Alexander
"Every empire has cracks—the question is who knows where to strike.”
Being a Beaumont comes with sacrifices—some the world can see, and others that remain hidden in the shadows. My grandfather built this empire a century ago, and now the weight of it rests on my shoulders… and on my son’s. Whether we like it or not, we will carry this legacy.
But somewhere along the way, I lost him. My son.
It’s been too long since we’ve had a real conversation. Every attempt I make is met with distance, with silence, with walls I can’t seem to break down. He pushes me away at every turn.
And I don’t blame him.
Resentment runs deep in his veins—I see it every time his eyes meet mine. And though I’ll never admit it out loud, a part of me knows I put it there. I was never truly present. Alway
