Chapter four
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What rubbish are you spewing?!" Xavier demanded, his face turning an angry, volatile red.
"You heard him. He’s my fiancé," I spoke up, stepping closer to Alexander. I crossed my arms, completely enjoying the sheer look of devastation and fury on Xavier's face. "Now go back to Mia and stop bothering us."
Xavier looked like he had been stabbed in the chest. "But... how? You don't love him, Elena. You love me!"
"That's what you think," Alexander cut in, his voice cold and dripping with absolute certainty as he stared down at his rival.
Xavier clenched his fists, realizing he was completely powerless in this boutique. "I don't know what the hell is going on here," he spat viciously, glaring at both of us, "but I won't stop until I get you back, Elena." He turned on his heel and began walking away.
"In your dreams!" Alexander shouted after him, his deep voice booming through the store.
The entire mall had completely paused, every single shopper and employee staring at us in absolute shock. They had just witnessed a clash between two of the most dangerous men in the city.
Alexander snapped his head toward the crowd. "What?!" he yelled, his lethal mafia aura flaring.
Everyone instantly looked away, frantically scurrying back to their own business.
I let out a breath, turning to Alexander with a small smirk. "Good acting!"
"Mmmm," he hummed softly. Instead of answering, his dark eyes slowly scanned down my body, admiring how the emerald-green silk hugged my curves. I felt a sudden rush of heat and blushed under his intense gaze.
Before he could say anything else, the trembling sales representative interrupted us, holding several elegant shopping bags. "W-we've packed the bags, ma'am."
"Load them into the SUV outside," Alexander commanded her smoothly. He turned back to me, offering his arm. "Let's go, love."
He wrapped a possessive hand around my waist, guiding me out of the store. I didn't even bother changing back into my old clothes. I walked right out of the mall wearing the emerald gown, mainly because I knew he liked it.
We reached the mansion in no time. The ride was filled with a thick, charged silence, and the moment we arrived, the maids quickly took my new bags up to my room.
Alexander walked into the living room, loosening his tie as he turned to face me. "Now that we've told Xavier we're getting married, we've got to do something about that. It can't all be a bluff."
"I know," I replied, smoothing down the silk of my dress. "But we can't actually get married."
The playful look vanished from Alexander's face. His expression turned dead serious as he tilted his head, watching me closely.
Panic flared in my chest. "No, no, no, no. We cannot get married, Alexander. We barely know each other!"
"Barely? Are you sure about that, love?" A slow, wicked smirk crawled onto his lips. "Because you didn't seem to mind how little we knew each other when you were moaning my name last night."
My face burned bright crimson. "Come on! That was... that was just s*x. This is marriage."
"That was just s*x?" Alexander responded, placing a hand over his heart and gasping dramatically as if he had been physically wounded. "So you just used me for my body? You disappoint me, Elena." He let out a deep, rumbling laugh that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
"I'm serious, Alexander," I huffed, fighting back a smile.
"So am I," he said, his tone shifting back to business, though his eyes still danced with amusement. "It doesn't have to be a legally licensed clergy. It just has to be a massive, extravagant ceremony that will completely break the internet. We will send a formal invite directly to Xavier. He may be too proud to attend, but the wound will cut him deep either way."
I thought about it for a second. Seeing Xavier's face drop at the mall had been intoxicating. Throwing a massive wedding in his face would utterly destroy his mafia pride.
"A fake ceremony will do," I agreed, a cold, calculating spark igniting in my eyes.
Alexander smirked, his eyes locked onto mine in perfect agreement. Standing there in my new designer gown, backed by the most powerful man in the Southern syndicate, I felt a rush of pure victory.
The war had officially begun.
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