Alexander & Ella
Alexander
This was Ella’s doing. Liam had said so himself.
She had told Liam everything, just to spite me, and now he was going to inform the press of our contract, potentially ruining my election before it had even begun.
I needed to speak with her.
I found Ella lounging in the solarium at the back of the house, a cup of tea balanced between her fingers and a book sitting open in her lap. She was smiling—smiling—as if she hadn’t just betrayed me in the worst way possible.
“Why did you tell him?” I barked. “He’s going to the press now. Are you happy?”
Ella jumped, tea sloshing out of her cup and onto her book. “What?” she breathed, carefully setting aside the soaked book and standing to dust off her dress.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Ella,” I g
