His Devious Rule

"When did you get to know?"

Anya and Alvin stared at each other. She was distant and he was furious. She had asked him for some time so that she could get over her fear of being judged or misunderstood. She had expected it to take months but a week, she was prepared to tell him. And she would have shared it with him very soon, as soon as Zane got a bit comfortable with him.

She had no intention of hiding, she wanted them to grow in their relationship where they could sit and talk, not look into each other's actions, behind their back or argue because of it.

But they were never compatible. She had forgotten they held contrasting views. His way of caring was to know everything and have everything under his control and her caring was freedom.

Why did she expect him to wait?

Whereas Alvin wasn't actually furious with her because of the attack. He felt incapable for being a careless father that he didn't want to be, for believing a b*tch's words and without looking into who he slept with.

More than anything, Anya never went forward to share about that night or Zane with him. For five years, she didn't try to contact him once. She had made him the person he hated the most. He didn't want to be a second Casper Matthews. He would rather die single than be like Casper.

Thus the murder attempt was just a flicker of fire, that ignited his rage.

He clenched his teeth and went closer to her. He asked, "Did you ever trust me?" His voice was low and frosty in bitterness.

Anya took a shaky breath when he walked away. Trust!? Other than trusting him, what else has she done? She trusts him with her life, she trusts him with her son, and she will be trusting him with their future. Yet she was being questioned for the mistrust.

He didn't fail to earn her trust, but she did. He lost his confidence in her as soon as he found out the truth. Being misunderstood felt better than being distrusted.

She could have fought to clear the misunderstanding but earning back the broken trust could take years or probably they could never be the same. They would become like broken glass with cracks.

A self-mocking smile appeared on her face. She got him and had to leave the job. Now, she chose the job and she lost his trust. Seems like she was never fated to have complete happiness. Probably, that's life.

However, one who dared to hurt her son, shouldn't have the happiness. She grunted at the spectators, "The show stopped. Scat."

Jason furrowed when Alvin drove away the car leaving her behind to clean up the mess. Shrugging their private matters off his mind, he focused on the situation.

She didn't seem to have her identity card. He called somebody to get her new identity card quickly. Then he reached out to the police commanding officer of Capital so that the cops could handle the case on Anya's accord.

Meanwhile, Anya sent the two men's call contact details to Melvin. Beating or torturing in public serves as a bad example, more importantly, there were kids. So Anya held back her boiling anger. Her actions shouldn't affect her son in any way.

The police patrol car soon arrived, Jason was about to toss his car keys at her but Anya left with the cops without saying anything to him.

Jason: "…"

He was going back to the car when the Mercedes Benz Wagon returned. Alvin asked hurriedly as he looked around, "Where is Little Donut?"

Jason didn't know what happened between them as everything seemed good till the attack. Being a man, he still couldn't understand why men tend to blame women if something goes wrong.

'Better School!?' Jason snickered. Rather than better education, Alvin's words meant a lavish school where the campus spreads over acres, every student arrives in their cars with nannies and drivers. Never mind, he was nobody to comment on the couple's argument.

"You are late, Mr. Matthews." Jason taunted the man as he went towards his car, "I didn't know you needed Anya to clean up your mess behind you." Even if they were attacked, what Alvin did was unjustified.

Alvin gritted his teeth. He was infuriated looking at her distant, accusing gaze. After reaching a distance, he cursed himself and returned. He didn't mean to leave her, his complex emotions got worse for him.

Jason fetched a file and held it towards Alvin, "Mr. Matthews, hope that your actions didn't put Zane in trouble." Anya wouldn't forgive Alvin for that.

His actions? Why will he put Anya or Zane in danger?

Alvin furrowed as he snatched the file from his hand. He checked the file that had big bold words under a picture, 'Miles Johnson!?'

To help Anya complete her PSR and Harper Johnson case with less trouble and time, he had dealt with Miles and stopped him from entering the country.

Alvin flipped through the pages and checked several pictures and details of the men who were following Anya. He noted important things. The time and day were when she wasn't with Alvin.

Although Alvin helped Anya, it indirectly helped Miles or else Miles would have been detained. Yet the man dared to keep his men behind her.

Jason had received that file from the Chief Justice who had asked a few men to protect Anya due to the ongoing massive case she solved. Those men got to know about Miles Johnson's people. If Alvin hadn't meddled, she would have just been a nameless cop. His interference caught Miles' attention on Anya.

Alvin closed the file that was in his hands. He has to find Anya first, "Where…" Jason left without answering his question and Anya wasn't answering his calls.

He got in the car and dialed Rob who was busy finding out the mastermind behind the attack, "Get me the location of Miles Johnson."

He hung up the call and was about to dial Anya's number again but punched the steering wheel. She had struggled alone all the years and again he left her alone when he should have been with her.

Jason's words repeated in his mind, 'I didn't know you needed Anya to clean up your mess behind you.' Alvin took a sharp U-turn and headed to the police agency. Jason had hinted to him obliquely.

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Meanwhile on another side of the city,

The monochrome office looked peaceful until there were hurried knocks on the door before a man in a formal suit rushed up to the table where a good-looking man was sitting.

"President Hale, the situation turned. Those men are caught. The boy is safe." He reported in panic.

Logan Hale's expression changed. His good mood worst in a second. His eyes flared in dread. He rose to his feet and slammed his hands on the glass desk top, "What the f*ck did they do? Did you leave any clue behind?"

The secretary wiped his cold sweat. He had been very careful with all his activities. He was also confident about it until he got the news about those thugs taken away by the police.

He tried to assure his boss, "I-I was very careful. T-there couldn't be any clue. I-I am c-certain." But he stammered.

Agitated, Logan Hale's eyes went all over the room without focusing on anything. He shook his head unprepared for the coming disaster upon them, "Alvin Matthews will destroy us." He screamed.

He pointed at the door and demanded, "You-you leave the country. Don't come back until I say to you. Get out. Leave from here."

The secretary was bewildered. He was a secretary, how could he stay in foreign for so long? He also feared Logan Hale blaming everything on him, "President- I… My family… President you couldn't…"

Logan Hale went to him, grabbed his arm, and took him to the door, "I will send the money to you. Leave immediately." He pushed his secretary, forcing him out of the country.