The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: You’re just a lonely orphan.

On my way to Alexander’s mansion, I kept staring blankly out the dark street, through the cab’s window, letting the gentle night breeze blow away my emotions. There were a lot of things going on in my head, but none of them were making sense.

The more I thought about why Alexander would do such a thing, the harder it was to comprehend it. Was that why he forced me to marry him, so that he could rip my father off his properties? But why?

My father was never good to me, but I knew how hard he worked to keep the business running smoothly. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even eat or sleep just to meet up with work. And now some stranger thinks he could take everything away? Everything my father had ever worked for?

That was impossible. Even though I wasn’t sure I would help my family, I would rather have someone else claim my father’s assets than Alexander. That jerk wouldn’t get away with what he had done.

By the time I got home, my blood was already boiling. I marched straight to Alexander’s room, but when I got there, he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the bar either. Where could he have gone?

"Do you know where I can find Alexander?" I asked one of the cooks.

"Master is in his study."

I found my way to his study and pulled the door open. Inside, it was dark, the only light was coming from the dim lamp on the desk, and sitting there was Alexander. He was flipping through some paperworks and didn’t even look up when I came in. But I knew he already noticed my presence.

"I came to talk to you," I said after a long, awkward silence.

"About what?" He asked, picking up a pen.

"About my family."

Finally, he glanced up from the book and stared straight at me. He didn’t stop there, his soulless gaze creeped from my head down to my toes, then back to my face again, causing me to shift uncomfortably.

"The last time I checked, your family said they never had a daughter like you. I wonder what family you’re talking about," his tone was chiller than usual.

If he said that to hurt or belittle me, then he was wrong. That was something I have heard all my life, and it had no effect on me anymore.

"That is not why I am h..."

"Go straight to the reason why you are here. I have no time to spare," he interrupted me before I could finish, and it made more rage bubbled inside of me.

I clenched my fist to contain my anger, and sighed. "My father told me you claimed his assets and stole his properties."

His expression didn’t change, as he scribbled something on the papers in front of him.

"Your father told you that? I am surprised. Well, now that you know, whatever you’re here for won’t work. Leave."

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