Chapter 68

ALEXANDER'S POV

I stared at Amelia’s unconscious body, wondering why she's always passing out these days. I paced around my room, occasionally looking over at her, hoping she'd wake up. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and gulped it down, trying to control myself, but my heart was racing fast.

I was only trying to prove that I had no soft or special affection towards her. I made no plans to hit her or cause her to pass out…

Despite my attempts to suppress any guilt, it lingered at the back of my mind. I couldn't help but think about what had led to Eleven's current state. Had I been too rough with her? Had I pushed her too far?

I couldn't let myself feel guilty, though. I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness, especially not in front the girls… or even worse Eleven.

I continued to pace around the room, I tried to distract myself by thinking of other things. I thought about the mansion and its secrets, about the power dynamics that ruled our world. I reminded myself that I wa