Chapter 133
ALEJANDRO POV
The old fuck decided to leave with all the air that was in the room.
Silence stretched like elastic, his words playing on a broken reel inside my brain, clanking against my skull like church bells. Or perhaps, a chance.
I chanced a look at Rayana to find her rigid and unmoving in her stance, her spine straightened and her chest rising and falling with calculated breaths.
But I saw it, the slight tremor in her fingers as she clutched onto the Manila envelope for dear life. The pull between us, that rope that held our hearts together once again twisted, coiled, and hardened. And the ice around her began to thaw.
Heck, Vladimir’s words charred me so good that there was no stubbornness left in me. I just needed my wife, and the old man was right: no empire was important than the one inside this home.
With that, I walked from where I stood in small steady strides, then rounded the couch before dropping beside her. She didn’t flinch, and my heart skipped a fuc
