The Reckoning

ALEX POINT OF VIEW

I was going through business reports when my phone went crazy “

Twenty-three missed calls in four minutes. Dozens of texts piling in faster than I could read.

Then Marcus,my assistant who had never broken rules in three years “rushed into my office without knocking.

"Sir, we have a problem. A big one."

Before I could ask what kind of problem required breaking protocol, my phone rang. Victoria.

"Alexander." Her voice was ice. "We need to talk. Now."

"I'm in a meeting"

"Cancel it. I'm in the lobby."

The line went dead. Marcus stood frozen by the door, his face pale.

"What exactly is going on?" I asked him.

"Sir... maybe you should see for yourself." He handed me his tablet.

The headline hit me like a physical blow:

“”STONE HEIR'S SECRET BABY SCANDAL””

And there, beneath the screaming text, was a photograph I'd never seen before. Me, leaving the Grandview Hotel elevator that morning six weeks ago, looking exactly like a man who'd spent the night somewhere he shouldn't have been.

The second photo stopped my heart.

Maya. Stepping into that same elevator the night before, wearing the black dress that made her glow. She looked beautiful, unsure, and completely unaware someone was taking photos that would ruin us both.

My hands shook as I read;

Stone heir Alexander spotted leaving mystery suite after overnight stay. Same evening, unidentified woman enters hotel. Sources confirm woman is Maya Collins, 22, Westfield University student. Collins recently seen visiting Hartford General's maternity ward...

Pregnant. The word rang through my skull like a bell.

Maya was pregnant.

With my child.

The door slammed open again. Victoria walked in, dressed to kill, her face set like steel.

"Get out," she told Marcus. He disappeared so fast he might have teleported.

Victoria closed the door and turned to face me. "How long have you known?"

"Known what?"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Alexander. How long have you known she was pregnant?"

"I didn't know." The words felt strange in my mouth.

"You didn't know." Victoria's laugh was razor-sharp. "You sleep with some little scholarship student, get her pregnant, and you didn't know?"

"I used protection—"

Clearly not well enough.” She stared out the window, where news vans were already pulling up. “This is a disaster, Alexander. Six months before our wedding. Six months before the merger.”

The merger. Always the merger. Never us, never what we wanted, just the business arrangement our families had crafted just for their selfish reasons

"Victoria, listen"

"No, you listen." She spun around, eyes blazing. "I've invested four years of my life in this relationship. Four years of charity galas and dinner parties and pretending to be in love with you for the cameras. I will not let some desperate girl destroy everything I've worked for."

Desperate” I said the girl I saw that night was not desperate ,She was strong. She’d never asked me for anything.

"What do you want me to do?"

“Deny it. Say you’ve never met her. She’s obviously after money. Your father is already preparing a statement.”

My father. Of course he was. Richard Stone had built an empire by controlling every narrative, managing every crisis. In his world, problems were solved with money, lawyers, and perfectly crafted lies.

"What if I don't want to lie?"

The question hung in the air between us like a loaded gun.

Victoria froze. “What?”

“What if I don’t want to lie about Maya?”

"Then you'll lose everything." Her voice was deadly quiet. "Your inheritance. Your position in the company. Your future. Everything your family built will go to your cousin David, and you'll have nothing but some pregnant student who trapped you with a baby."

Trapped. Another word that didn't fit. Maya hadn't trapped me I'd followed her willingly into that hotel room, desperate for something real in a life full of beautiful lies.

"And if I do lie?"

"Then we handle this like adults. We get married as planned. The merger goes through. The girl gets paid enough to disappear quietly, and everyone wins."

Paid to disappear. Like Maya was a problem to be solved instead of a woman carrying my child.

My phone rang. My father.

"Answer it," Victoria commanded.

I did, putting it on speaker.

"Alexander." His voice could freeze lava. "I assume you've seen the news."

"Yes, father”

"Good. I've scheduled a press conference for this afternoon. You'll deny everything. Marcus is already drafting talking points"

"Dad, what if"

I’ve dealt with women like this my whole life. She saw an opportunity. She took it.” His tone hardened. “You will deny everything. You’ll marry Victoria. Or you’ll lose your place in this family.”

The threat was clear. David, my cousin, had been waiting for this chance.

“I need time.”

Gold-digger. Bastard. The words hit like slaps.

"She's not a gold-digger."

Silence. Then Son, I've been dealing with women like this since before you were born. They see an opportunity and they take it. She's probably been planning this from the moment she saw you at that party."

"You don't know her—"

"I know enough." His voice turned to steel. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to stand next to Victoria at that press conference and deny everything. You're going to suggest this girl needs professional help. And then you're going to marry Victoria in six months as planned."

"And if I refuse?"

Then you’ll know what it feels like to be a Stone with no money, no business, and no future. David would gladly take your place as the next heir.”

The warning was obvious. My cousin David hungry, hard, and exactly the kind of son my father wished I was. He had been waiting for years, like a vulture, for me to make a mistake.

"I need time to think."

"You have two hours. The press conference is at four." The line went dead.

Victoria looked at me with sharp, judging eyes. “He’s right, you know. This is only a phase. Rich men make mistakes. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

But it did mean something. That night with Maya was the first time in my life I had truly felt close to someone. She saw the real me, past all the walls I built, and still cared.

“What if the baby is mine?” I asked.

“Then lawyers will handle it

Never see her again. The thought made my chest ache in a way I didn't understand.

"I need to see her. Talk to her."

Victoria's expression turned dangerous. "Absolutely not. Any contact you have with her now will be seen as confirmation of the story. You stay away from her and focus on us

My computer chimed with a news alert. Another headline, this one worse:

STONE HEIR'S BABY MAMA: GOLD DIGGER OR VICTIM?**

The article was harsh. It made Maya look like either a greedy girl using me for gain or a foolish student who didn’t know what she was doing. Neither sounded like the Maya I knew ,the girl I had held while she cried about her sick mother.

“Alexander.” Victoria’s voice snapped me back. “Look at me.”

I looked. Her face was flawless and beautiful, but there was nothing warm in it.

“This is real life,” she said. “Not dreams about deep feelings with the wrong kind of woman. Real life means making smart choices that keep your future safe.”

Smart choices. Like marrying a woman I'd never love for money I didn't need.

"The press conference is in ninety minutes," Victoria continued. "Your hair appointment is in twenty. Try to look devastated that some stranger is trying to destroy your reputation."

She left without another word”

Alone in my office, I stared at Maya's photograph on the screen. Even in the grainy hotel security footage, she looked beautiful.

Somewhere in the city, she was dealing with reporters and cameras and headlines calling her a gold-digger. Alone, probably, because that's how she handled everything.

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:

Your girlfriend is being torn apart out there. Maybe you should find some courage and stand up for her. A friend

A friend. Someone was watching, keeping an eye on things, maybe even helping Maya. I should have felt worried, but instead I felt a little relief. At least she wasn’t completely alone.

But she was still alone in many ways. And in ninety minutes, I was about to make sure she stayed that way.

Unless...

I looked at my father’s number. Then at Victoria’s text. Then at Maya’s picture ,she looked lost and scared in a world ready to destroy her.

Maybe it was time to be brave, to be the man she believed I could be.

My finger hovered over my father’s number.

Eighty-seven minutes left to choose between the life my family wanted for me and the one thing I truly needed.

The clock on my wall ticked like a heartbeat, counting down to the moment that would define the rest of my life.