The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 106

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Chapter 106

Chapter 106

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The backseat of that black car was bigger than the living room in the apartment I shared with Beatrice. Soft leather, air that smelled expensive, tinted windows turning London into a silent display case. Up front, the driver kept his eyes locked on the road while a security guard filled the passenger seat, shoulders straining against his suit.

I watched the elegant buildings glide by-the flawless façades, columned doorways, gardens trimmed so perfectly it looked like every leaf had signed a contract.

I leaned toward Atila and whispered, “Is it gonna take long to get there?”

He turned his head slowly. “Why are you whispering?”

I blinked a few times. He was right. Why was I whispering?

I straightened my shoulders, like I needed to remind myself I wasn’t trespassing. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

He almost smiled. “We’re almost there.”

I looked ahead when the car slowed and rolled through a discreet gate that opened automatically. We descended a smooth ramp and suddenly we were in an underground garage that looked like the lobby of a five-star hotel. The car stopped right in front of the building’s private entrance.

My eyes widened. “Wow.”

The parking area alone had better lighting than an entire mall. Modern chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, marble floors reflected the light like polished mirrors, and ornamental plants stood taller than a six-foot-three man.

The men stepped out first. The guard came around and opened my door with a formal gesture. Átila exited on the other side, walked around, and offered me his hand.

I took it. A delicious chill fluttered through my stomach as my heels touched that flawless floor. We walked side by side toward a row of tall, mirrored, silent elevators.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two guards behind us carrying my humble patterned carry-on. Too patterned. Too small. Too cheap for this place. I’d barely had time to throw a few clothes inside and leave a note for Beatrice, promising I’d explain everything when I could. She hadn’t even gotten home yet.

We stepped into the elevator. The men stood behind us in absolute silence. The panel lit up: thirtieth floor. The numbers climbed as if they were taking me to another planet.

When the doors opened, the hallway was lined with thick carpets and classical paintings lit by discreet spotlights. Atila stepped out first, and I followed.

The apartment door opened with a soft click.

I let go of his hand without even realizing.

The living room stretched wide, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing London lit up like a constellation. A neutral-toned sofa anchored the space over a Persian rug that looked more like art than decor. A sleek, built-in fireplace glowed beneath an oil painting that radiated unsettling elegance. The ceiling moldings carried classical detail, but the furniture was clean and modern. It felt like the past and the present had called a truce in that room.

The guards walked in with the luggage. “Excuse us, sir. We’ll take these upstairs.”

Átila nodded. They disappeared up a side staircase.

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I kept turning slowly, taking in every detail. Stone sculptures filled illuminated niches. One of them pulled me in. I stepped

closer.

There was a date engraved at the base.

I swallowed hard. That belonged in a museum. I hovered my fingers in the air without touching it. That had to cost a small fortune. Or a massive one. That’s when it really hit me how rich he was.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were this rich?” I finally asked. “I thought you were just a regular professor.”

He stood near the stairs, hands in his pockets, posture almost too calm, that nearly arrogant composure settling over him. From this angle, he absolutely looked like a man with serious money.

“Can’t a regular professor be very rich?”

I stared at him for a second. Then I huffed, still trying to process everything.

“It makes zero sense for you to live in that crumbling building without even an elevator.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Money, to me, is just a detail in this world.”

I smiled. In the human world, money ran the game. And apparently, he owned the board.

He stepped onto the first stair. “I’m going to get something ready upstairs. It’s a surprise. Make yourself at home. The kitchen’s right there. Help yourself.”

“Okay.”

He went up, and I stayed there hugging my arms, trying to adjust to this new reality.

I kept exploring. Another ancient sculpture. Another piece of art. Another detail that whispered centuries.

Then I heard the sharp echo of heels against marble.

I turned. An elegant woman, probably in her early thirties, appeared from the other side of the ‘staircase. She froze when she

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saw me.

“Oh… hi. Everything okay? I came with Átila.”

Her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Are you alright?” I asked, stepping closer.

She quickly wiped the corners of her eyes. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m Miss Langford. It’s a pleasure. And you are…?”

“Maya. Átila’s girlfriend.”

She kept staring at me like I was a mirage. She sniffed softly, trying to regain composure.

“Forgive my reaction. I’ve been… emotional lately. You reminded me of a dear friend who passed away.”

My chest tightened. “I’m so sorry…”

She still looked almost stuck on me, as if searching my face for something.

“Do you want a hug?” I asked before I could stop myself.

She hesitated for a second.

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I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. She held me tightly, like she was clutching a memory. I just stayed there, letting her. Poor thing. She must miss her friend terribly.

She pulled away, embarrassed, dabbing at her tears.

Átila appeared at the top of the stairs. “Miss Langford. I’m back.”

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