Alexander's POV
I stormed into the room, slamming the door behind me. The sound echoed through the space, a manifestation of the rage boiling within me. My fists clenched as I paced across the floor, trying to expend some of the pent up frustration.
Victoria.
How dare she?
I have no choice than to accept her conditions, the child she carried changed everything, I couldn't risk losing my heir, my legacy.
But how had she gathered the courage to make such demands? The Victoria I once knew was timid, barely able to speak up for herself. What had transformed her into this audacious, calculating woman?
The thought fueled my anger, and I swept my arm across the nearby table sending a vase crashing to the floor.
"Winston!" I shouted the new butler's name, the door in seconds flung open and
