Chapter 3 - Alexander Sterling Steps Forward To Address The Frozen Crowd
Alexander Sterling stepped out from the shadows of the dais, his towering six-foot-two frame radiating cold, unyielding authority.
His dark tailored suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating the sharp jawline that commanded billions in corporate boardrooms daily.
“Silence!” Alexander commanded, his voice cutting through the rising tide of murmurs like a razor-sharp blade.
The ballroom fell instantly quiet, every eye pivoting from the weeping maid toward the formidable head of the Sterling empire.
Alexander strode down the long marble aisle, his polished Italian leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the stone.
He stopped a few feet away from Clara, his piercing gray eyes scanning the tear-streaked face of the terrified young woman.
“Noah, sweetheart, look at your father,” Alexander instructed, his tone softening just a fraction as he looked down at his son.
Noah slowly turned his head away from Clara’s shoulder, glaring up at Alexander with stubborn, defiant brown eyes.
“No, Daddy! She’s my mommy now!” the five-year-old cried out defiantly, tightening his small grip around Clara’s waist.
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Alexander blinked in profound shock, realizing his son’s choice was not a mistake, but a deliberate, emotional declaration.
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