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Chapter 5: War Between Men

Author: Mercy Babe
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 12:35:28

It should have been a secret.

I should have kept that night in Alexander’s penthouse locked behind my ribs where no one could touch it.

But secrets have a way of bleeding into the air.

It started with the look my father gave me at breakfast — sharp, assessing, as if my face had written its own confession.

Then the call came. I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but I saw the way his jaw set, the way his fingers whitened around the phone.

By evening, I knew.

The car ride to his private office was silent except for the hum of the engine. I followed him inside, the door shutting with a heavy finality that made my stomach tighten.

“Is it true?” he asked, turning on me so fast I almost stepped back.

“Is what, true?” My voice cracked on the word.

“Don’t lie to me or play dumb. Are you seeing Alexander Draven?”

The silence between us was thick enough to choke on.

“I—”

The door opened before I could answer.

Alexander walked in like he owned the air in the room, hands in his pockets, bl
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