Chapter 21
Alexander felt a surge of hope as he climbed the stairs.
It was his first time stepping inside Emily’s home in Pinevale. It wasn’t grand, but it radiated warmth every corner thoughtfully arranged, every detail exuding comfort. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to imagine a quieter life here. No luxury, no pretense–just the two of them.
His assistant had once claimed he’d never last in a modest life like this. Maybe he was right. But Alexander was ready to prove him wrong.
If Emily was by his side, nothing else mattered. As he followed her into the room, tense expression softened, and the darkness in his eyes began to fade.
Emily said suddenly, her voice eerily calm. “I want my brother to be here with me.” She gestured toward a ceramic or sitting on the table.
“Alexander,”
His chest tightened. His face drained of color.
She pointed next to a small box. “I want my child to be bom safe.”
His knuckles turned white.
Emily shrugged off her coat. The scars on her back were raw and jarring, a map of every past wound. “I want my back to be free of these scars, like it was before.”
Alexander’s breath caught. His fists trembled, jaw clenched tight.
I want my knees to stop aching when it rains…”
“Srop. “he choked out. “Please… just stop.” His voice cracked. His eyes were bloodshot, the weight of guilt crashing down on him.
“Alexander, this is the end. What’s broken can’t be fixed. I stopped loving you a long time ago.”
“No matter what you say or do, I will never love you again. I just want you to disappear from my life–for good”
His voice rose, desperate. “You still love me. The violin I gave you–you kept it all this time!”
Without a word, Emily lifted the violin and slammed it against the floor.
The crash was deatening, Strings snapped. Wood splintered.
“I only kept it out of habit,” she said flatly, staring at the shattered instrument: “But its sound’s off now. It’s time I let it go.”
Her words hit him harder than any blow. Alexander stumbled out of her home like a man in a trance,
He ran through the empty streets, the wind cutting into him like knives, as if the cold alone could rip open his chest and numb the ache inside.
He never noticed the car behind him–until it was too late.
There was a sickening thed as it slammed into him, sending him flying. He hit the ground hard, blood spilling from his mouth. The car stopped, reversed, and crushed his legs beneath its tires.
“No, Mr. Harrington!” his assistant screamed, running toward him.
The driver braked just in time to avoid a third hit. The assistant rushed him to the ER and immediately ordered men to hunt down whoever was behind
the wheel
Alexander’s condition was critical. The doctors didn’t know if he’d make it. In the haze of pain and sedation, he kept murmuring one name–Emily. His assistant pleaded with her, begging her to visit. “Just five minutes. A word. A reason for him to wake up. For the ten years you were together- please.”
Bu Emily refused.
She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t offer hope she couldn’t stand behind. If he lived, that was his own fight. She wouldn’t be part of it anymore.
Call her cold. Call her cruel. She didn’t care. She was done with Alexander Harrington.
Against all odds, Alexander clung to life. Once stable enough to move, his assistant had him transformed back to Cresthaven.
That’s when the truth came out
hit wasn’t random–It had been ordered by none other than his own grandfather, William Harrington.
Alexander had always been untouchable–powerful, sharp, dangerous. His one weakness was Emily.
As Alexander grow more independent and harder to control, William grew desperate. He’d sent Sophia Into Alexander’s life on Chapter 21
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purpose. Every word she
spoke, every glance she gave, had been rehearsed. Her sweetness, her fire, her charm–they were all carefully manufactured to mimic the girl Alexander had once loved.
With Alexander’s attention consumed by Emily in Pinevale, William seized his opportunity to strike.
When the truth surfaced, Alexander didn’t hold back
His retaliation was swift and ruthless. Everyone involved paid the price.
William was shipped off to a remote labor camp, stripped of his name, his influence everything that had once made him untouchable. There, under the weight of hard labor and disgrace, he lasted only three days.
On the fourth, he ended his own life.
