Anger has the ability to control people. It is the subconscious control of that which is conscious, and unless treated with caution, the possibilities of explosive behaviors cannot be assumed.
He was Alexander Garner.
He was the guy with questions.
They were his family.
They had all the answers, some.
When he burst in through the door, everybody expected him to start breaking things, what they did not expect was the eye contact he accorded them.
His eyes were scrutinizing them, trying to figure out who would lie first, trying to consider the reasons for their unrelated backgrounds.
Everyone seemed to squirm under his gaze, including his mother, but his father was too far lost to even think straight or even focus on what his only son was doing.
"son, have a seat. We need to talk."
"Papa, I have questions. What really happened? Why do I get snippets of burnt flesh?" at that, everyone looked up at him, surprised that he even remembered. There was no hiding now. They just had to tell him.
"son, have a seat, everyone, please get seated."
"Okay."
"First, Id like to apologize on behalf of everyone for twisting truths. You did not have a stroke kid, you collapsed because of the shock of what happened."
"but what happened? I only remember what happened until the explosion."
"Alright, you'll have to listen if you want to know."
The conversation was getting more tense, the room was growing hotter as Mr. Garner explained to his son what had happened. Up until their uncertainty of whether it was Lia or jenny who was blown to bits.
He also told his son his doubts about what happened. How everything did go up in flames so conveniently. How he needed to know whether Alex had known Lia had a close friend, one she would get so worked up about. He even told his son of the possibility that jenny was Lia's sister.
At that Ryan flinched, but he regained composure way too quick for anyone to notice.
Alex did leave no question unasked and his family answered all of them. They even brought forth the DNA results.
Alex was convinced miss beautiful was still alive.
He was sure his pretty woman was still alive. He just had to find her. As the days went by, his obsession pushed him into taking an official leave despite having left Mauritius some time back.
He knew he had been away from the company but he also knew his father would take care of it while he left. He was aware jay would retaliate soon, and he had to prepare for that. He needed to reorganize himself.
He no longer needed to go to the therapist again because everything finally made sense. But he had to know whether Lia was dead or alive.
He needed peace.
Just as every person in his situation would, Alex prepared himself.
He had strategies in his head, spent long nights thinking, remembering the conversations he had had with several people about Lia, his conversation with Ryan before the exchange took place. He even considered the possibility that he was being played, but he was too much in love to think of that.
For him, Lia was innocent and dead or alive, she would either find his woman or keep her memory untainted.
And that, may or may not have been his greatest mistake, but surely, she wouldn't.
Would she?
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Third person pov
The beautiful one was neither dead nor was she alive.
Instead, she was just breathing.
She needed a break from all she had been doing lately. The bastard had taken the bait and she knew she was right. That motherfucker was the one who forced her into being miserable.
The beautiful one thought of all the hardships she had gone through in life because of that bastard and she swore revenge. She was angry at her past, angry at the bastard that put her here, the one that snatched her the love of family, the bastard who owed her everything.
She had had her suspicions that the bastard was back in town, or maybe that motherfucker had not even skipped town in the first place. She was hurt.
She was broken.
She was damaged.
She was trapped.
She was ruined, almost.
She was just breathing.
She wanted to live.
But she couldn't.
And it was all the bastard's fault.
The bastard was going to pay.
That she had sworn to herself and to Jenny.
So she made plans, several plans, and alternatives in case things did not go her way. But she was always a pro at making plans, plans that were not good for anyone except for her. She knew she had to settle some scores before she went back to Alex.
She needed time to think, time to go over every plan carefully, something that she could not do if she still had to keep Alex safe. Alex could handle himself, but the beautiful one did not want to have him do that just because of Lia.
She loved this man with everything she had and didn't have. She loved him so much it hurt her to see him suffer. Before Alex had been discharged from the hospital, the beautiful one had paid her doctor to be the doctor of Alex.
The doctor was to take extremely good care of Alex until he got better and he had to recommend the data prince a good therapist in case there was a need for one.
The doctor had to install a camera in Alex's hospital room so that she could listen in to all the conversations and watch everyone that interacted with him, everyone that case in and went out. It was during one of the surveillance times that she saw the bastard get in Alex's room and talk to an unconscious Alex.
Only then did she realize that the little trinket hadn't left town after everything. Instead, the bastard had the nerve to stay. It's a good thing the little piece of shit had taken the bait. Finally, there was progress.
The beautiful one knew that if she had told Alex her plans, he would not have let her go alone; he would not have given her any space. He cared too much, and he loved too much and that was going to be his downfall someday.
Sure, Alex had everything at his disposal, working in a gang, and being the CEO of his company, he had the resources, but Lia, she was hell on earth even though he could be heaven in itself.
Beyond the sweet smiles and kind gestures, was a broken little girl, one whose childhood had been stolen, one who was forced to do things to survive. She was the girl harassed by life to the point that she had to face life. And she was right, Alex was too possessive a guy and loved her way too much, more than she deserved.
So she made a choice, one that she did not care whether or not she would regret it.
What mattered to the beautiful one was her scores settled. She had to disappear along with Jenny for a while, but the only way to do that was to get another woman to pose as Jenny and do everything she was told.
The explosion did not harm her not did it harm the girl she threatened into becoming a Jenny.
Lia knew her trap was well set, she knew how her sister thought, how she handled things. She knew about Jia's gang, the one that had torn their family apart. She had everything down to the last bit. Her men would handle this "Jenny" and everything would be okay.
This was the only way she could think of to get Jia to come out of her shell.
Lia wanted to face Jia, her eldest sister.
They had things to settle.
And she had to do it, soon.