The war
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Chapter 8
“I'm leaving, Elena!” Marcus's cold voice thundered in the room. Alex stood by the slightly open door, watching the whole drama unfold. “You don't expect me to still hang around with you when it's obvious you've lost everything.”
“You're really out of your mind, Marcus.” Elena shot back, her voice hard as ice… trembling slightly. “Everything I did, I did it all for you. I divorced my husband because of you, and now you stand there and tell me what? That you're leaving?”
“Oh, is that so?” Marcus turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury… hatred. “Well, let me make something clear to you, Elena. I have never…ever loved you. You pushed yourself on me the moment I got back from abroad, and I couldn't help but play along.”
Elena stood there… frozen… her eyes wide in disbelief, already welling with hot tears.
But Marcus wasn't even done yet.
“It's not my fault you lost such a good husband. I've only been here for the money… so apparently, since it's all gone now, I suppose my mission here is finished.”
He walked up close to her, smirking right in her face. “You called your ex-husband a loser, but guess who's the loser now… you.”
Elena clamped her hand tight over her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. “Marcus, stop!”
Marcus burst out in laughter, like she had just delivered the funniest joke.
“Stop? No way, sweetheart. And if you know what's good for you, you'd better go meet your darling husband… maybe he could hook you up with a job at one of his branches.” He retorted, his words brutal as hell… like a dagger piercing right into Elena's heart.
“One more thing Elena… I almost forgot to tell you.” He continued, his breath fanning her face. “I have a family abroad, a beautiful one at that. So don't even bother looking for me.”
“Wait, what?” Elena choked out, her eyes spinning. “You mean you've only been fooling me all this while?”
“Oh yes, Elena. Good luck handling your shit.” Marcus said and turned to the door. Elena went after him, yelling his name endlessly… but as soon as they reached the door, they froze the moment they saw Alex.
“Alex?” Elena called out first, her mouth slightly open in shock. “Wh… what are you doing here?”
Alex stepped forward, his hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Did I interrupt anything?”
Marcus rolled his eyes in disgust and let out a loud hiss as he pushed towards the door. “Oh please…. Get out of the way, Mr deadweight. I have a flight to catch.”
“Oh really?” Alex snapped, now facing him. “Well actually, you're the one I’ve come to see. Mind having a word with me in my car?”
Marcus let out a low, amused smirk, as if that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. “A word? With you? Oh, don't be delusional, Alex.” He muttered. “Are you so lonely now that you have to go around searching for some petty friends? Well, if that's the case, I'm not interested. Your wife is always here to keep you company anyway.”
He dashed out of the room without blinking.
But he didn't even make it past the walkway before firm hands grabbed him from behind, pinning him down to the ground.
Alex stepped closer, his hands crossed behind him. He stretched one hand towards Marcus's face, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.
“I gave you the opportunity to do things your way earlier, but since you've refused to obey, I guess I'd have to do it my… way.” He turned to the guard who was still pinning him down. “Take him to the car.”
The guard did just as instructed. Alex followed behind them, his steps measured… bold, like he owned the place.
Elena ran after him, catching up just before he walked out of the gate. “Alex, please wait.” She yelled, her voice desperate.
Alex halted at once, turning around slowly to meet her gaze. “What is it you want this time?”
Elena fell to her knees right before him, lowering her head at his feet. “I'm sorry for everything, Alex. I'm sorry for the way I treated you in the past… I know better now.”
“Well, good for you.” Alex replied with a clipped tone, his expression unreadable. “But I'm sorry, Elena. You already lost your chance.”
He turned and walked away, without sparing her a second glance. Just as he reached the car, his phone rang in his hand. He answered on the second ring, raising the phone to his ear.
He hadn’t even said a word when Marie, his secretary, burst through the line, her voice trembling with panic.
“Sir, we need you at the company immediately. The head branch is on fire. There’s chaos breaking out as we speak. It’s a complete massacre.”
“W… what did you just say?” Alex blurted out, but before his voice could connect, the line was already dead. Marie had ended the call.
His legs trembled with panic as the words replayed in his head. “Take me to the head branch. Now!” He roared, turning to the driver.
The driver turned slightly, his face a mask of confusion. “Boss, are you…”
“No questions!” Alex cut in sharply. “Just take me there. Now.”
The driver nodded quietly and drove off without another word.
As soon as they arrived at the branch, Alex flung the car door open and stormed into the building. The moment his eyes landed on the scene before him, his breath caught in his throat. Security guards lay lifeless on the floor, drenched in their own blood.
His jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides as rage and disbelief surged through him… all at once.
He pushed forward, each step heavier than the last, until he reached his office. And that's when he met the biggest shock of his life.
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