All Chapters of Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alexander's POVThe place was quiet, just the way I wanted. A small, private area tucked away from prying eyes.Across from me sat Darla. Mid-forties, sharp eyes, the kind of woman who always seemed to know more than she said. She has been like an elder sister to me ever since I was little, but she's a friend. One of the few friends my dad never knew I had. She leaned forward. “So,” she said, her voice calm but direct, “what’s your next move now? Are you going to keep playing your father’s games and hide under his shadow, or, are you finally going to do something else entirely?”I didn’t even need to think about it. “I’d rather forfeit every bit of wealth I have with him and be free than keep being his puppet.”Darla’s lips curved into a knowing smile. Then she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I knew this day would come. Sooner or later, Alexander Calloway would step out of his father’s shadow.”I smirked faintly. “I’m glad I took your advice seven years ago. The secret investment,

Alexander's POV“Soon,” I said. “Maybe tonight, or tomorrow, it depends, but I'll make my first move before I travel in two days.”She nodded quietly, humming. "Good. After you grab the first thread, the whole cloth is undone. Don't believe anyone, and don't let your emotions get the better of you.""I will," I replied resolutely.I moved my head a little to the side, watching Darla as she sipped from her glass. She appeared unmoved, as if whatever we were discussing could not touch her.But I knew better. She loved the precipice, loved watching things go apart and building them anew in her interest."Have you heard from Serena recently?" she asked, her eyes crinkling ever so slightly as though she was looking for an answer in my face.I breathed it out. "A while back," I admitted. And then I leaned in close, curious. "What about you? Heard from her?"Darla shook her head in an instant. "No. I haven't heard from or seen Serena for years now."That surprised me a bit. "Why?" I asked. "

Alexander's POV"I don't understand, Alexander, is something wrong with you?" she asked, eyes narrowing.“Nothing is wrong with me,” I said. “I don't think it has become a crime to want to take you out.”Her eyebrows sprang. "Really? First you inform me you cannot wait to live with me, and then you show up here asking me if I would like to go out with you. Do you even hear yourself, Alexander?"She stabbed me hard with her words, but rather than anger, I felt a good feeling welling up in me. She hadn't expected me to ask her out, and that gave me a euphoric feeling.I forced a weak smile. "You're my fiancée. Think I can ignore you? It's only a matter of time before your father doubles the punishment I'm getting if he finds out I'm ignoring his daughter."She folded her arms, tilting her head. Her eyes tightened as if she was attempting to analyze my true purpose.The moment hung in the air for a couple of seconds. She sighed and shook her head."Okay. I'll go out with you."I blinked

Pristine's POVI stormed out of the restaurant, my chest burning with anger.Alexander’s words kept ringing in my ears,“I’m breaking up with you. I will no longer marry you.” The audacity! The sheer arrogance! He dared to strip me of the upper hand. How dare he? I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I wasn’t angry because I loved him. No, that was laughable. My anger boiled because I was supposed to be the one to end the relationship.I was supposed to dump him, not the other way around. No man, no man in this life, had ever broken up with me.I kicked the ground and muttered, “That bastard.”I lifted my chin, scanning the street. I saw a small group of rough-looking guys leaning against a wall nearby, cigarettes dangling from their mouths. They were thugs. The kind that lived on cheap money and violence.For a second, I imagined snapping my fingers, calling them over, slipping some cash into their hands, and sending them to deal with Alexander. I could already pi

Pristine's POVThe driver stopped in front of my father’s massive compound. I stepped out, the night air sharp against my face. I didn’t even wait for the driver to circle away. My heels clicked fast on the marble floor as I entered.The house was quiet except for the clink of glass. My father sat in the living room, a half-filled wine glass in his hand. His face was serious, almost tired, but his eyes lit up when he saw me.“Pristine,” he said, lowering the glass. “Please don’t tell me you and Alexander had an issue, and now you don’t want to stay with him tonight. Because I cannot remember the last time you came here this late.”I crossed my arms and stared at him. “You wouldn’t believe what Alexander did to me.”He raised the glass and took a slow sip. “What did he do?”“He broke up with me.”The wine nearly spilled from his hand. His eyes widened. “Come again?”I said it again, steady this time. “He broke up with me.”He leaned back in his chair and chuckled, but it was bitter.