Chapter 114Selena’s breath caught in her throat the moment Alexander’s voice cut through the silence. It was deeper now—steady, commanding, the voice of a man who had carried power for years. Yet beneath that tone, she could still hear faint traces of the boy she once knew.But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. She stood there, frozen, her gaze locked on him.He looked perfect—sharp black suit, silver cufflinks glinting under the sunlight, his hair brushed neatly back with a few strands falling over his forehead. There was a quiet authority in the way he stood, the way he turned his head slightly when he spoke.“Mother,” Alexander said calmly, not taking his eyes off Selena, “where is this person from?”The question hit like a knife. This person. Not her name, not even a guest.Mrs. Morrelo blinked in mild surprise. “Alexander—”He cut her off gently, his expression polite but distant. “You know I don’t like unannounced visits. I have meetings lined up today. Please, next time, let

Chapter 116 The tires screeched softly as Selena pulled into the Vega mansion’s marble-paved driveway. The late evening sun glimmered against the polished hood of her car, but nothing about the moment felt bright. Her fingers clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale, eyes still stinging with disbelief. The entire drive home, her thoughts were a blur of Alexander’s cold gaze and distant words — “I don’t remember having any friends.”The engine went quiet, but inside her chest, the noise only grew louder. Selena exhaled shakily, forcing herself out of the car. Her heels clicked against the floor as she marched straight into the house, ignoring the maids who tried to greet her.“Miss Vega, welcome—” one of them began softly.Selena lifted a hand without a word, silencing her. She didn’t even stop in the living room. She moved straight for the staircase, her heart pounding, her mind replaying the scene over and over. How could he forget her? How could he look at her like she was

Chapter 118Alexander sat across from Selena, his fingers loosely curled around the coffee cup, staring at her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He studied her face, the way her eyes caught the sunlight, the slight curl of her lips when she tried not to smile. There was something achingly familiar about her, though he couldn’t place it.“I… I feel like I’ve seen you before,” he said carefully, choosing his words. “There’s something about you… I can’t explain it. It feels… familiar, like I should know you, but I don’t. Not really.”Selena’s chest tightened. She had been waiting for this moment for years, imagining what it would be like when Alexander finally came back into her life. And now, hearing that he didn’t remember her—it was like being thrown into a cold wind. Yet, there was something hopeful in the way he looked at her, that faint spark of connection.“You don’t… remember me?” she asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady.Alexander shook his head, his expres

Chapter 120 The soft hum of the air conditioner filled Selena’s office as sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting golden stripes across her desk. She had barely settled into her chair when a familiar knock came at the door.“Come in,” she said without looking up, already guessing who it was.Paxton stepped inside, a file tucked under his arm, his usual confident grin in place. “Good morning, Selena. I brought the reports you asked for.”“Thanks,” Selena murmured, motioning for him to set them down. She adjusted her glasses and flipped open the folder, scanning through the contents, though her mind was still half caught up in the morning’s lingering thoughts—Alexander’s message, his voice echoing faintly in her memory.Paxton took a seat across from her, watching her silently for a few seconds before saying, “You look… different today. Happier. Did something good happen?”Selena looked up, startled, forcing a small smile. “No. Just work, Paxton. That’s all.”He nodded

Chapter 122 Morning broke with chaos.It started as a whisper across newsrooms — a single photo that spread like wildfire across the internet within hours. The heir of the Morrelo empire, long believed dead after a tragic accident, had been spotted at a café in downtown California.“The Lost Heir Returns?”“Alexander Morrelo Alive After Nine Years!”“Secret Meeting Between the Morrelo Heir and Unknown Woman Sparks Questions.”The headlines were everywhere — news blogs, business sites, even gossip columns.Alexander’s face stared back from every screen — his sharp jawline, calm posture, and piercing eyes captured perfectly in that single shot. Whoever had taken the photo had known exactly what they were doing.Inside the grand Morrelo estate, tension hung thick in the air. The usually calm and polished mansion buzzed with panic. Assistants rushed in and out, phones ringing endlessly, screens lighting up with constant alerts.Mr. Morrelo stood before a long glass window in his office,