CHAPTER 33: HE WOULD MAKE HER AN ORPHAN TOO.

Later that night after everyone had gone to sleep, Alexander sat in the bar, downing some wine. But he wasn’t alone, Ethan was leaning against the wall, watching him with a frown.

"Are you planning on getting drunk? What’s wrong? Did anyone say something?" Ethan asked. Alexander could hear the slight concern in his tone and it irritated him further. He wasn’t a child, he didn’t need anyone’s concern.

He took the glass of wine to his lips and poured the liquid down his throat, then asked, "what makes you think someone said something?"

"What else would make you sit here, looking miserable as if your first love just broke your heart?"

Alexander scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded to his ears. "Never mind," he said, pouring himself more wine. "What about the necklace? Were you able to get it?"

Hearing that, Ethan approached him. He settled on the chair opposite him and dropped a jewelry box on the table. "Yes. Though it was a really tough auction... But seriously, boss, what has gotten into you lately? First, it was purchasing a whole complex of clothes, and now you spent two billion dollars on a god damn necklace? What the fuck? This doesn’t make sense at all."

"Yeah, it doesn’t make sense, just like how you think I owe you some explanation."

"This is different. As your assistant, I need to know how we got to this level. Two billion dollars is a freaking condo in South Caspress..."

"Talk about that one more time, and I swear, I will clock you," he warned.

Alexander’s blood was already on fire, and listening to Ethan’s lectures felt like adding gasoline to a burning inferno. If it were to be someone else, they would have had their face introduced to the floor before they could even finish the first sentence.

This wasn’t about how much money he spent, it was about getting the necklace. Now that he had it, he could move further to his next plan.

He reached for the elegant velvet jewelry box and took out the diamond necklace. Alexander was quite surprised by how valuable it looked. The pendant was an upside-down triangle, each diamond was finely cut and radiated from every angle. This was one of the best looking diamonds he had ever seen, and it made him wonder where Anna got it from.

"Did you do the research I told you to?" He asked.

"There wasn’t enough time, but I got some information. The necklace was carved specially by Mr. Reeves, France’s greatest jewelry dealer about seventy years ago. It was a present for the first heiress in the bloodline of The Steele. And for years, it had only been passed down to the generation of heiress," Ethan explained.

"Do you mean pass down to only heiresses?"

"Yes."

Alexander was confused. If the necklace was meant for the heiress in the family, then why was Anna in possession of it. She wasn’t even legitimate, she was the daughter of her father’s mistress.

Something was wrong somewhere. It was either Anna stole it from her sister, or got it from someone else entirely. Then why did she want it so badly, that she would do anything just to get it?

Alexander’s mind was a jumble of thoughts. He observed the necklace one last time before putting it back into the box. He would get back to it later, but for now he needed to relax his head first.

"Confusing, right?" Ethan crossed his arms against his chest. "Your wife was in the auction with Seith, and there was also a strange guy who was in an intense competition with him regarding the necklace. Do you want me to look into it?"

"I don’t care. But if you want to look into the guy, then you’re free. I also want to know what his deal was. The necklace, or the other two."

Ethan nodded.

Taking the box, Alexander made his way to his room with Ethan trailing behind him. Reaching his bedroom, he hid the jewelry box in his secret safe.

"You are not going to give it to her?" Ethan asked.

"No," was Alexander’s short reply.

"Why? I thought you got it for her..."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ethan, but I won’t give it to her. Now, you can get out," he hissed. Ethan mumbled something he couldn’t hear before he walked out.

Once he was gone, Alexander changed into his sleeping robe and lay on the bed. Not that he would ever find sleep, and if eventually he did, those nightmares would return. He could already feel them hovering over his head, waiting for the moment he closed his eyes so that they would torment him, and he wasn’t ready for any of that. He was already in turmoil from what Anna said to him, and he was still surprised that he didn’t lash out at her. That was unlike him. The thug who teased him about being an abandoned orphan seven years ago surely regretted it before he died from the head injury he gave to him. And from that day on, no one, not even his boss, Viktor, dared to call him that, at least not in front of him.

Being called an orphan always rekindled past memories and emotions, it reminded him of the beautiful life he had before everything turned upside down.

The life where John Ford married his mother when he was five. John Ford created heaven for both him and his mother. He would take them to beautiful places around the world and give them whatever they wanted. Not only that, he also had a son his age who he could play with. That was Seith. He and Seith were very close then and did everything together. They were more like twins, only that Seith was five months older than him. Life was great, until George Steele decided to snatch the light away and trust him into darkness. He took everything away from him the second he murdered his mother in the most cold-blooded way in front of his eyes.

Now, his daughter had the audacity to call him a lonely orphan, when her father made him one.

Alexander scoffed bitterly. Maybe it was time he made her an orphan too. To make her feel the same way he felt by not having anyone to look up to. He would make her regret ever calling him that.