ALEX’S POV
Scarlett's question hit too close to home, making my hands tighten on the steering wheel. She's more perceptive than I thought.
The truth was, I had orchestrated the attack on their house. My men had been careful - cause damage, but harm no one. It was the perfect solution: keep Scarlett close while appeasing my father's demands for revenge.
"Alex?" Scarlett's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "I asked you a question."
Rain pelted against the windshield as I navigated through dark streets. Her accusation hung heavy in the air between us. If she only knew I did this to protect her from worse.
"Why would I be happy about your family being attacked?" I kept my voice steady, though guilt gnawed at my conscience.
My father's threats echoed in my mind - his promise to hurt Scarl
