Fatal Decisions.

Alexander's POV

I found it odd receiving texts from an unknown sender. In fact, I didn't pay much attention until this sender mentioned Fiona. The first text said, "Fiona isn't really who you think she is."

I wondered who it was for days, hoping another message would be sent. Then, a few hours ago, it finally was. The text read: "You must have heard about the Wilsons, right? The ones your father had burned alive? Well, their only daughter is sitting right in front of you: Gabriella Wilson."

I walked into my room, destroying everything in sight.

Anna came running in, "What's wrong? Stop it," she held me down. My fury didn't allow me to think about my hatred for her.

"Get out," I yelled, pushing her out and slamming the door.

Frederick, who had gone on some errands, ran in, bowing slightly with his eyes roaming the shattered glass. "Sir, what happened?"

"There's no need to find those couple's daughter; I found her already," I was broken. The only reason Fiona would have come back into