Chapter 7
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The first thing Elena noticed when she walked into Alexander’s office Monday morning wasn’t the usual stack of contracts or his brooding presence behind the desk.
It was the glossy tabloid magazine spread across his table.
Her face stared back at her from the cover, caught mid-laugh beside Alexander at the island resort. The headline screamed:
“Mysterious Beauty Steals the Heart of Manhattan’s Most Elusive Billionaire.”
Elena froze, her stomach plummeting. “Oh, God…”
Alexander didn’t look up from the paper he was reading. “Close the door.”
She obeyed, her hands trembling. “I—this isn’t what it looks like.”
Finally, his gaze lifted, sharp as a blade. “It looks exactly like what it is. The vultures smelled blood the second you stepped into my world. I warned you.”
Her pulse hammered. “It’s not my fault they’re following us!”
“I know,” he admitted, voice softer now. “But they don’t care. To them, you’re not a person. You’re a headline. And headlines ruin lives.”
The chill in his words left Elena shaken. For the first time, she realized the cost of being near him wasn’t just temptation — it was exposure, scrutiny, and judgment from strangers who would never know the truth.
By afternoon, it got worse.
As she stepped out of the elevator with a file in hand, a familiar voice sliced through the air.
“Well, well. So the rumors are true.”
Elena’s chest tightened. Victoria stood by reception, flawless in a crimson dress, her smile sharp enough to cut glass.
“I wondered how long it would take him to replace me,” Victoria purred, sauntering closer. “Congratulations. You’ve officially become Alexander’s newest… experiment.”
Heat rushed to Elena’s cheeks, a cocktail of anger and humiliation. “I’m not his—”
“Oh, darling, don’t bother denying it. You think you’re different? Special?” Victoria leaned in, her perfume cloying. “You’re just the flavor of the month. Alexander doesn’t do love. He doesn’t even believe in it. Trust me, I learned that the hard way.”
Elena’s fists curled at her sides. She wanted to scream, to claw the smugness off the woman’s perfect face. But Victoria’s words burrowed deep, feeding on the very doubts Elena had tried to ignore.
That evening, she found Alexander in his office, sleeves rolled up, tie discarded, his expression carved from stone.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.
He looked up, brow furrowed. “Tell you what?”
“That you’ve done this before. That there were others. That you—” She broke off, frustration choking her.
He set down his pen slowly. “Victoria.”
“Yes, Victoria,” Elena snapped. “She made it sound like you collect women the way you collect companies.”
Something flickered in his eyes — pain, anger, guilt. “She doesn’t know me. Not really. No one does.”
“Then tell me,” Elena whispered, her voice trembling. “Tell me why you push everyone away. Why you look at me like you want me, then act like I’m poison.”
For a long moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Then Alexander leaned back in his chair, his jaw tight.
“When I was twenty-two, I thought I was in love,” he began, voice low. “Her name was Isabel. She was beautiful, ambitious… and I was naïve enough to believe she wanted me, not my bank account. I gave her everything — my trust, my future. She gave me betrayal.”
Elena’s breath caught.
“She sold private information about my company to one of my competitors,” he continued, his tone clipped, controlled, though pain simmered beneath. “Nearly destroyed me before I even started. And when I confronted her, she laughed. Said love was just another business transaction.”
He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Elena’s. “That was the day I stopped believing in love. The day I learned that money is the only language people understand. Since then, I take what I want, when I want it. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
Her heart ached, not just for him but for the boy he once was — betrayed, broken, hardened into the man before her.
“Alexander…” she whispered.
His expression softened for the barest second, then hardened again. “You deserve better than me, Elena. You deserve someone who can give you promises. I can’t. I won’t.”
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held her ground. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve. You think pushing me away will protect me, but it’s only breaking us both.”
He rose abruptly, pacing toward the window, his broad shoulders tense. “This will destroy you. The tabloids, the gossip, the pressure. If you stay, they’ll tear you apart. And I…” He trailed off, voice rough. “I don’t know if I can watch that happen.”
Elena’s chest tightened, torn between fury and heartbreak. She wanted to reach for him, to shatter the walls he clung to, but he stood there like a fortress, daring her to try.
Finally, she turned toward the door. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I can’t survive in your world.”
Her hand trembled on the doorknob. “But I’d rather take the risk than spend my life wondering what we could have been.”
She left before he could respond, her heart shattering with every step.
Behind her, Alexander remained frozen by the window, fists clenched, a silent war raging inside him.
He wanted her. Needed her.
But love?
Love was the one thing he’d sworn never to believe in again.
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