Alexander hated this feeling.
It sat beneath his skin, sharp and unrelenting, like something he couldn’t quite grab hold of, something slipping just beyond reach no matter how tightly he tried to close his hand around it.
Lack of control.
He had always despised it.
Even before the money. Before the influence. Before the name he had built from nothing into something people respected, feared, even.
Back then, control had been simpler.
Smaller.
But it had still been his.
And one thing had always made it easier.
Amelia.
Alexander leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular as his thoughts dragged him further into the past he rarely allowed himself to sit with.
She had never fought him.
Never questioned him the way others did.
Never made him feel like he had t
