CHAPTER SIXTY: RUBBING IT IN

Alexander’s POV

I was suffocating in my own silence. Guilt and rage tearing at my insides like a relentless storm. How did I become this vulnerable? this torn? this touchable? I am Alexander Clifford, the Rebel of Sussex and I always remain unfazed, unbreakable—a brute who could endure anything. But now, sitting alone in the darkness of my bedroom, I realize just how much I am shifting.

And then I hear my door open, it’s Olivia, ofcourse it’s Olivia. Here to take advantage of my vulnerability. Giving herself her usual invitation to my bedroom in her usual black skimpy lingerie.

“Hey baby….why do you look so torn?” She approached, a smug smile on her face, her voice low and seductive. Her appointment in my bedroom was very clear.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I confronted her, my voice trembling with anger and despair.

“Oh come on Alexander…,” She threw both arms around me, drawing me closer. “This was all Simon and Catherine and I’m sorry I can’t pretend to be unhappy about my