Alexander stood by the door, his expression carved from stone. As if by habit, his gaze flicked to the security camera in the hallway.
Catherine didn't know it yet, but the day she announced, at barely eighteen, that she was going to "live on her own," Alexander had quietly bought this entire building.
Independence, yes. Unprotected? Never.
He checked the cameras regularly. Last night, she hadn't come home.
She had lied to him.
And that wasn't the worst of it.
The footage showed her returning the next morning, wearing the same clothes as the day before, escorted by none other than Maximilian. The same Maximilian she had tried to kill just days ago.
Alexander had three back-to-back cases and had assumed the man would be gone by the time he wrapped up court.
The cameras told a different story.
So here he was.
And now, he intended to find out exactly how far his sister was willing to lie.
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