Chapter 143

#144 “You Turned Him Against Me.”

Sophia remained silent throughout as Alexander informed Megan that she had been exposed. She sat stoically, her eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension, and Sophia’s silence only added to the gravity of the situation.

When Alexander mentioned London, Sophia’s curiosity heightened. Her mind raced to the research he had hinted at during their conversation at the airport.

“What about London, Alexander?” Megan asks defensively. “I haven’t even set foot there.”

Sophia, maintaining her composed demeanor, observed the exchange closely. The mention of London brought a new layer of intrigue to the unfolding confrontation.

The subtleties in Megan’s reaction did not escape Sophia’s discerning gaze, and she wondered how Alexander would navigate this part of the revelation.

“You didn’t have to go there to cause trouble, did you?” Alexander smiled a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He relished the slow unveiling of Megan’s predicament, savoring every moment as she gradually lost control.

“Speak straight,” Megan squealed, her voice filled with anxiety.

Megan’s eyes darted nervously as Alexander continued, ” My investigators also discovered that you’ve been pulling strings, Megan. Inciting the masses, spreading negativity about Sophia, and even paying off the protester who attacked her.”

The revelation landed like a bomb, shattering the illusion of innocence that Megan desperately clung to.

“You can’t prove any of that, Alexander,” she protested, her voice losing a touch of its earlier confidence.

But Alexander, undeterred, pressed on, “Oh, I can. I’ve got the evidence right here.” With a flourish, he produced documents detailing the web of manipulation Megan had woven in London.

Megan’s fingers trembled as she reached for the papers, scanning them with growing unease. “This is a setup. You’re twisting the truth!”

Alexander’s gaze remained unwavering. “The truth has a way of revealing itself, Megan.”

The confrontation shifted gears as Alexander delved into the night they supposedly spent together.

“And then there’s this,” he said, revealing a small tablet. “Surveillance footage from that night at the bar.”

Megan’s eyes widened as the video played, clearly depicting her deceit. “I… this is not what it looks like,” she stammered, her desperation growing.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Care to explain how you ended up in my bed after drugging me?

Oh, wait I can. My apartment also has hidden cameras. As you can see we haven’t done anything.”

Megan, now on the defensive, tried to divert the conversation. “What about the pregnancy, Alexander?

You can’t prove that’s a lie.”

Alexander’s gaze pierced through her,” Can’t I?” He produced another set of documents, revealing inconsistencies in Megan’s purported hospital reports. “Fake pregnancy tests, Megan? Really?”

Panic flashed across Megan’s face as she scrambled for an explanation. ” You’re digging into personal matters now. It’s none of your business.”

Alexander leaned in, a predator closing in on its prey. “When your personal matters spill into my life, they become my business.”

The room, once a sanctuary for Megan’s manipulations, now felt like a cage closing in. Her emotions now shifted to hesitation and panic.

Sophia, a silent yet imposing figure throughout, observed the unraveling drama with an icy detachment.

Her expression revealed nothing, but her presence spoke volumes – a silent judge witnessing the exposure of a master manipulator.

The office seemed to pulse with the charged energy of a brewing storm. Megan, the architect of her own demise, unleashed a torrent of emotions as she confronted Alexander and Sophia. The air was thick with tension, and the polished veneer of the office now mirrored the shattered illusions that surrounded them.

Megan’s eyes blazed with despair and anger as she directed her fury at Sophia, convinced that everything was the stoic woman’s fault. In her emotional whirlwind, Megan stormed towards Sophia, ready to slap her across the face.

However, before the tempest could fully unleash, Alexander intercepted, his firm grip on Megan’s arm halting her in her tracks.

“What did you do, Sophia?” Megan spat, her words dripping with venom. ” This is all your fault! You turned him against me.”

Sophia remained unmoved, her expression a mask of indifference. She chose silence over engaging in Megan’s desperate blame game.

Amidst the chaos, Alexander watched with a cold detachment, allowing Megan to vent her frustration.

When a brief lull presented itself, Megan turned her attention to Alexander, her eyes ablaze with despair and fury.

“Was all of this just a trap to defeat me for Sophia?” Megan’s voice wavered, the realization sinking in.

Alexander, unyielding, met her gaze. 11 You caught on faster than I thought. Yes, Megan, this was a trap. A trap you set for yourself.”

Megan’s eyes welled with despair, her next question escaping in a whisper. ” Did you ever love me, Alexander?”

The response was chillingly cold, “No, Megan. I never loved you. You were a means to an end.”

Megan, now on the verge of breaking, pleaded with desperation in her eyes. Give me another chance, Alexander. I can make things right. Please!”

But Alexander, unfazed by her pleas, shook his head. “It’s out of my hands now. The law will decide your fate.”

Megan, realizing the gravity of her situation, begged one last time. ” Please, Alexander, I’ll do anything.

I can’t lose everything.”

Alexander’s tone remained resolute. ” You should have thought about that before engaging in illegal activities. The evidence will be sent to the authorities, and they will decide your fate.”

Megan, once the puppet master, now faced the consequences of her own manipulation.