Supreme Authority

Chapter 7

“Just sign here… and you’ll get your damn million.”

Cara’s voice was ice—sharp, reluctant, laced with venom.

“Not because you deserve it. God knows you don’t. A rapist like you shouldn’t even get a shred of pity, let alone compensation.”

She leaned closer, her glare unforgiving.

“If it were up to me, you’d rot in a cell, not walk away with a check. But Ms. Fairchild… she insisted. So take the money. Sign the papers. And disappear—before I lose what little restraint I have left.”

Alex almost laughed.

He didn’t need any compensation.

To repay Grandpa Fairchild, the money he’d secretly channelled into Sophia’s Fairchild Health & Beauty since his marriage with Sophia was worth a hundred times more than that.

All he wanted was Sophia trusting him!

“Bastard! Don’t you dare sneer at that money. You’ll never earn that in your lifetime. Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to squeeze more out of Ms. Fairchild. This is the last!”

“I will sign the papers—if she comes personally and I’ve explained everything. Otherwise, I won’t sign anything,” Alex said coldly.

“Don’t go too far, Alexander Morningstar!” Cara slammed her hand on the table.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. With all her power, Ms. Fairchild can divorce you with a snap of her fingers. Let you rot in jail. Don’t push her!”

“I don’t think we have anything more to say.”

Unwilling to argue further, Alex stood up to leave.

“You jerk—”

Just as Cara was about to explode, a stunning woman in a long white dress entered.

Her skin was porcelain pale, her features exquisite.

Her aura was cold and regal—like a goddess stepping out of a painting.

She looked tired but her make-up did a good job.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

Sophia Fairchild sat down.

She had been forced to agree to many conditions so that Alex would be let off the hook, but she said nothing.

Her expression was calm, detached.

“Sophia, I never tried to rape Olivia. She and Jack framed me because I discovered their dirty se—” Alex said.

Hearing this, Sophia cut through, disappointment in her eyes.

"Fine. Let’s go with your version— if that helps you feel dignified. You didn’t rape her. Not that you ever managed to, right?"

Alex closed his eyes.

He could see it written all over her face—she never believed a damn word.

“I’m telling the truth. Why don’t you believe me?”

Sophia’s lips twitched.

“Alex, please… just stop.”

She had already seen the evidence Jack and Olivia brought—undeniable, obvious.

Anyone with half a brain could see what really happened.

If it had only been Olivia, maybe she’d hesitate.

But Jack was there too. That wasn’t just a story—it was a victim and a witness. What more could she possibly need?

So what was the point making excuses?

Did Alex think she was a fool? A wave of frustration surged within her.

Once, she wanted a soulmate—someone who could match her, or even be better.

Someone she could respect, stand beside without feeling small. Not someone who’d drag her down or make her feel ashamed.

But then came her grandfather’s request.

And so, she married Alex—a man with no name, no legacy, no place among the world she was born into.

She swallowed her pride and accepted it as fate.

And for a while… it wasn’t awful.

They respected each other.

They found a rhythm.

Alex was a good man—kind, simple, and comfortable staying where he was.

She even caught herself thinking.

Maybe this could work. Maybe kindness is enough. Maybe I don’t need fireworks—just peace.

But peace never survives betrayal. 

Hope—what little she had—died days ago. 

He was just another monster, cloaked in warmth, lying with gentle eyes. 

Sophia exhaled, a long, hollow breath. 

“Let’s just get this over with,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m sorry it has to end like this, but I’m tired, Alex.”

“I’m so tired. I don’t have anything left to give.” 

She slid the papers across the table. A card followed—cold, final. 

“Sign them. Take the million. No court, no jail, no drama. Just… vanish. This is the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. Please.” 

Alex stared, frozen. “You never believed me… did you?” 

Sophia gave him a smile—thin, distant, painfully polite. 

But her eyes betrayed her. 

They were drowning in silence, holding back a scream no one could hear. 

There was sorrow in her eyes—quiet, pitiful, the kind that didn’t cry out, just lingered like an old wound.

Her world had broken too, but she wore the silence like armor, as if her pain didn’t matter… or no one ever cared to ask.

She had no tears left to weep, no hope left to hold.

Just a woman, tired and alone, sifting through the wreckage of something once beautiful, picking up what little hadn’t crumbled to nothing.

In that moment, Alex took a slow breath, burying the ache in his chest.

“Is that really what you want?” he asked quietly.

“I want so many things, Alex,” Sophia whispered, her voice trembling.

“But none of them exist in the world you could ever give me… not now, not ever. And the saddest part is—I used to believe they did.”