All Chapters of Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Pristine's POV "That's a brave question, Alexender.""It's a question that needs asking," he snapped, facing me now. "I've noticed the way he stares at you. The way he pays attention to you more than he pays attention to me.""And so? That means I'm sleeping with him just automatically?" I raised a brow, amused."I don't know what it means," he said. "But I know how manipulative you are. And how desperate he is for control, including me."I tilted my head. "And if I was? What are you going to do, Alexender? Go tell the press? Your mother?"His face went hard and he turned away again. I saw it in his eyes, anger, betrayal, but most of all… helplessness."I'm not sleeping with your father," I finally said, my voice soft. "But I don't need to sleep with him to get what I want."He did not respond. He just sat, fists clenched on the steering wheel, gasping harder.I edged closer, voice hardly more than a whisper now."And that, Alexander, is what you should be really afraid of."I then t

Serena's POVHe looked tired, like he hadn’t slept properly, but his eyes were fixed on me like he had something serious to say.“Hi,” he said.I blinked. “What are you doing here?”“I need to talk to you,” he said, voice calm but serious.I did not answer back. I could feel Sophia behind me, watching the whole scene."I was going out," I said eventually."It will not be long," he went on.I sighed and stepped aside to let him in. He walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the room as if it held secrets.I shut the door quietly and turned back to face him, already readying myself. I had no clue why he was there, but I was positive that he probably wanted to beg."Hello, Sophia," he said, turning to Sophia."Hello," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Just so we're clear, just because Damien brought you the other day doesn't mean you can show up again uninvited."He nodded faintly, his voice low. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come without calling first. Serena blocked me, and I could hav

Serena's POV"You know what?" I said, sighing, "I have to be on my way to see the therapist now, before you use your never ending gists to prevent me from going anywhere."She raised her hands in mock surrender. "I set you free from your prison. Go and experience freedom."I chuckled and shook my head, going into the room to get ready.I got ready, wearing my dress, putting up my hair into a low bun, and my legs into flat sandals. I did not want to look too serious, but not unserious either.When I entered, Sophia was already in the living room, curled up on the couch clutching the TV remote. She glared at me and spoke, "Don't stay too long, I'll be using your car later to meet Damien."I picked up my handbag and saluted her in a mock-serious manner."Yes ma'am, I've heard. I won't stay."She waved me off with a smile as I left the suite and pressed the elevator button.The trip down in the elevator was unspoken. I stepped out into the hotel lobby, nodding minimally at the staff as I

Alexander's POVI drove in silence, my hands tight on the steering wheel. The road was clear ahead, but my mind was stuck on what Serena had confirmed. My father, he tried to sleep with her.I always knew Vincent was ruthless, manipulative and cruel. But I never imagined he’d sink that low to prey on the one person I ever truly loved.Everything suddenly made sense. The way he spoke about Serena with so much hate. His obsession with control. His attempts to ruin her life. It was never just about power. My phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Pristine.I didn’t want to answer her call, she was the last person I wanted to talk to right now but ignoring her would only feed her paranoia. So I picked up.“Are you still at Serena’s place?” she asked without formalities.“No,” I said shortly. “I left and I’m heading home.”She paused. “How was your meeting with her?”“It was fine,” I replied. “I confirmed what you told me. It’s very true.”“Good. I'm glad you're finally convinced I wasn't

Alexander's POVAs I stepped into the living room, I wasn’t surprised to see my dad up to no good.What caught my attention, though, was the young woman sitting on the armrest of the sofa, giggling as Vincent kissed her neck. They both had wine glasses in their hands, looking like a scene straight out of a sleazy romantic drama.Same old Vincent. Always preying on the young and vulnerable.He jerked slightly when he saw me. He cleared his throat and straightened up, his expression shifting from lust to mock surprise. “Well, well, Alexander. I wasn’t expecting you.”I gave a dry chuckle. “I would say the same thing. But I’m actually more surprised to see her.” I looked directly at the woman, pretending to search my memory. “What was your name again?”She adjusted her dress modestly, though there wasn’t much to adjust, and gave a shy smile. “Benita.”“Benita, right. From the accounting department, if I recall correctly. Are you doing alright?”“Yes, sir. I’m fine," she replied, quite bo