Chapter 7
On the drive home, I asked William about Alexander’s situation.
He sighed, then explained.
“The Sterling empire it’s a mess. Alexander’s grandfather wants to hand over full control of the company to him after the marriage. But his aunt Victoria? She’s convinced the company should be split between her husband and Alexander’s father.”
“The problem is,” William continued, “those two are disasters in business. Especially his uncle lost millions in a hedge fund scam. If Alexander hadn’t stepped in, half the family fortune would’ve vanished.”
Victoria, unable to change the grandfather’s mind, turned her attention to sabotaging Alexander instead. The marriage arrangement became her primary target.
“Alexander was watching Victoria, but he never expected her to use her own teenage son,” William shook his head. “He didn’t pay more attention to his cousin. That’s how he got drugged tonight.”
I absorbed this information, grateful our family was simpler – just us three, with no scheming relatives in sight.
Before I could comment, William’s phone rang. I glimpsed Castro’s name on the screen.
Since William was navigating a tricky turn, I hesitantly answered on speaker.
“William, has Aveline returned home?” Castro’s voice was urgent.
William shot me an amused glance. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“I…” Castro paused. “Could I speak with her? Please?”
William’s smile widened. “She’s right here, mate. Speaker’s on.”
After a long pause, Castro spoke softly. “Aveline, could we talk privately?”
William’s expression sharpened. “What’s so secret you can’t say it in front of me? Want advice on winning back Oriana?”
“No,” Castro sighed. “Oriana’s in the past. Aveline, please, just five minutes?”
“Bloody hell!” William slammed the brakes, pulling over. “You think I don’t know about your obsession with Oriana? How many lookalikes have you burned through–five, six? And now you have the audacity to pursue my sister? MY SISTER?”
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The Black Swan’s Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th G
All Alory.
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Chapter 7
He couldn’t hold back his anger, “I’ve treated you like family for years, Castro, but so help me God, if you don’t back off, I’ll hop on the next flight and ensure you spend the next month in intensive care.”
He hung up, tossing the phone aside as it kept ringing.
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