Chapter 277
The air grew thick with tension as Alexander's imposing presence filled the room. Vanessa could barely breathe under his crushing glare. Her knees trembled violently, threatening to give out beneath her.
She knew without a doubt—Alexander wasn’t bluffing.
He would tear out her tongue without a second thought.
Vanessa was stunned by the sheer intensity of his protectiveness over Evelyn. He wouldn’t tolerate even the slightest insult directed at her.
Alexander didn’t waste another second. The moment he turned away, Vanessa collapsed onto the cold marble floor, her body weak with fear.
She had never experienced such suffocating terror before.
Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she refused to accept defeat.
"Absolutely not." Vanessa dragged herself to her room, locking the door behind her. With shaking hands, she dialed a number. "Hello, Damian?"
Meanwhile, Evelyn watched as Alexander strode out of Whitmore Manor, a flicker of confusion crossing her gaze.
"Why were you gone so long?" Evelyn questioned, her voice laced with concern.
Alexander's jaw tightened, his stormy gaze darkening.
Without a word, he yanked her into the car, pulling her roughly onto his lap. His grip was ironclad, trapping her against him.
The atmosphere turned electric with tension, thick enough to choke on.
Before Evelyn could process his actions, his mouth claimed hers in a bruising, desperate kiss. It was wild, untamed—a storm of hunger and barely restrained fury.
Her thoughts scattered, her body stiffening in shock.
What the hell is wrong with Alexander?
"Mm—Alex—!" she gasped against his lips.
"Don’t speak," he growled, his voice rough. "Right now, I just need to feel you."
Normally, Alexander was the epitome of control—cold, composed, unshakable.
But not tonight.
Vanessa’s games shouldn’t have gotten to him. Yet beneath the surface, something primal had snapped.
Possessiveness. Jealousy. A fire he couldn’t extinguish.
The kiss deepened, turning savage. He devoured her like a man starved, as if he could erase every trace of anyone else who dared to linger in her thoughts.
Evelyn’s pulse hammered, her breath stolen by the sheer intensity of him.
She had never seen him like this—unhinged, desperate, needing.
And it terrified her.
Because for the first time, she realized just how deep his obsession ran.
Evelyn's lips were kiss-swollen, a deep crimson that matched the flush spreading across her cheeks.
The air inside the car grew thick, charged with tension. Just as Evelyn felt lightheaded from lack of oxygen, Alexander finally pulled away.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitching. "Who the hell is Damian?" His voice was low, dangerous. "First Ethan, now him? Mrs. Whitmore, you seem to have quite the fan club."
Evelyn blinked up at him, feigning innocence.
Alexander exhaled sharply. "Are you trying to drive me insane with jealousy?"
"Damian is like family to Sophia," Evelyn explained quickly. "There’s nothing between us."
"Ten minutes ago, Vanessa told me you and Damian had history."
"And you believed her?"
"Of course not."
"Then why are you—"
"Because hearing another man’s name next to yours makes me want to punch something." His hands framed her face, tilting her chin up before claiming her mouth again in a searing kiss.
His tongue swept in, possessive and demanding, leaving no space for argument—only heat.
Evelyn's pulse raced wildly, beyond her control. The kiss was electrifying, so intense it threatened to steal her breath away.
When their lips finally parted, Alexander pulled her flush against him, his grip firm and possessive.
"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
Pressed against his chest, Evelyn listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. A warmth spread through her, softening her defenses.
He seemed to crave these moments of closeness as much as she did.
"Could it be… he actually cares for me?" The thought sent a flutter through her stomach.
Embarrassed by her own hopefulness, she buried her face deeper into his embrace.
For the first time in her life, Evelyn felt truly wanted—cherished in a way she'd never known before.
There was something undeniably magnetic about Alexander. Whenever he was near, an unshakable sense of safety wrapped around her like a shield.
Yet the question lingered in the back of her mind—who was Alexander Whitmore, really?