Chapter One hundred-Two

The sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains of Alexander's bedroom, signaling the start of a new day.

Yet, his peaceful sleep was abruptly shattered by the persistent ringing of his phone.

A soft, groggy grunt escaped his lips as he reached out, his hand fumbling in the tangle of blankets until his fingers found the elusive device.

"Hello?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep without bothering to check the caller ID, only to be greeted by his grandmother Harriet's stern voice.

"Alexander Aziel Cena... what on earth has gotten into you?" Her anger was palpable, and it left Alexander feeling utterly bewildered.

Confused, he furrowed his eyebrows getting up on the bed. "Grandma, what happened?" he asked, trying to make sense of her ire.

"Everything!" Harriet's voice crackled with frustration. "You know how much I hate scandals, and yet you had no problem creating one."

Scandal?

The furrow in Alexander's brow deepened as he struggled to comprehend the accusation being thro