Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 719

Chapter 719: Ruin Her Life

For a moment, Natalie couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Kate was dead?

How?

Then a chilling realization washed over her like ice water.

Natalie looked at her father, accusation in her voice. "You killed her."

David didn’t even flinch. He simply said, calm as stone, "I took care of the problem. Kate should have known better than to lay a hand on you."

Natalie’s mouth fell open, staring at him in disbelief. "So that’s it?"

David lifted a brow, as if confused. "That’s what?"

"You killed her without giving her the chance to pay for her crimes?"

David answered with flat finality. "She’s already paying for it. In hell."

The words punched the breath out of her.

"So what about me?" Natalie whispered, feeling heartbroken, furious, and betrayed.

David sighed, rubbing his temple like she was the one inconveniencing him. "Natalie," he said with exhausted patience, "you know what happens if this becomes a public trial, right? There will be reporters digging into every detail. Endless headlines. You being dragged through the mud. Our family name permanently stained—"

"No, don’t—" Natalie snapped, cutting him off. "Don’t make this about me."

The anger boiling in her chest pushed her upright. She wasn’t about to have this conversation lying helpless in a hospital bed.

David saw her strain and said quickly, "You’re not supposed to—"

Pain shot through her ribs as she forced herself up, teeth gritted so hard her jaw trembled. Seeing she wouldn’t stop, David helped her sit upright only for Natalie to shove his hand away the second she was steady.

Her voice shook with rage.

"Don’t pretend this is about protecting me," she spat. "You’re not worried about what I went through. You’re worried about your ’perfect family’ being exposed in court records forever."

David went still.

"You’re worried about Avax stock plummeting again. About the shareholders panicking and your enemies smelling blood in the water. So don’t you dare," she hissed, jabbing a finger at him, "try to make this about me."

The silence between them thickened until it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Then David spoke up, "Think whatever you want to think, Natalie, but everything I’m doing is for you. I’m not going to sit back and let you be destroyed publicly. Which is why tomorrow we’ll be releasing a statement debunking every claim as fabricated."

David continued without pause, shifting into that detached executive tone reserved for crises, and damage control.

"My communications division, digital forensics, and crisis mitigation teams are already coordinating. They’ll scramble the digital footprint, and produce a counter-report. We are overwriting the narrative before it spreads any further."

Natalie sat stone-still, watching him the way one watches a hurricane swallow a coastline, powerless to stop the destruction he brought.

David kept talking, laying out his plans.

"In the morning, news of Kate’s death will go public and that shifts the public attention from scandal to tragedy. They will see us as the grieving husband and traumatized daughter who lost their wife and mother because of falsified posts. Pity is a great emotion and it would shut down the questions."

Natalie’s mouth parted, her chest tightening. "You’re using Kate’s death?"

"I’m redirecting the damage she did. At least in death the bitch can be useful." David said flatly.

She turned her face away, refusing to acknowledge him.

"And after you recover," he added gently, "I’ll have you see a therapist."

That snapped something inside her.

"I don’t need a fucking therapist!" Natalie exploded. "I needed justice. But since you handled that already, there’s nothing left for you to do. So leave me the fuck alone!"

David opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. There was almost regret, or was it fatigue in his eyes, but he said nothing as he turned to leave.

At the doorway, he stopped briefly. The caretaker who had been waiting stepped forward and David told her quietly, "Take very good care of her."

Then he left.

The caretaker entered gently, lowering Natalie back onto the bed. Even the softest movement made Natalie hiss in pain. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Do you need anything else?" the caretaker asked her.

"Leave me the fuck alone," Natalie glared at her.

The caretaker nodded without protest and quietly slipped out. She was used to the tempers of the wealthy; this was nothing new.

The moment the door clicked shut, Natalie turned her face into the pillow,

and sobbed.

She missed her mama.