Alexander Kane Is Not a Poor Bastard!

Chapter Eleven Get A Home and Take Zoe

Alexander completed the purchase of the cars, but instead of taking them immediately, he handed instructions to the dealership. 

"I’ll send you the delivery address later. For now, I’ll leave without the cars," he said with a casual nod. 

"Of course, sir. We’ll await your instructions," the salesperson replied, bowing slightly out of respect. 

Exiting the dealership, Alexander paused. He admired the quiet streets of the upscale neighbourhood but knew there was one essential task left—finding a home spacious enough to accommodate his new lifestyle. He ordered another Uber without hesitation. 

“Marxist Homes,” he told the driver. 

“Yes, sir!” the driver confirmed, pulling away from the curb. 

Marxist Homes was synonymous with prestige, a real estate company catering exclusively to the rich. Owning a property from them was a mark of status, a silent declaration of one’s financial power. The mere mention of their name commanded respect. 

At their luxurious office, Alexander was greeted by Mr. Drones, the real estate manager, who wasted no time presenting an impressive portfolio. 

"This particular home is listed for $100 million," Mr. Drones explained, sliding a tablet across the polished desk. 

Alexander leaned forward, his eyes scanning the high-resolution images. The mansion was breathtaking—modern architecture surrounded by manicured gardens, with a private pool glistening under the sunlight. 

“I like this one. Can we go check it out now?” Alexander asked, already visualising himself and Zoe in the space. 

“Certainly, Mr. Alexander. Follow me,” Mr. Drones replied, grabbing his car keys. 

The drive to the estate was picturesque. Palm trees lined the streets, their swaying fronds giving the area an almost regal ambiance. When they arrived at the mansion, Alexander stepped out of the car and took in the sight before him. It was even more stunning in person. 

“I’ll take it,” Alexander declared without hesitation. “Send me your account details so I can make the transfer immediately.” 

Within minutes, the transaction was complete, and the keys to the mansion were in Alexander's hands. As he walked into his new home, a sense of pride and accomplishment washed over him. He texted the dealership his new address, ensuring his luxury cars would be delivered by evening. 

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The next morning, Alexander walked into the hospital dressed sharply in a tailored suit. His polished leather shoes echoed through the hallways as he made his way to Zoe’s room. 

“Dad?” Zoe’s voice trembled with disbelief. She could hardly recognise him. The man standing before her was a far cry from the struggling father she had known. 

“Is that really you, Dad?” She repeated, blinking rapidly. 

Alexander smiled warmly and approached her bedside. “It’s me, sweetheart.” 

Zoe’s eyes sparkled as she jumped off the bed and ran into his arms. “I love you, Dad,” she whispered, hugging him tightly. 

“I love you too, my little princess,” Alexander replied, kneeling to her level and running his fingers through her hair. “Let’s go home.” 

Hand in hand, they left the hospital. When Zoe saw the sleek, black Mercedes-Benz waiting outside, she froze. 

“This is… ours?” She stammered, her small hands covering her mouth in awe. 

Alexander grinned. “Let’s go home, and I’ll explain everything,” he said, opening the door with a flourish. 

The ride to their new house was filled with Zoe’s gasps and giggles as she took in the car’s luxurious interior. But her biggest surprise came when they arrived at the mansion. She stood frozen at the gates, her jaw dropping in amazement. 

“Dad…what happened?” She asked, her voice a mixture of wonder and confusion. 

Alexander crouched beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Daddy made an investment a while back. It just paid off,” he explained, though he knew the concept of investments was beyond her understanding. 

“Investments are when you put money in and get more back, right?” Zoe asked, tilting her head. 

“That’s right,” Alexander replied with a proud smile. “Now, let’s go inside.” 

Inside, Zoe’s excitement bubbled over as she explored every corner of the house. Her laughter echoed through the halls as she discovered the massive living room, the sparkling kitchen, and her very own bedroom, complete with a princess-themed bed. 

“This is the best day of my life, Dad!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. 

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Later that evening, as Alexander settled into his new home, his phone buzzed on the dining table. He picked it up and saw an email notification.

Subject: Custody Lawsuit Notice

From: Benjamin Clarke, Attorney at Law

Alexander opened the email calmly, his expression unreadable. The attached document was a formal lawsuit from Jeruel, seeking full custody of Zoe. He scrolled through the details without so much as a flicker of emotion, his focus razor-sharp.

“So, it’s court now,” he muttered, placing the phone back on the table with deliberate slowness.

He glanced toward the living room, where Zoe was giggling and stacking blocks into a precarious tower. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it vanished just as quickly.

His phone buzzed again. This time, it was Jeruel calling.

Alexander picked up without hesitation.

“You’re unbelievable, Alexander!” Jeruel’s voice cut through the line like a whip. “Do you really think you’re capable of giving Zoe the life she deserves?”

“She’s my daughter,” Alexander replied, his voice calm but firm.

“Your daughter?” Jeruel sneered. “You know very well she’s not yours. Stop pretending, Alexander, and give me back my daughter, you thief!”

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his tone controlled but cutting. “It’s not my fault you cheated while we were married, Jeruel. You slept with someone else, and yet this child bears my name. She’s as much my daughter as yours, and I won’t let you destroy her life just because of your mistakes.”

Jeruel’s laugh was sharp and cold. “Keep justifying it however you like, Alexander. Zoe is my daughter—my blood. And the court will side with me.”

“She’s happy with me,” Alexander countered, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “And I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way. You can try all you want, but you’re not taking her from me.”

“Keep dreaming,” Jeruel snapped. “We’ll see what the court thinks of your little act.” She hung up abruptly.

Alexander placed the phone back on the table, his face calm but his jaw set in determination.

He glanced again at Zoe, her innocent laughter filling the room as she carefully placed the final block on her tower.

“She’s my daughter,” Alexander said quietly, his voice laced with steely resolve. “And I’ll fight for her until the end.”