The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Your mother... She’s dead.

"What do you want?" I fired, my voice louder than I intended.

His calm expression didn’t change, but I noticed the slight annoyance in his gaze.

"Get inside the car," he ordered. And without another word, he strode passed me.

My anger escalated to the brim. I rushed towards him and stopped right in front of him, causing him to halt on his track.

"Get inside the car? Why? What are you even doing here?" I spatted, furiously. "Or wait... don’t tell me you followed me here. What are you? A stalker? Are you stalking me now?"

Alexander just raised his brow, then walked away again.

Now, the anger I felt a while ago was suddenly replaced by embarrassment. My cheeks were in flames. I clenched my fist and went after him to his car.

I didn’t know why I chose to go with him. But somehow, I have a feeling there was something up with him. There was something he wasn’t saying, and I needed to know.

Getting inside the car, the engine roared to life. And shortly, we were on our way to the mansion.

As I silently watched the night traffic ahead of us, my mind replayed back to earlier. Thinking about it, I couldn’t hold my tears anymore and started crying. This was too much for me. I have no family who see me as one of them, now my only friend was gone too. I literally have no one or have anyone to turn to. What have I done to deserve all this?

Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, soaking my dress. Alexander must have thought I was being weird, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to take the awful feeling off my chest.

"Take." I looked to my side and found Alexander stretching a handkerchief towards me. "Don’t litter my car with your tears," he finished.

I glanced at the white handkerchief, then to him, before eventually taking it from him and sobbing into it.

"There is a bottle of water in the beverage holder. You can have it if you want," he offered with a straight face.

I stopped sobbing and gazed at him, confused. Why did he suddenly care?

"Why?" I whispered.

"Why what?"

"I mean why are you doing this? Did you find something interesting about me or my family?" I glared at him. "My father has nothing anymore, all thanks to you. So you don’t have to be nice."

Alexander chuckled mirthfully, as though he found what I was saying funny or amusing.

"I thought you must have heard," he said coolly.

"Heard about what?" I asked, confused. "You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you follow me?"

"I wouldn’t be that jobless to follow you around," he casually said.

"Then how did you know I was in the Cafe?"

He took a quick look at my ring and turned his attention ahead of us.

That was suspicious. Why did he look at my ring? Was something in there? I shook my head to push those thoughts away. My head was already filled, I didn’t want to add more confusion.

"You were saying something..." I began after a short silence.

"Let’s get home first," was all he said.

Home? I scoffed inwardly. How could he call that home? Did he even have any idea what a home was? His home wasn’t mine, and never would it be.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, and not after long, we arrived at the mansion.

I stood in his room, crossing my arms against my chest, defiantly. "What do you want to say?" I asked.

"Your mother..." He slowly turned around to face me. "She is dead."

The world around me seemed to freeze for a moment as the words echoed through my skull, ’She is dead’. It sounded absurd to my ear.

I took a step back and bursted out laughing. There was no way, absolutely no way that could be true. It was either Alexander was playing some dark prank on me, or just wanted to get more reaction from me after witnessing my breakdown in his car.

"You are lying, aren’t you?" I said, once I stopped laughing.

Alexander didn’t say anything. His expression was as calm as always and there was no humor in his eyes. He was telling the truth.

"No..." I took another step back. "You are lying. She is not dead... she can’t be dead..." My voice cracked, and I could feel the hot tears filling my eyes.

"Please... tell me you are joking..." I whispered.

But Alexander’s silence said it all.

My knees felt so weak that I couldn’t stand on my own. And before I knew it, I crumpled to the floor.

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