Chapter 17: Pain Of Perfection

Alexander

Fuck me.

I storm into my office and breathing comes in shallow bursts, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. All I see is the face of my mother—my real, biological mother. Every curve of her features is etched to my memory. Everytime her face scrunched in displeasure when I’d do something bad.

My mother loved me, however she deemed herself so pure she made certain I followed in the same footsteps. If I lied, I’d be punished. If I stole a candy, I’d be punished. So I learnt from a young age to be spotless.

I was. At least I thought I was.

And then all of that went downhill after her death and after my father went and married a vile woman as a second wife.

Even with the guilt of what went down years ago, I still tried to hold onto those morals my mother choked me with. It was because of my need to be upright that I walked every path my father and his new wife pointed me.

To be a good son.

It was because of that need that I nodded my head in agreement when Chanel was intr