The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Enemy’s daughter.

"She is Steele’s daughter." Ethan’s words hung in the air, hitting Alexander like a cruel punch in his gut.

"Say that again."

"That girl. Anna Steele. She’s George Steele’s daughter."

Alexander slowly turned around, his blue eyes meeting Ethan’s. "That white-haired thing I pulled out of the water is ’his’ daughter?"

"Yes," Ethan confirmed. "I double checked the hospital records. There’s no mistake."

Alexander chuckled humorlessly. This must be some kind of an expensive joke. It had to be. Of all people in the world, it has to be her? Why?

"I should have left her," he said in an icy tone. Yes, he should. How could he go through so much trouble to rescue the daughter of a man he spent all his life planning to destroy, the bastard who killed his mother and rendered his life a living nightmare... "I would have let her drown."

Ethan’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t speak.

"I spent ten years, ten whole years rebuilding everything that man took from me," he paused. "And now, his daughter is under my roof, breathing my air, under my care."

He turned his back to Ethan, clenching his jaw to suppress the anger and frustration. "Do you know what that means? I saved something I should have destroyed along with her kind, something that George probably values."

Ethan tilted his head slightly. "Do you think he cares about her?"

"It doesn’t matter if he cared or not. She’s a Steele. Her father’s blood runs in her vein," Alexander said, and the room went quiet for a moment.

"What do you plan to do with her?" Ethan asked, breaking the awkward silence.

He didn’t respond immediately and just walked back to the desk and sat down. What would he probably do with her? He had no use of her.

"I will send her back."

"But you won’t," Ethan said.

Alexander’s gaze flicked up to him. "Why not?"

"Because you know she’s worth more to you here."

"She’s a liability," he said.

"She’s a leverage," Ethan corrected. "If you play this card right, she could be the perfect tool to bring Steele down. You have spent ten years planning his destruction. This could be the final piece of the puzzle. Who knows if this was destiny."

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I tried to sit up after waking up the next day, and this time, I did without feeling so much pain. The doctor must have put some pain killer inside the IVF.

"You’re finally awake, Miss?" a voice suddenly came inside the room, startling me. I turned to the direction and found a very handsome young man about 26 leaning against the door frame. He was tall. His blonde hair was neatly combed and his forest green eyes were sharp as he stared at me in a way that made me shift uncomfortably. How could I not hear him come in?

"Ye..." my voice cracked and my throat burned. I could barely speak, so I just nodded. He pushed himself away from the door and started approaching, then dropped something on the bed before me.

"Here are your things," he said, calmly. My things? I looked down at what he dropped and my eyes widened slightly. It was my backpack. I quickly reached for it and opened the zipper. Everything was still intact, including my phone

"Complete?" He asked, and I nodded in excitement.

"Good, I will let him know you’re awake." Him? Who was him? Before I could say anything, he turned around and started walking away.

"W–Wait..." I forced myself to say. "Thank... you for... saving me..."

He paused at the door and looked over his shoulder to me. "I didn’t save you, my boss did. He will be here soon," with that, he was gone.

My gaze remained on the door, wondering who this boss of his was. Goodness, I didn’t even get the chance to know his name. I sighed in disappointment and lay back on the bed, waiting for the ’boss’ to come.