Alex, hesitant at first, decided to accept the bet partly because he wanted to see and study how Sugar fights. Soon, both men rose from their chairs and made their way to the boxing ring. Inside, Alex proceeded to wear boxing gear, but Sugar, smirking, told him they wouldn't be using any safety equipment. They were going to fight hand-to-hand like real men.Obviously, Alex was wary of this, as he didn't want to hurt his father's right-hand man. However, since Sugar persisted and acted like he could handle any attack, Alex agreed. He threw away the equipment he had already put on and assumed a warrior stance. The two circled each other, anticipating the first strike, while eyeing each other with predatory intent.Before the fight began, Sugar made it clear he wouldn't go easy, and Alex nodded, stating he wouldn't hold back either. Sugar beckoned him over, and with a confident smile, Alex thrust towards the aged right-hand man, hurling a punch towards a vulnerable area. His effort, howe
He took an imposing posture, breathed deeply, then appeared in front of Alex. He had moved so fast, faster than before, and Alex could barely foresee him coming that quickly. He swiftly thought of using his dragon fist again, but before he could take the proper stance, an almost deafening punch landed on his mandible. He wanted to do something, wanted to react, to block at least, but before he could, another unexpected painful punch hit his rib cage, followed by an uppercut, a cross, a hook to his head, two hefty body shots to his torso, a direct hit to his face, two to his liver, his neck, a leg swipe to unbalance him, and then a finishing kick straight to the chest that sent him plummeting to the ground, rolling to the end of the ring, and writhing in pain.Alex, folded on the ground, held all the parts of his body that hurt severely and breathed erratically. He wanted to stand to get back on his feet and show Sugar he still had it in him to win, but he couldn't. Even moving slight
Navigating through the house and reaching his bedroom, Alex entered the gigantic chamber with an astonished look. In all his life, he hadn't seen a room as spacious and stylish. Even the one he woke up in at his father's house was beautiful but not as gorgeous as this. Pacing around, he marveled at his decor; it truly had everything – a minimalist yet opulent interior, high-end glass doors leading to a balcony with a clear view of the city, and his favorite, patio furniture that blended well with the room. Everything was perfection.In the process of adoring his new room, Alex heard the swirling sound of the main door, resonated, and deduced that it must be Sugar leaving. Thinking about the Italian, Alex couldn't help but appreciate the verbal and physical training he gave him to prep for tomorrow's event and his journey into the upper-class world. However, during their physical training, he found it kind of bizarre that Sugar really wanted to hurt him and later had a change of attitu
There was personal thoughts, semi-autobiographies, love messages he wrote for his mum, pictures of him and her, and personal reflections. Reading one of his reflections, he wrote about how he did made a mistake, but then they weren't any follow up words because following pages rip away. But despite the lack of information, Alex didn't mind because he trusted his father, and he finally had something precious from him. Something that was a window to his thoughts, and also an insight to him and his mother's life. He had promised to learn more about his parents, yet this book had provided mostly enough. He would protect it at all cost. Darting his eyes at the clock in the library, he was blew away to find out that it was almost dusk. That means people, especially Kate and the Knights, would be here to take him to his party. He rose from his chair, his father's dairy in his hand, and paced to the living room where his tux laid. During some flew quick workout, and having something to eat,
It would be an understatement to say Alex's heart ached on seeing Kate doing such a thing to herself and his baby. With his legs now completely glued to the floor and his face completely livid upon witnessing the harm being done to his child, everybody present in the hall, even the media airing the party, contemplated why he wasn't moving and just staring solemnly at the Sinclairs. The Sinclairs, who definitely caught his gaze, whispered amongst themselves maliciously, then shot him an impassive expression. It seems like the twins were telling their aunt and parents about what Alex did to them, and they didn't welcome it.Stifling the fury that was slowly creeping inside him, and resisting the urge to stalk over to where Eve was and yank that bottle from her hands, Alex took a deep breath. He then purposefully made his way to the podium. On it, he captured the audience's attention, savoring the fact that just a few months ago, he was in a similar position, getting treated like a dog.
He made his way towards the washroom, and as he departed, some Knights approached, assuming the role of security, but he dismissed them confidently, asserting that he could handle any potential threats. Reluctantly, they left his side, and he wandered through the gigantic building, until he finally got to the men's bathroom. In it, he tried with everything he got to clean of the stubborn stain the drink caused, but despite his effort, it was still mildly visible in his coat. Exasperated, he breathed a sigh, and stalked out of the restroom, and back to his party. As he trudged back to main hall, he unknowingly missed the right path to the hall and end up in another corridor leading to somewhere unknown. He tried navigating his way back to where he came from, but then ended in another that led straight to a huge balcony overseeing the entire estate. Exhausted, Alex decided to call for help, but his actions was halted when he heard a wrathful yet velvet voice of a lady, echoing from the
Claire snickered lightly upon balancing herself and darted her eyes at the hand Alex had retracted from. Consequently, she folded both her arms tightly against each other, then locked eyes with Kate, staring challengingly. “I see you've told him about our family feud. You just never fail Kate. Just so f*cking dead set in bringing us to war with each other.” she crowed, and flickered her eyes at Alex, who, from his expression, looked both shocked and wrathful.“He had every right to know the type of people your family were: the atrocities they had committed, their track records, and worst of all, the lives they had ruined,” Kate blunted then also eyed Alex, whose facial was livid and body stiff. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, recalled an unforgettable relic of his past. Because truly he had, as Claire had just reminded of all the traumatic things he wished to forget, and the upcoming battles he would aimed to win. “Are you really a Del Rosario?” Alexander got a word in, and
She revealed. At first, he didn't quite know how he would react to the revelation partly because he could hardly comprehend it, as it was against everything he had believed. A Gate, someone who was the Lord's allie married to a Del Rosario, the people they both were supposed to hate. How was it possible? Why was it possible? Most importantly, wasn't the Gates supposed to be a family friend, why did this one acted confrontation with him? He understood that he didn't like him because of Claire, but he still feels like he doesn't and loathed him fro being what he was: a Lord.It struck him that Kate knew about this, but withheld it from him until this very last minute. He looked at her, seething at the fact that it took her a full blow confrontation to get something as substantial from her. He could only wonder what other things she might be hiding from him that wasn't supposed to be.“Get out of my way.” Vincent spitefully pushed him away, and he stumbled from their front to the side.