives, none of this would’ve happened!”
She was right. I could see it in her eyes as she shoved me out of her hotel room earlier. The hate. The anger. The disgust.
I let out a low curse, my hands balling into fists. I was trying, trying so damn hard. But it wasn’t enough. No matter what I did, it was never enough. Christiana hated me. She blamed me for everything…the fire, the kidnapping. And why wouldn’t
I dug my fingers into the sand, clenching it until it slipped through my hands. Bianca. She was behind it all. The fire that could’ve taken Christiana’s life, the kidnapping that almost broke her. I hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, but now Christiana had figured it all out. It was her…Bianca, the woman I thought I’d left behind. The woman I should have known would never let go.
1 cursed again. louder this time, not caring if anyone on the beach heard me. The anger burned in my chest, hot and endless. I didn’t deserve this. None of it. I had tried to move on to fix things with Christiana for the sake of our kids. But now, Christiana despised me more than ever, and I was stuck here, alone, with nothing but my guilt and the mess I had created.
1 stood up abruptly, pacing along the shoreline, my footsteps leaving deep imprints in the wet sand. The wind whipped at my face, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was Christiana’s face, the way her eyes had hardened when she looked at
“It’s your fault. All of it‘
“Goddamn it” I shouted, my voice lost in the roar of the waves.
I hadn’t known Bianca would do something like this. I hadn’t even thought about her since I walked away from that toxic relationship. But clearly, she hadn’t let go. And now, she had hurt the only people that mattered to me. All because of me.
1 stopped pacing and stared out at the water, the waves rolling endlessly. The ocean didn’t care about my problems, didn’t care that I was standing here falling apart while my life crumbled around me.
I thought back to the day Christiana and I first met. She had been so full of life, so full of love. But I had ruined that. I had ruined everything. And for what? To protect her? To give my kid a father?
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. Christiana didn’t need me. She had made that clear. And my kids.. they didn’t need me either, not if I was the reason they were in danger.
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the tension coil in my shoulders. I wanted to scream, to hit something, but what was
point? It was all falling apart, and I had no one to blame but myself.
the
But Bianca. God, she was going to pay for this. I’d make sure she paid for everything. For the fire. For the kidnapping. For the terror she’d caused Christiana. She thought she could get away with this, but she had no idea who she was dealing with. I wasn’t going to let her ruin anything else
‘Alex‘ I could still bear Christiana’s voice in my head, the cold edge in it, like I was a stranger to her now. She didn’t know it, but 1 had done everything to keep them safe. And yet, it was my past that came back to haunt us. My past that brought Bianca into our lives again.
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I gritted my teeth, staring down at my hands. I wasn’t going to le it end like this. I would fix it. I had to.
But Christiana… she couldn’t even stand to look at me anymore She saw me as the enemy, the cause of her pain.
I closed my eyes. Trying to push the image of her face out of my mind. I had lost her.
The wind was starting to chill as I stood there, still staring out at the ocean, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. I couldn’t get Christiana’s words out of my head. I tried, but they kept echoing, like a broken record on repeat. My fists clenched, and I could feel the anger bubbling beneath the stiffare again.
I wasn’t going to let this break me. I wasn’t going to let Bianca, anyone else, tear apart what little I had left. Not after everything I had fought for
Then my phone rang
I blinked, shaking myself out of the storm inside my head, and reached into my pocket. James‘ name flashed on the screen. I exhaled sharply and answered, trying to steady my voice, “James I said, my tone still raw from the anger I couldn’t shake.
“Sir, I thought you’d want to know Bianca’s got herself a new lawyer. One of the best in the country. The legal team is already making moves.”
I clenched my jaw, the muscles in my neck tightening. Of course she would. Bianca Monroe always knew how to play the game, how to manipulate her way out of every situation. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was sitting in her cell right now, smiling, thinking she’d beaten the system like she always did.
But this time? No. I wasn’t going to let her win,
“Let her bring whoever she wants,” I said, my voice hard and cold. “It won’t make a damn difference. She committed those crimes. There’s no escaping that.” I stared out at the waves again, letting my words hang in the air, feeling the truth of them. settle into my chest
James was quiet for a moment, like he was waiting for me to react to break or panic. But I wasn’t going to. Not for her. “Understood, sir, he finally replied, though there was an edge of uncertainty in his voice.
I could almost picture him pacing nervously in his office, biting his lip, waiting for me to lose my temper over this. But that wasn’t happening. Not today.
“Anything else?” I asked, my voice clipped, as I brushed the sand off my hands.
“No, sir. I just thought you should know,” James answered quickly. “I’ll keep you updated.”
“Good” 1 muttered before hanging up and shoving the phone back into my pocket.
I closed my eyes, breathing in the salty air, feeling the wind cut across iny face. Bianca might have the best lawyers money could buy, but I wasn’t worried. She wasn’t going to get out of this. Not after what she did. Not after the fire. Not after everything she put Christiana and my kids through.
I would make sure of it. I’d bury her if I had to.
My fists clenched again, and I could feel the rage boiling beneath the surface. Bianca had been a stain on my life for weeks, and now she had gone too far. She was the reason everything had spiraled out of control. The fire. The kidnapping. The pain in Christiana’s eyes every time she looked at me.
All because of her. All because of Bianca and her obsession.
I gritted my teeth, my jaw aching from the pressure. She had tried to destroy everything I cared about, and for what? To get back at me? To ruin my life because I left her? It didn’t matter now. She was behind bars, and I was going to make sure she stayed there
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I ran a hand through my hair, frustration tugging at me.
Christiana was right to hate me. I had failed to protect her from this nightmare. But that didn’t mean I was done fighting. Not by a long shot.
I turned away from the waves, my eyes narrowing as I thought about my next move. Bianca wasn’t going to win. I wouldn’t
let her.
And as for Christiana….
Lexhaled sharply. I didn’t know if I could fix that. I didn’t know if anything I did would ever be enough for her to forgive me. But I wasn’t going to give up. I wasn’t going to let Bianca be the reason I lost everything.
No matter how much Christiana hated me now, I couldn’t just walk away. Not when my kids were still at the center of all of this.
Bianca might have her lawyers. She might think she could wriggle her way out of this, but I would make sure that every lie. every piece of evidence, and every crime she committed was dragged into the light..
She wouldn’t escape this time. Not this time.
I let out a low breath, the anger still coiling in my chest, but beneath it was something else.determination.
I walked into the house, my mind still thinking about what happened today, As I shut the door behind me, the familiar creak echoed through the hallway. I wanted nothing more than a few minutes of peace, but that was the last thing I was going to
get.
“Alexander!” My mother’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
I sighed heavily, already knowing what this was about. Madam Margret Alistair, in all her high–and–mighty glory, was waiting for me in the living room. She stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Her eyes blazed with fury, and her perfectly coiffed silver hair seemed to shimmer under the soft lighting.
“Mother, not now,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose as I stepped into the room.
“Oh, we are talking about this now,” she snapped, her voice sharp “I cannot believe you’ve locked up Bianca! That poor
woman
“Poor woman?” I interrupted, incredulous. “You mean the same woman who set the fire? Who tried to kill Christiana and the kids? That poor woman?”
She lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing. “Bianca
but loyal, and you repay her by throwing her ever do such a thing. She loves you, Alexander. She’s been nothing
like a criminal?”
“Because she is a criminal!” I shot back, my voice rising as anger coursed through me. “She’s the reason Christiana almost died. She’s the reason our kids were put in danger. Do you not see what she’s done, or are you just blind because you’ve always liked her?”
My mother’s nostrils flared, her lips twitching as she held her ground. “Don’t you dare take that tone with me, Alexander. You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Bianca has been framed I spoke to her myself she’s devastated by all of this! She’s innocent, and you’re making a huge mistake.”
I shook my head, running a hand drough my hair in frustration “You really don’t get it, do you? Bianca isn’t some victim in all of this. She’s the one pulling the strings. She’s obsessed, Mother! She’s been obsessed with me for years, and now she’s trying to destroy everything I care about
“That’s ridiculous,” she said, her voice icy, her eyes flashing with disbelief. “Bianca would never…”
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“Yes, she would!” I shouted, stepping toward her, my hands clenched into fists. “You weren’t there, Mother! You didn’t see the flames, the chaos. Christiana was nearly killed because of her! The kids could have died! And you’re defending her like she’s
some saint.”
She flinched slightly, but quickly composed herself, her gaze hardening. “You’re being dramatic, Alexander. Bianca is not capable of what you’re accusing her of. You’re letting Christiana cloud your mind…”
“This has nothing to do with Christiana.” I said through gritted teeth. “This is about Bianca and the lies she’s spun. I’ve seen the evidence. It’s undeniable. She’s guilty, and she’s going to pay for what s
done.”
My mother’s face twisted in disdain, and she shook her head as if I were a child who couldn’t understand the world. “You’re throwing away a woman who truly loves you. Alexander. You’ll regret this. Mark my words?
1 let out a bitter laugh. “Love? Is that what you think this is? Bianca doesn’t love me…she loves control. She loves power. And she’s tried to manipulate you into thinking she’s innocent.”
“She’s not manipulative, my mother snapped, her voice rising. You’re the one who’s being manipulated by Christiana and whatever lies she’s feeding you. You’re so wrapped up in that woman, you can’t see the truth in front of you!”
“Enough“” I roared, the frustration boiling over. “You’re not listening! Bianca is a threat! And if you continue to defend her, you’re only enabling her to hurt more people.”
My mother’s eyes widened in shock, but I didn’t care. I was done arguing, Done trying to make her see the truth.
“She’s dangerous, Mother,” I said, my voice calmer now but laced with finality. “And no matter what you believe, I’m not letting her anywhere near me, or my family, ever again.”
I turned my back on her, walking toward the door, my mind spinning with anger and exhaustion. I had no more patience left to deal with her blind loyalty to Bianca.
As I reached the door, I heard her mutter behind me, “You’ll regret this, Alexander. One day, you’ll see that Bianca was right
I stopped for a moment, feeling the weight of her words settle like a stone in my chest. But I d
idn’t
around. I couldn’t. I was too tired to fight anymore.
Without another word, I walked out, letting the door slam shut behind me.
