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*warning: long ass chapter*
I hope you don't hate me after this.

❝My broken heart is now a piece of art.❞

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Alexander was standing in front of this desk looking at the bright screen in front of him. His foot was tapping nervously the floor and his hair was a curly mess as he ran his fingers through it a lot. He had a weird feeling, everything seemed to be going according to the plan but he couldn't help but think that something was off. It was almost too easy.

The men, his friends, would be there soon to get their part of the deal, the girls. He only hoped that Angelina would come to her senses and agree to sign the damn papers, then he could get rid of her without any problems. Harry was in jail and Ethan was dead, no one would get in his way anymore and no one would be there to save her this time.

He had sent Daniel to talk to her and give her a little help so that she could decide more easily. Angelina was a girl with a kind heart, that was her flaw, she cared too much and trusted people easily. She wouldn't let those innocent girls die because of her, she would make the right decision.

Alexander couldn't help but think that she was just like her mother, his beloved Veronica. She was so kind and clueless, she made mistakes because of that, she married that bästard Maxwell Starr and now she was dead. If she had chosen him, loved him, married him everything would have been so different. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, she would have been protected from the dangers lurking in the dark, she would be happy and he would have a real family. That's what Alexander wanted, a family. He had the chance to have one, but both times he was let down by the women he loved.

But that belonged to the past. Now he didn't want that anymore... No, he wanted money, he wanted power. And he would get that soon. Sweet Angelina would sign the papers and as soon as that happened he would give her to Daniel like promised. She wouldn't be needed anymore. Why keep a orphan who reminded him of the ones he hated? She was a pain to him, from the first time he took her to stay with him he knew that she would make him feel miserable. And she did. Everyday he had to watch her smile, laugh, talk about the things she liked and ask about her parents. It always angered him when she looked at him with love, like he was her savior, her blue eyes would sparkle and it reminded him of Veronica. He hated it. He hated her. He stills remembers the time when the ten years old Angelina had stormed into him office crying her eyes out because of a nightmare she had had, she had ran to him and she had hugged him so tightly, she had taken his breath away. Her small, trembling hands had fisted his shirt as she cried to his chest and she had told him something that until this very day haunted his dreams.

"Please, Uncle Alexander, promise me that you won't leave me like mum and dad did. Promise me. I'm afraid, I don't want to be alone."