Alexander's POV
The moment I stepped into Rose’s hospital room, I just knew.
She looked so small against the stark white sheets, her skin pale, her breaths shallow. The sight of her—so still, so fragile, it sent a wave of rage crashing through me.
I had been in countless negotiations, I had seen men beg for their lives, I had built an empire of secrets and power. But nothing had ever made me feel as raw and unhinged as seeing Rose like this. It crushed me deeply.
I barely heard Alice’s voice as she tried to explain, her words fumbling, weak. Lies.
And I had no patience for lies. It irritated me so deeply that I felt like punching her directly on the nose right there at that moment.
“Tell me exactly what happened,” I said, my voice steady, deadly.
Alice stiffened. “I—I told you. She
