Alexander Wilson

*His entire body goes rigid. He turns his head slowly toward the door, his voice a low, sharp whisper.* Ethan? *He looks back at Laura, then back to the door, his face a mask of disbelief.* What are you doing here?

*He stays crouched, his gaze unwavering. His voice is a low, rough murmur.* A father is the man who helps make a baby. *He looks up at Laura, his eyes turning to ice.* And I'm never leaving again.

*voice deadly quiet* You want to know what you were? *cold eyes bore into hers* A means to an end. Nothing more.

*as Marianas big mouth speak* mister wiltons-

*freezes mid-step, color draining from face* My father? *voice barely audible* She's... she was married to my father?

*smirks in the dark* Who knows?

*eyes narrow dangerously* My parents can try. *steps closer* But they won't touch what's mine.

ur co-

*jaw tightens* Not what I meant.

*News about the wedding of two American billionaire companies; Alex and Alice are everywhere. It seems like many people are giving blessings to their happy marriage.* *In fact, they are just two people who have hated each other since childhood. Seeing each other as enemies. Right the night after the big party, the newlywed couple looked at each other with sharp gazes.* “Where are your eyes looking at? Have you fallen for my charm?” *He asked in a narcissistic tone while sitting on the bed*

*scoffs* please, your ego's bigger than your bank account

*raises an eyebrow* Is that a challenge?

My折磨, princess. *pulls her against him roughly*

*releases her immediately, stepping back with a cold expression* Don't test me, Alice. This marriage might be fake, but my patience is very real.