Dylan's POV
My hands clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My breathing was ragged, my chest rising and falling with the rage that was exploding inside me. The news of my affair spread so quickly, destroying the image I had carefully built up. But I wasn’t a fool. I always had a way to turn things around.
"Mr. Dylan, I've been looking into the origins of that photo," my bodyguard reported in a trembling voice.
"But... all the media are keeping their mouths shut. No one wants to talk, as if they're being protected by someone more powerful than you," he repeated.
My eyes narrowed sharply. "Give them money, you fool!" I hissed angrily.
"I've tried, sir. I've even threatened them, but no one has wavered. Someone is behind all this."
My anger exploded. Without thinking, I swung my fist, hitting him hard in the face.
"You're incompetent! You can't even take care of something this small!"
The bodyguard staggered back, blood seeping from the corner of his lips. But I didn't care. I caught my breath, trying to think.
Then Gisella's name flashed through my mind.
Two months ago, I ran into her and left her on the street. When I went back to remove the trail, her body was gone. At first I was sure she was dead, but now? I began to doubt what I had believed.
I hissed, gripping my hair in frustration. "Damn... don't tell me she's alive ...."
I turned around, leaving the bodyguard who was now lying unconscious. I walked to the study, retrieving the documents that I had been hiding. Without thinking, I stepped into the back garden, lit a match, and threw it at the pile of papers.
Tongues of flame licked at my secret papers, destroying all evidence of my crimes. I wouldn't let anyone find this. Never.
"Dylan, what are you doing?"
The sharp voice made me turn my head. Alexa stood behind me, her face tense.
"I'm erasing the traces of my crime," I replied.
"Did you find out who was behind the news?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"Everyone is keeping their mouths shut. But I will find that person, and destroy him," I hissed.
Alexa clicked her tongue. "Do it quickly. I don't want my name involved in your rotten scandal!"
My eyes narrowed. I gripped her wrist tightly. "Stop talking like you're innocent. You told me to run him over!" I snapped.
Alexa gave me a sharp look, then laughed sarcastically. "But stupid you, Dylan, you didn't make sure she died! Now look at the consequences."
Without thinking, I delivered a slap to her face. Alexa fell silent, but the flash of anger in her eyes remained.
Before she could reply, one of my men ran over, breathless. "Mr. Dylan! There's bad news!"
"What now?!" I snapped.
He gulped. "The video of you and Ms. Alexa is all over social media and television news."
The world seemed to stop spinning. I immediately grabbed my phone, flipping through the latest news.
My blood ran cold. My body froze.
The video was real. Shit! It was all recorded!
The cell phone in my hand slid to the floor, cracking instantly.
Alexa screamed hysterically. "Asshole! How could this happen?! Everyone saw my body!"
"It's not just you, Alexa! Me too!" I roared.
Anger coursed through my blood, burning every inch of my body. I punched the wall, leaving a red stain on its surface.
"Who did all this?" I shouted.
Alexa suddenly whispered, her face filled with hatred. "It must have been Gisella. There was no one else in the room but her and your mom."
I froze. "Gisella?
No way. She's a weak woman. She's not someone who could have designed this. But, if not her, who else?
"Especially since we couldn't find her body after the accident," Alexa continued.
I took a deep breath.
"Okay. If she did it...." I grinned wickedly. "I'll lure her out of hiding."
Alexa looked at me suspiciously. "What are you planning?"
My grin grew wider. I pulled out my cell phone and called someone.
"I need a vulgar photo of a woman with another man. I'll send you her face. Make sure it looks real, then spread it to the media," I said.
Alexa chuckled, her eyes shining with hatred. "For Gisella?"
I nodded. Alexa immediately hugged me tightly, kissing my lips. "Well done, baby ...."
But before I could savor my victory, a noise from outside caught my attention.
"Mr. Dylan! Our house is under attack!"
I ran outside. The sight that greeted me made my blood boil.
My house was destroyed. Glass shattered, rocks scattered on the ground. People were shouting outside the fence, throwing more objects at the house.
I clenched my fists, my jaw hardening.
"Who dares to challenge me?"
Then a notification popped up on my phone. I stared angrily at the screen.
A cold smile spread across my face.
"I'll do it now," I muttered as I stared at the vulgar photo of Gisella that had been manipulated with another man.
"The game is just beginning,” I whispered.
