All Chapters of At The Mercy of Mr Alexander: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AmeliaI stormed through the office doors, my heart racing with anger. The receptionist's startled expression barely registered as I marched towards Paul's office."How dare you?" I spat, slamming the door behind me.Paul looked up from his desk, shocked. "Amelia, you're in New York.""What? You thought I would be mourning my daughter?""What's going on? Why are you sounding this way?""You know exactly what's going on," I hissed, my voice trembling. "The fire at my house. You thought I wouldn't know you were the one responsible, right?""What fire? I don't know what you're talking about. Please take a sit and reduce your voice.""Don't lie to me!" I slammed my fists on his desk. "I did not come here to have a nice discussion with you, Paul. I know it was you.""Amelia, calm down." Paul stood up. "I still do not know what you are talking about. Some set your house on fire?""Calm down? Do you think I can calm down after you tried to kill my daughter? Misty could've died because of you

Selene"What did you do, Selene?" My dad yelled angrily."What the fuck, Dad!" I exclaimed, shocked, as he stormed into my room."What did you do?" he thundered, his face reddening with rage.I tried to compose myself, pulling up my shirt to cover my exposed skin. "Can you please knock next time? I'm getting dressed!" I protested.But he didn't seem to notice – or care – that I was barely clothed. His gaze blazed with fury. "What did you do in Wisconsin?""Nothing. I went to a shitty club, had a few drinks and then I got bored and came back." His hand clamped down on my arm, squeezing tight."Ouch, Dad! You're hurting me!" I cried out."I warned you, Selene not to do anything stupid. And yet you went to Amelia's house and lit it on fire!" His voice rose. "Have you gone mad?" His grip on my arm tightened like a vice hurting me.I whimpered. "I didn't." Fear gripped me as I stared into his eyes."You didn't what? Don't fucking lie to me!" His face turned beet red, his eyes bulging.

Henry"Hey, love." I greeted flashing a smile and entering Sarah's house. "Sweetheart," Sarah smiled back, gliding towards me. "I wasn't expecting you today." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Our lips met in a gentle kiss. "I couldn't survive a day without you." Sarah's cheeks flushed as she kissed me back. "What about we go into the bathroom together, and make use of the bath tub? My body could use some relaxation." I suggested.Sarah giggled. "I wish I could but I can't, not right now I'm sorry." "It's okay, darling," I whispered, cradling her face. "We have plenty of time, my love," I added, brushing stray strands from her face.Her gaze softened. "You always know how to make me feel better."I smiled. "That's what love does.""You're going to get tired of me soon," Sarah said softly. I framed her face with my hand. "Never darling. Even if I tried, I couldn't tire of you. You are gorgeous and everything I dreamed of." "You are so sweet. You should hold

Alexander "Where the hell is he?" I muttered under my breath as I stepped out of his club. I’d checked all three of his spots, but he was nowhere to be found. Nobody seemed to know his whereabouts or remembered the last time they saw him.Well, except for a drunk who mumbled something about Charlie going out with a hooker. But I couldn't put any stock in the ramblings of someone in that state.I slid back into my car and drove back to the house, my phone rang as I pulled out of the sidewalk. I answered immediately, hoping it was Charlie. "You can’t just bail on me after agreeing to meet," I snapped, irritation creeping into my voice."I believe you’re not referring to me, Alex," a familiar voice replied from the other end.Shit.It wasn’t Charlie; it was my grandfather. I had been dodging his calls for weeks."Hi, Pa," I said, bracing myself for his rant.He scoffed, "Where are you?" He asked coldly."I'm in the office," I replied."What a nice lie." He shot. "I just called your o

CharlieI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. But something was off. My vision was obscured, shrouded in darkness. I tried to lift my head, but a searing pain shot through my temples, making me wince. What happened? Where was I? What's all this?As I struggled to recall, I realized something covered my head, blocking my sight. Panic set in. I tried moving, but my wrists and ankles wouldn't budge. They were tied to a chair.Fear crept up my spine. I shook my head trying to get the cover off my face. "Fuck!" I groaned out in frustration as the cover refused to get off.Memories flooded back – I was in my home, drinking, trying to numb my pain then... I blacked out. Did someone attack me? Was I drugged? How long have I been here?My heart raced, and I tugged at the restraints. Useless. Anxiety suffocated me. Where was I? Who did this?"Is anyone there!" I shouted, but my voice was muffled by the covering. "Can anyone hear me? Where am I? What is this about?