"You really think you're just going to take all of this for yourself?" Alex's voice cut through the silence, sharp as a blade. "All the power, all the wealth? Is that it?"
His eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight, every syllable soaked in disbelief and restrained fury.
At that moment, he couldn't care less about what Arthur thought, let alone how he might react. The betrayal was too raw, the implications too vast to be ignored.
Alex had put up with a lot—more than he ever should have—and Arthur, somehow, had always managed to sink lower than expected.
The man had crossed boundaries that weren't just moral—they were personal.
Arthur, standing just a few feet away, scoffed.
The sound was subtle but venomous, laced with condescension. He tilted his head slightly, watching Alex with a kind of cold amusement that only infuriated him more.
His instincts had never failed him before, and now was no exception.
