✶ Ch. IV ✶

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❝ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ
ʟᴜsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ❞

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Alexander was reading trough the letter for one last time, he had in idea. He needed to get that rumor dismissed, his legacy could relay on it. But he couldn't do that to Thomas he couldn't bring him down with him, he loved him too much. So he came up with a plan, he had paid Reynolds to use his wife. He followed the true story except some details and names of course, the writing that he named "The Reynolds Pamphlet" Was ready to publish. There's just one more thing to do, send a letter to Thomas.

Thomas was doing work, he was worried about what would Hamilton do. He was too obsessed with his legacy not do do anything about the small rumor barley anyone knew. His thoughts were cut off by a knock "Come in" One of his slaves walked in with a letter in hand "sir this arrived for you" He quickly got curious "Give it to me" She gave him the letter and exited the office.

Thomas stared at the letter in his hands, he recognized the handwriting as Alexanders, he opened it and was met with more then the usual love letter

'My dearest, Thomas (see what I did there? 👀)
I've decided to expose my self, this rumor needs to be shout down. I was originally going to expose you with me but that would not only make more damage to me but to you too. I couldn't do that to you as I love you too much for that to happen. I've paid Reynolds to use his wife as a replacement in the papers I'm going to publish. She is a perfect target as she is commonly known as a whore. But to get to the point, I shall expose everything and everyone expect you, my love.

Yours truly, A. Ham' (these letter references tho)

Thomas was at loss of words, he speared him. He said he loved him. He's going to expose and ruin himself but not Thomas...

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Fuck I'm late again! So sorry my dears!
Here's this I'm gonna end this soon so be prepared my dear reader!

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