All Chapters of Straight Until Him: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alessandro’s POV“I did not think you would come here this soon.” I heard Micah’s voice from where I was seated on the porch.Micah’s voice carries a mix of hesitation and amusement as the car rolls into my father’s mansion driveway.He had texted me that they were coming to the mansion so I left my penthouse and came here too. I just do not want to be left out of whatever is about to happen.“You say that like it is haunted,” I tease, stepping out from the porch before Sandra could open the car door and step out.“Depends on who is inside,” he fires back.With that tone of his, one would think maybe he and my father do not get along but that is not true. He has even hijacked my mother from me. My father would had been pleased to see him but he is not home at the moment.“Both of you are insufferable,” Sandra says, shaking her head but smiling faintly.“That is called charm,” I reply.We walk through the marble entrance, and the familiar scent of jasmine and espresso hits me. Home. Bu

Micah’s POVThe smell of pancakes hits first. The kind that feels like comfort and home mixed in one.Sandra is mid rant about how Alessandro’s mother fed her “like she has been starving since the last century,” and Alessandro is pretending not to laugh.“Do not look at me like that, Alessandro,” Sandra says, stabbing her pancake. “I saw you sneaking an extra plate last night.”He smirks. “That is what is called appreciating good food, not gluttony.”“Same thing,” she says flatly.Before I can throw my two cents in, the front door opens.Mr. Romano’s voice booms, warm and commanding. “Smells like heaven in here.”Mrs. Romano beams. “You are just in time, Giovanni.”Sandra instantly stands, chair scraping against the floor. “Good morning, Mr. Romano.”He raises a hand. “Sit, Sandra. You make me nervous when you do that.”She blinks. “Oh… sorry.”He takes off his coat and joins us at the table. “You look better than the last time I saw you.”Sandra nods shyly. “Thank you, sir.”Mrs. Rom

Sandra POV“Good morning, Ms. Sandra. Please come this way,” Eva, once my father’s secretary now Micah’s secretary said, motioning me toward the elevator.“Uh… okay,” I said, voice trembling slightly. “Boardroom?”“Yes. Mr. Micah requested you be present,” she said, raising an eyebrow.I swallowed hard. Present… in a boardroom? Full of powerful people? Why? I assumed he just intended to meet me… not display me in the presence of the whole board.The lift doors parted, and I walked into the extended hallway. Each pace seemed heavier than the previous. My hands clutched the loop of my bag until it almost sliced into my palm.“Ms. Sandra” the secretary said at the boardroom door. “He is expecting you.”I nodded. “Thank you.”Shoving the door ajar, I stiffened as all looks shifted toward me. The room was filled of men and women in tailored outfits, and the unease was sudden.“Ah… Sandra,” Mr. Kellan, the man who challenged the CEO seat with Micah, said, leaning back in his chair. His tone

Mrs. Duvall’s POV They say silence tells you everything. I sit here in it, and all I hear is noise. The ticking clock, the whisper of the wind through the curtains, my own thoughts… loud, sharp, cruel.I ask myself, how did it get this bad? Just how did it get this terrible?I used to have a home filled with laughter. Sandra’s voice was like music. She would come home from school and tell me every silly thing that happened. Micah would just roll his eyes and say she talks too much. Typical Micah.And I would smile. Because that was peace. That was family.Now? The house feels empty, even when I am in it. Not feels, it is actually empty if I exclude the butler and the maids.Do I miss her? Every day.Do I blame her? Never.Everyone blames Sandra. But I can’t. I just can’t. I do not care what they say; about Marcus, about manipulation, about betrayal. They do not know my daughter.They say she schemed. They say she lied. They say she destroyed the family name.But I saw the little girl

Micah’s POVI woke up to the faint scent of Alessandro’s cologne clinging to my pillow, his arms wrapped lazily around me. His breath tickled my neck.“You awake?” he murmured, voice still hoarse with sleep.“I should be getting ready for work,” I said, even though I did not move.“You should,” he replied, pulling me closer anyway. “But you will not.”I sighed. “You are annoyingly right.”He chuckled softly. “I always am.”“Do not flatter yourself.” I pushed him off and sat up. “Unlike you, I have an empire to run.”He leaned back against the headboard. “And I have… life.”“That is not a job, Ale.”“It is a full-time one when I am with you.”I rolled my eyes and stood. “You are impossible.”He called out as I buttoned my shirt, “You love it.”“I tolerate it,” I shot back, adjusting my tie.“You will miss me.”“I will call you if the world collapses.”“It probably will if I do not hear from you.”“Bye, Ale.”By the time I got to Duvall Enterprises, Sandra was already in my office.“You