Alexander stepped into the grand foyer of the Morgan mansion, the heavy oak doors closing behind him with a resonant thud. Maids in crisp uniforms bowed gracefully, murmuring welcomes. “Good evening, Mr. Alexander. We’re honored to have you.”
He nodded politely as one led him deeper into the house. Grandpa Morgan waited in the main hall, sharp-eyed and imposing as ever. Before Alexander could fully greet him, rapid footsteps echoed across the marble.
Vanessa appeared, practically sprinting toward him in her elegant evening attire. She threw her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much,” she breathed, pressing her body against his. Without hesitation, she kissed him full on the lips—deep, lingering, performative.
At that exact moment, movement caught Alexander’s eye from the side. Vic
