undoubtedly, Jackson is a Psychopathy.
Alex had not moved a muscle. Nevertheless, his eyes darted dangerously at Jackson, who stood before him with a sinister grin. He recognized him instantly—the same man who had tried to rape his girlfriend in the hotel just days ago. This was also the same man her family wanted her to marry by all means. He locked his gaze on Jackson, fully aware that the son of a bitch was a psychopath. He knew he had to think carefully before making a move; any miscalculation could put Anastasia in serious danger, and he didn’t want that.In that moment, Alex felt the energy from his ring surging through him. He knew his strength was heightened; it coursed through his veins, empowering him. But with that power came a warning: if he decided to confront this psycho, the psycho could end up severely injured. Even so, he didn’t care about the consequences of his heightened energy; all he wanted was to save Anastasia from this monster.“I say, fuck off, you!” Jackson yelled again, shoving Anastasia agains
Just as Alex lifted the plank high above his head, poised to strike, Jackson's heart lurched. Paralyzed with fear, he braced himself for the agonizing blow. But then—nothing. His body trembled as he realized the impact never came. Alex had deliberately missed, the plank grazing just inches from Jackson’s vulnerable spot.Alex’s lips curled into a dark smile, his cold eyes glinting as he stood tall, towering over Jackson. “The police are on their way,” Alex announced, his voice calm, almost mocking. He flicked his fingers against Jackson’s forehead, the gesture dismissive, like swatting a fly. Jackson crumpled further, helpless, powerless beneath the weight of Alex's presence.Alex strode toward the living room, his steps echoing ominously in the air. He was in control. He didn’t need to say more; Jackson’s defeat was already etched on the floor beneath him. When Anastasia saw Alex enter the living room, relief flooded her face. She rushed into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.
Commissioner Johnson was a man who had never accepted any unlawful money. He prided himself on his integrity and took his responsibilities seriously, never compromising the high standards of his position. Over the years, many had tried to sway him, but none had succeeded. To him, upholding justice was not just a job—it was a duty he carried on his shoulders with unwavering commitment.When the phone rang that afternoon, and Mrs. Nexera’s voice filled the receiver, Johnson wasn’t surprised by her attempt to offer him something under the table. It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to influence him with promises of favors or money, and it wouldn’t be the last. Hearing what she proposed made him smirk, just like the others who had tried before her. She was desperate, like many who had crossed his path.“Are you offering me a bribe, Mrs. Nexera?” His voice remained calm, though the hint of amusement in his tone was unmistakable. He knew the type—polite, elegant, trying to disguise co
Alex could feel their eyes on him, wide with shock and disbelief, as though they were seeing a ghost. Even Anastasia, who already knew the truth, seemed momentarily stunned, as though hearing it anew made the reality sink in on a different level. He saw her eyes flicker with both surprise and awe, her expression mirroring the astonishment that gripped the others.“What did you say?” Mr. Stewart’s voice finally broke the silence, and Alex could tell he hadn’t fully processed it. He decided to speak more clearly, perhaps louder, allowing the weight of his words to fill the room as he laid out the story behind his identity, each word drawing gasps from his stunned audience.With every revelation, Mr. Stewart and Juliet’s faces softened from initial shock to something much closer to remorse. It was dawning on them just how much they had underestimated Alex. A heaviness seemed to settle over both of them as they finally grasped who Alex truly was.“You’re really Sebastian Carter’s heir?” M
Everything that had just happened still felt like a dream. Even after Anastasia and Alex had left the celebration, they still couldn’t contain their joy.First, they imagined how they would start living their lives from now on. Nancy, who once controlled every move of the company, would now be scrambling to contact them. She would call repeatedly, begging them to save the company from its impending downfall.They shared a smirk. “Please, Juliet,” they both began, imitating Nancy’s frantic voice, “you know you’re my daughter. I raised you with my own hands; come through for your family now, or else you’re doomed!” They burst out laughing, the tension melting away in shared humor.Next, they imagined the oncoming flood of requests from other companies, desperate to partner with them now that they had sealed a deal with Sebastian Southlake. After years of struggling for recognition, they could finally envision a future filled with growth and success. Their minds raced with possibilities,
Anastasia stepped closer to him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. She tilted him slightly toward the window, wanting to get more light on his back so she could see the injury clearly. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the jagged wound."It looks deep, almost like something clawed at you. And it’s fresh. Did Jackson hurt you yesterday, Alex?"Her voice held a quiet worry that tugged at Alex’s heart. But he wasn’t ready to tell her about the dream—not yet. The nightmares had shaken him, blurring the line between dream and reality. The horror of it had somehow spilled over into the real world, leaving him with this wound. He couldn’t tell Anastasia until he understood it himself.Instead, he glanced down at the ring on his finger, studying it in silence. After a few moments, he looked back at her, offering a reassuring smile to ease her concern.“I’ll go see a doctor this morning. But let’s have breakfast first,” he said softly, trying to calm her with his tone.Anastasia held his
"Anastasia, my dear, I think you should consider shifting your wedding date to before or after the 8th," Juliet suggested over the phone, her voice laced with urgency.But she stopped there, offering no further explanation.Anastasia’s brows knitted in confusion. Why was her mother suggesting a date change? She motioned for Alex to come closer, putting the call on speaker.“What did you say, Mother?” Anastasia asked, as if she hadn’t heard correctly the first time.Juliet took a deep breath. “Anastasia, you understand how important public image is to our family, don’t you? A billionaire from overseas is coming to Southlake to hold his wedding on the 8th—the same date as yours. If that happens, no one will be talking about your wedding. All the attention and the lavish display we’d planned will be overshadowed. It’ll be a missed opportunity for us, for the business.”Anastasia heard the worry in her mother’s voice, a tone she knew too well. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to feel the s
Everywhere Nancy turned, Warren Buffett’s name filled the air like an unavoidable whisper. Whether she was out on the road, sipping coffee in a lounge, or sitting in her own living room with the news murmuring in the background, Warren Buffett was the main topic. It was like he was haunting her, a shadow of success that loomed over her every waking moment.He was a wealthy man with deep roots in Southlake, having moved to the United States as a child. His father had once been a well-respected figure in town, and Warren’s legacy was carved in the hearts of the people. Rumor had it he’d offered scholarships to struggling Southlake students, supported families who’d nearly lost everything, and even helped rebuild local businesses. The townspeople adored him, saw him as a hero—while Nancy sat quietly, feeling the weight of her family’s diminishing fortunes.Nancy’s mouth tightened as she watched the news, Warren’s face beaming on the screen, his wedding soon to be broadcast as if it were