Emotions Swirling

The following morning brought a calm weekend. With no pressing tasks, Alexa decided to start her day with a cup of coffee. In the kitchen, she carefully prepared the brew, just as her mother had taught her years ago. The warm, familiar aroma filled the air, bringing with it memories both bitter and sweet.

As she worked, thoughts of her mother, Mia, filled her mind. She remembered the helplessness she felt watching her mom battle leukemia and Dante's unrelenting cruelty during those trying times.

Years Ago...

Alexa could still hear the excitement in her mom’s voice that fateful evening. 

“Dante! Honey! Carie!” Mia’s joyful voice rang through their small house. Alexa had rushed into her arms, her small hands tenderly touching her mother’s face. She had just celebrated her eighth birthday days earlier, blissfully unaware of the weight of adult burdens.

Mia embraced her, her smile radiant. Together, they went to find Dante. He stood by the window, his posture tense, his face hard.

Clearing her throat nervously, Mia spoke, “Dante, I have good news for us! My boss, Nathan Edelman, has generously offered to sponsor my surgery and treatment abroad. I’ll finally be free from this terrible illness!” 

Her voice cracked with emotion, and her tears mirrored Alexa's as they both basked in the hope of a brighter future. She moved toward Dante, arms outstretched, only to be met with a sound that reverberated through the room—a slap, sharp and stinging.

Dante’s voice rose with fury. “That man has been screwing you, hasn’t he? Who is he to offer you help? You shameless whore!” He shoved Mia onto the bed, pinning her down with his hands tightening around her throat. 

Little Alexa froze, her pleas for her mother to stand up drowned out by Dante’s rage. Her young legs carried her out of the house, her small voice screaming for help. The woods surrounding their home offered no neighbors to turn to. Darkness blurred her memories after that. One certainty remained: her mother didn’t die from leukemia. 

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Back in the present, Alexa sighed deeply. The memories were a tangled mess, and trying to unravel them brought nothing but a pounding headache. A sudden dizziness overcame her, and before she could steady herself, she collapsed—right into the solid chest of Julian Salvatore.

His strong hands steadied her, and the soothing scent of sandalwood washed over her, calming her trembling body. 

“Are you okay?” Abel’s deep voice reached her, filled with uncharacteristic concern. 

Her eyes fluttered open to meet his ocean-blue gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Embarrassed, she bit her lip and pulled away.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to...” she stammered, her words trailing off under his steady gaze. 

“You should rest,” he said flatly, his voice regaining its usual detached tone. 

But something about his lingering stare unsettled her. She found herself chuckling nervously as he turned toward the water heater.

“Sir, I can handle that. Miss Yvonne asked me to take over the kitchen duties from now on.” 

Without a word, he continued preparing his coffee. Her hand instinctively reached out to stop him, and their gazes locked again. A spark shot through her at the brief touch. 

“I can’t let you do this,” she said, regaining her composure. “I’m one of the best when it comes to brewing coffee. Just watch.”

Julian hesitated, then nodded. He observed her closely as she worked, her precise movements stirring a strange sense of familiarity within him. When the coffee was ready, he took a sip, and the rich flavor struck a deep chord. The taste was exactly as he loved it, igniting a pang of nostalgia. 

Who is this girl? he wondered, his thoughts racing as memories long buried began to surface.

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Later that night, unable to sleep, Alexa found herself drawn to the balcony. The stillness was broken by faint sobs. Following the sound, she came across Julian, sitting in the shadows. His face, usually so stoic, was streaked with tears, and in his hands was a golden watch, glinting faintly under the moonlight.

He clutched it to his chest, whispering words she could barely make out. 

“I’m sure you’re in heaven, smiling as I keep this safe. I’ll protect it... and I’ll avenge you.”

His voice cracked, but when he rose, his face had returned to its cold, unreadable mask. Alexa slipped away before he could notice her, her heart racing. 

Back in her room, she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts in turmoil. Who had given him the watch? Was it connected to the tragic story of his parents? 

And why did her chest ache at the sight of him in pain? She resolved to find answers, even if it meant risking everything.

---

Meanwhile, deep in Marcus lair, plans were unfolding.

“Don’t you trust me anymore?” Marcus sneered at Dante. “Alexa will get the job done. Relax and watch as we get the watch.”

Dante smirked darkly. “She better not fail, or she’ll regret it. Just like her mother.” 

As Marcus laughed maniacally, Dante’s thoughts remained calculating. Alexa and Roberto were merely pawns in his greater plan, one that would ensure his domination at any cost. 

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Alexa, unaware of the storm brewing around her, found her mind drifting back to the enigmatic Julian Salvatore. She clenched her fists, a quiet resolve forming within her. Whatever the watch meant to him, she would protect it. And somehow, she would protect him too.