The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: I hate you so much.

Alexander smoothly pushed the strand of hair on his forehead backward with his fingers, before looking back at me with no emotions on his face.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"That is for everything... Everything you have done to my family..." I spatted, my voice trembling in rage. "This is all your fault!"

He raised a confused brow.

"What are you talking about?"

"My mother!" I almost screamed. "She is dead because of you. You destroyed my family. You took everything from us, and now... she is gone. Are you happy? Do you feel satisfied now?!"

He leaned back against the chair and made eye contact with the older man he was talking with before I came. Then, the man excused himself and left us alone.

Alexander’s expression didn’t change the whole time. It was as if none of my words mattered to him.

"I had nothing to do with your mother’s death," he said, after a moment of silence.

A bitter laugh crackled out of my throat. "Of course you didn’t. Just like how you had nothing to do with ruining my father. You pushed him to the edge, and now my mother is dead because of it. You can tell me to my face that it’s not your fault."

"It’s not," he breathed. "Your mother was poisoned. If you want to blame someone for her death, blame the people in your own family. Not me."

I shook my head, not wanting to believe him. How could I believe him when all he had ever wanted was to make us miserable?

"You are lying. You are trying to twist this around like you always do."

"I have no reason to lie. Not that I am afraid of you or anyone for me to lie," he said and I could hear the hint of mockery in his tone. It only made me despise him more.

I took a step closer. Now I was standing a breath away from him. "I hate you."

His gaze flickered.

"I hate you so much it hurts..." My voice broke, tears filling my eyes again. "I hate you so much that I can’t even breathe. I wish we never met. I wish you were dead."

For the first time since I knew him, something shifted in his expression. It was some kind of mixed emotions which I couldn’t tell what it was. His jaw tightened and his gaze darkened, but he never said a word.

The silence between us was thick and heavy, impossible for me to bear. So, I turned around and stormed back towards the house, tears rolling out of my eyes.

It was almost midnight now. I couldn’t see my way clearly because of the tears that blurry my vision.

But there was this heaviness in my chest, the heaviness that made me want to throw up, knowing fully well I couldn’t do anything to him. I couldn’t hurt him the way he hurt me.

My father did the same to him, but why wouldn’t he focus on my father? Why did it have to be the whole of us? Why did it have to be me when I had no idea what happened to him?

Yes... that was what I despised him for, for hurting me when I didn’t do anything to him. I hated him. I have never hated anything or anyone more than I did for him.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand as I opened the door of my bedroom. And to my surprise, Victoria was sitting at the table with a tray of broth soup that filled the room with its delicious smell.

But what was she doing here at this time of the day?

"Ma’am, you are here?" She stood up to face me the moment she noticed my presence. "I have been waiting for you..." she trailed off and a frown settled on her face.

"Have you been crying, ma’am? Your face looks red and puffy... Did something happen?" She questioned as though she wanted to punish whoever hurt me.

"It’s nothing." I sniffed while crumpling onto the bed. "You can microwave that, I am not hungry," I said, gesturing to the tray on the table.

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