My Deadly Desire

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Heartbreaks and Kisses

Isabella's POV

Alexander's abrupt departure from the room after that cryptic phone call didn't sit well with me. Maybe it was the exhausting day or the curiosity that had been piqued by his mysterious conversation, but I wasn't about to let him slip away that easily.

"It's a bit rude to just leave the room like that, you know," I remarked as he made his way towards the bedroom.

Alexander didn't respond, merely glancing back at me before stating, "I'm tired. I need some sleep."

Well, that wasn't going to fly with me. "If you want me to play the part of your wife," I quipped, "then it's only fair that you play the part of my husband and actually talk to me when I want to."

Alexander halted in his tracks, his back to me as he let out a heavy sigh. He turned around, his face a mix of exhaustion and exasperation. "Isabella, I'm not in the mood for this right now. It's been a long day."

Ah, a long day. Just what I needed to hear. "Well, welcome to my world, Mr. Harrington," I retorted with a smirk. "Weddings, fancy events, and endless conversations about our 'bright future' are exhausting. But that's the role we signed up for, isn't it?"

Alexander didn't respond immediately, his jaw clenched as he processed my words. After a brief moment, he finally spoke. "You're right. I just need some rest tonight. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see. The great and mighty Alexander Harrington is too tired to engage in a conversation. What a revelation."

He sighed again, his patience wearing thin. "Isabella, it's not about being 'great and mighty.' I'm genuinely exhausted."

"Exhausted from all that smiling and nodding, I presume?" I couldn't resist a teasing tone, but the exhaustion in his eyes made me relent slightly. "Alright, fine, you can sleep."

I was about to turn around and get ready for sleep when Alexander's voice, out of the blue, stopped me in my tracks. "Do you think your boyfriend really loved you?" he asked, his tone so casual that it was almost unsettling.

I turned around, a swirl of confusion and frustration brewing within me. "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a surge of irritation. What business did he have prying into my past?

Alexander, ever the enigmatic figure, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and collected. "You don't know anything, Isabella. You should thank me because I saved you from that prick."

Oh, this was not going to go down well. "Excuse me?" I replied, my voice laced with irritation. "You have no right to pass judgment on my past relationships."

Alexander raised an eyebrow, his demeanor unruffled. "I'm not passing judgment. I'm just stating the facts."

Facts? What did he know about my previous relationships? I couldn't help but feel my anger flare up. "You think you can just waltz into my life and start dissecting my past?" I snapped. "I don't recall inviting you to be my relationship counselor."

Alexander's calm exterior remained unshaken. "I'm not here to be your counselor, Isabella. I'm just making an observation."

An observation? Well, I had some observations of my own. "You know, you may be a wealthy and successful businessman, but that doesn't give you the right to belittle my past," I retorted.

Alexander leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me, unwavering. "Isabella, I'm not belittling your past. I'm just ensuring that you have a clear view of your life moving forward."