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He didn’t say a word. Grayson’s blood-slicked hand reached for the desk to steady himself, but his eyes were focused entirely on Alex. And then he said it. “Alex… end this.” There was silence. “You want your place back? You want forgiveness?” Grayson rasped, his voice shaking with fury and desperation. “Then be the son I raised you to be. Finish him. Kill him. Right now.” I stared at Alex. So did Grayson. The whole room held its breath.

"No, please. My mate is going to kill you!" Gray snickered. "If he loves you so much, he would have marked you already, so pathetic. Remember this, Alexis, no one will love you more than me!" "YOU DO NOT LOVE ME, YOU CRAZY BASTARD!" Alexis charted with a clamor from his throat, not liking the way Gray's breath brushed his skin, it made him feel repulsed with himself that he felt like dying.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

she pleaded. “She fucking tried to harm you.” “But I’m fine, aren’t I? If you keep pressing, you’re going to kill her. Let her go.” She forced his hand off the woman’s throat, watching as she slid to the floor, coughing her chest and coughing loudly. “The next time you try something like that again, it will be the last thing you’ll try in your entire miserable life.” The woman beneath them, had her hands beating her chest lightly as she glared at them both, her eyes brewing in hatred and resentment. “Trust me, you’re not going to get away with this. You tried to kill the heir of the Gray family.”

"So that is your problem. You want your son to be the next Alpha. As for the gold-digging part, I am at least good at it, but that cannot be said for you." Her eyes widened. "What did you just say?" "I said that you are just jealous because you tried to dig gold but only got stone; I mean, your goldmine cannot stand you or your son while mine won't let me go no matter what I do." "You have grown wings." She screamed and tried to slap me, but I held her hand. "You won't dare do that; the Alex that let you do that to get is dead. You killed her by that stupid fire you set, hoping to kill me, but this new Alex is here to stay.

It would be better if he just lash out than just glaring dangerous at the poor TV. “Alex,” he said carefully, “let’s go eat. Clear your head.” Alex ignored him, grabbing the phone instead. His voice was icy as he barked into the receiver, “Cut all business ties with the Gray. Effective immediately.” ‘You stupid girl. You spent a few days with me. Why didn't you ask me for help? Why did you have to go that way?’ Alex thought as he thought back to the video he just watched. In just a few minutes' time, he seemed to have changed into a totally different person. He was fuming with anger

he muttered, "My degree?" I asked now confused, "I always wondered why you never went to college. I am guessing he is the reason?" he asked, though he seemed like he already had his answer, "Yes, he is," I confirmed, "I don't need to ask who his father is, he is a replica of his father, now I understand his behavior that day," Grayson said with a small smile, he bent to Alex's level bringing his hand out for a handshake, "I am Grayson, your mum's friend" he introduced,

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

I took a shaky breath, my own tears falling freely now. "I understand you, Jane. You're a mother, and he's the only child you have left. But you have to understand something too—you don't have any sons left. That’s the truth. Because the real children you had, the ones who loved you and would never have hurt you, are all dead. And Alex?" I shook my head sadly. "Alex is not something anyone should ever pray to have as a child. He is not your son. So now, everything is all in your hands. What you do next will determine whether your other sons died in vain or whether they finally get the justice they deserved."

The article meticulously detailed the unresolved aspects of the tragic accident, drawing unsettling connections to political figures involved in his parents’ lives, including Grayson and Hale, both of whom had intertwined with his family’s story long before Alex entered the political arena. As Alex read the article, a wave of emotions flooded over him—anger, sadness, and frustration. It painted a vivid picture of the chaos surrounding his parents’ lives and their untimely deaths, emphasizing the unanswered questions that had plagued him for so long. The journalist suggested that their tragic accident might not have been an accident at all, hinting at potential foul play and raising doubts ab