ALEXANDER
I’d finally found a way to make Raina stay with me. She could call me every name under the sun, curse me to hell and back, but it didn’t matter. I was done being passive, done sitting on the sidelines while she slipped further away. Raina belonged with me—even if it was the last thing she wanted to admit. Even if it was the last thing she did.
The doctor had mentioned Liam’s discharge, and I’d planned everything carefully. I’d stayed away from the hospital when I knew she’d be there, keeping out of her sight while waiting for the right moment to make my move. That moment came early this morning, just hours before she was supposed to arrive.
And now, as expected, Raina stormed into the mansion, thankfully, without that boy toy of hers, clinging to her like a leech. I could almost feel the heat of her anger from across the room. Her voice cut through the silence as she yelled for me, her tone sharp enough to slice steel.
I stepped into the room, calm and composed, even as she hurled profanities in my direction. Her words didn’t faze me. If anything, they fueled my determination. I leaned casually against the doorframe and said, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”
Her eyes blazed with fury, but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I straightened, brushing off invisible lint from my sleeve, and added smoothly, “Would you like some coffee? I have a fresh pot brewing.”
Her face was a mix of disbelief and rage, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had the upper hand. But Raina wasn’t having it. She exploded, her voice echoing through the massive walls of the mansion, filled with an unrestrained fury that could have leveled the building itself. She screamed at me, her words searing through the air, but I barely registered them.
My attention drifted momentarily to the little girl in Dominic’s arms, her wide eyes peeking out as she clung to him. My daughter.
She was the spitting image of her mother, just like Liam was of me. Every delicate feature reminded me of Raina, from the curve of her lips to the stubborn set of her jaw, even at her young age. My heart twisted painfully as I whispered her name under my breath, almost inaudibly. Ava.
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