Chapter 51: My Real Father
Alex
The voice rolled through the hall like thunder splitting the sky. It was deep. It was furious. It was powerful enough to make the large glass chandeliers overhead shake and rattle. The sound did not just fill the room; it felt like it hit me right in the chest.
“Who dares touch my daughter?”
My eyes flew open instantly. For a heartbeat, I actually forgot how to breathe. I stayed on my knees, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The massive wooden doors were still trembling from the force of being thrown open. A cold winter wind swept into the hall. It carried snowflakes that swirled in the air before they melted against the polished marble floor. The heat from the fireplace seemed to disappear in an instant.
And then, through that cold storm, a man walk
