Chapter 14
Alexander’s breath nearly stopped as the scene from five years ago came crashing back into his mind. The windshield had shattered on impact, and Matthias had thrown himself over the passenger seat, shielding Vanessa with his body.
All of this had happened simply because Matthias had uncovered Lucille’s plan to steal the Hawke family fortune.
Alexander could still remember all the things Lucille had once said about love and loyalty. His fist slammed down on the desk, and blood dripped through his knuckles.
With a loud bang, the wine glass hit the bar counter hard, red liquid splashing out like drops of blood.
“What the hell has Alexander been so busy with lately?” Lucille snapped with her eyes fixed on Kevin, demanding answers.
Kevin smirked, his gaze ice-cold. “Shouldn’t you know best, Ms. Watson? After all, you’re his ‘ true love,’ aren’t you?”
Those last words were laced with sarcasm.
Lucille narrowed her eyes, her nails digging into her palm.
Alexander had been acting colder by the day. He wasn’t answering her calls, kept saying he was swamped with work. He had even canceled their Praburgh trip without notice. What unsettled her more was that even his close friends looked at her differently now, abandoning any pretense of politeness for open disdain.
“Kevin,” she said suddenly, her voice sickeningly sweet. “What do you think Alexander would do if he knew how you’ve been treating me behind his back?”
Kevin scoffed and stood up, adjusting his suit cuffs. “Ms. Watson, I suggest you know when to quit.”
He leaned down and whispered, “Do you really think nobody sees through your act?”
Lucille’s expression turned icy.
“Take care of yourself, Ms. Watson,” Kevin added bluntly. He had no interest in playing her games any longer.
When Lucille returned to the villa, it was pitch black just like always. She picked up flower
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stems from the coffee table, the snipping sounds of the pruning shears echoing eerily in the darkness.
The next second, the door was violently pushed open. Lucille looked up, her smile faltering halfway. Alexander stood in the doorway, his eyes churning with a violence she had never seen before.
“Alexander?” She set down the scissors, feigning composure. “What’s with the look? Did something happen at the company?”
“Five years ago at the suburban garage…” His voice was sharp, deliberate. “How much did you pay Hector?”
Lucille’s fingers clenched suddenly, nails digging into her palms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Alexander,” she called out gently, her voice soft with practiced affection. “Don’t you trust me?”
Alexander didn’t answer.
Lucille moved closer, her fingers lightly touching his shoulder. Her voice was carrying
seductive gentleness as she asked, “Are you really going to throw away all these years of our relationship for a dead man?”
“You killed Matthias and framed Vanessa…” His voice was hoarse, as if rising from the depths of hell. “And you have the nerve to talk about our relationship?”
Alexander grabbed her wrist with a force that could crush her bones. Lucille’s face went white with pain, but she couldn’t break free.
His intimidating gaze forced her back a step, but she quickly lifted her chin. “Where’s your proof?”
Alexander sneered, releasing her hand and pulling a recording device from his suit pocket. Hector, the man you hired, had a backup plan.”
He pressed play, and Lucille’s cold voice echoed clearly in the room.
“Make it look like an accident. Especially the guy in the passenger seat. He has to die.”
Lucille’s face went deathly pale. Two seconds later, she suddenly laughed. She calmly withdrew her hand and wiped the flower sap from her fingertips onto Alexander’s collar. “So you finally figured it out? Took you long enough.”
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“You admit it!” Alexander grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. “That was two lives! Matthias treated you like family, and you… How the hell could you?”
Lucille struggled to breathe but kept on grinning. “Because he was… getting in my way.”
She let out a breathless chuckle. “You liked me, and I liked money. So, what’s wrong with it?”
Then, her hand shot up and clawed at his wrist, nails digging deep into his flesh. “And don’t kid yourself. Vanessa? She never loved you. I bet you didn’t know…”
A cruel smile appeared on Lucille’s gorgeous, face. “Every time she looked at you, all she saw was Matthias.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m going to say it!” Lucille shrieked, “She was a lunatic! Matthias was already dead, but she kept pretending to guard you for five years! Ah!”
Alexander suddenly released his grip, watching her slide down the wall and cough. He barked, “Get out of the Hawke residence. If I see you again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
Lucille’s luggage was thrown all over the ground as she glared furiously at the now-closed door. Then, she called for a car.
The villa faded behind her, but her fists stayed clenched, her nails drawing blood.
“Alexander…” she hissed through gritted teeth, her face twisted with rage. She would make him regret treating her this way.
However, she hadn’t expected Alexander’s revenge to come so swiftly and brutally.
