ALEXANDER'S POV
Fuck! I muttered and held the stand for support as my legs became too weak to carry me.
Even the air around me felt suffocating as I stared at the reporter’s phone screen. The video played on repeat, but my mind refused to process it. Mirabelle. Lying in a pool of her own blood. Her body sprawled out on the cold pavement near the towering building. Obviously dead.
Fuck! I exclaimed again, refusing to believe what I had just seen.
A shaky breath left my lips. The scene looked staged, designed to appear as a suicide. But I knew better. Someone lured her there. Someone pushed her.
“Mr. Wolfe, what do you have to say about this?” One of the reporters shoved a mic in my face. “Did Mirabelle leave a note?”
“Were there any signs of distress?” another asked.
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