Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 141

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As the car pulled out of the lot and the engine hummed beneath her, Alina’s composure finally cracked.

She burst into sobs, loud and gut–wrenching, the weight of everything collapsing onto her all at once.

Jordan and Lee remained silent as Alina sobbed quietly in the back seat, exchanging worried glances from the rearview mirror.

Jordan had been working with her for almost a year now, and never, not once, had he seen her like this.

Her face was turned toward the window, streaked with tears, her body shaking from the sobs. She didn’t try to hide it.

For some reason, his chest tightened. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything, his job was to protect, not empathize,but it ached all the same.

Still, he kept his posture straight, his expression unreadable. Professional.

When they arrived at the apartment complex, both men stepped out without a word, escorting her to the penthouse suite. She walked ahead slowly, dragging her bag behind her like it weighed a ton.

“You guys can retire for the day,” Alina said softly, pausing at the door. “I’m not going anywhere else.”

They both nodded, offering no protest. But neither of them made any move to leave, they knew better than that.

Inside, the moment the door clicked shut, Alina exhaled shakily. The silence weighed heavily on her.

She tossed her bag aside, went straight to the bar, grabbed the first bottle of wine she saw, and yanked the cork out without a second thought. No glass. Just the bottle.

Her hands trembled slightly as she scrolled through her phone, opened the images again, Lucian, at the bar, with that woman, and then forwarded them to Talia.

The phone rang almost immediately.

“What the hell am I looking at?” Talia’s voice shot through the speaker, sharp with disbelief.

“I don’t know,” Alina said, her voice flat, raw, “It doesn’t make sense to me either.”

Talia was quiet for a beat. “I checked. They’re not Al–generated. They’re real.”

“I know,” Alina whispered, swallowing a sob. She sank onto the couch, cradling the bottle in her hand like a lifeline. “That’s why I don’t understand, Talia. Why would he do this?”

She paused, pressing the bottle to her chest.

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“I mean… in the past, no matter how many times I chose Adrian, Lucian never once cheated. Never once tried to hurt me. And now this?” Her voice cracked. “Why now?”

On the other end, Talia exhaled. For once, she had no answers. “I…I don’t know, Lina. I really don’t. I want to defend him, you know I do. But this…”

“Yeah,” Alina murmured. “Me too.”

“Have you confronted him yet?”

“No. Not yet. I can’t. I’m not in the right frame to talk to him right now.”

“Where are you?”

Alina sniffed. “My apartment. The one in Velmont Heights.”

“You didn’t want to go back to the estate.” Talia said softly, understanding dawning in her voice.

“I couldn’t, I didn’t want to be around anything that reminds me of him.”

“That’s fair,” Talia said. “I can come back. I’ll fly back tomorrow, okay?”

“No.” Alina shook her head, even though Talia couldn’t see her. “Finish what you’re doing first. I’ll be fine.”

Talia hesitated. “Just hang in there, alright? I’ll be back before you even know it.”

Alina nodded faintly. “Okay.”

The call dropped a second later as her phone powered off. The screen went dark in her hand.

She didn’t bother plugging it in.

She tilted the wine bottle back again, the burn in her throat the only thing keeping her grounded, until eventually, the alcohol did what it always did.

The blur welcomed her, and Alina passed out alone on the couch, the bottle half–finished beside her, and her pain heavy and unspoken in the stillness of the room.

Meanwhile, Lucian was still at the office, seated at the head of the long boardroom table, his expression thunderous.

His mood had been sour all day, worsened by the fact that Alina never showed up to bring him lunch like she said she would.

He hadn’t said a word about it, but everyone around him could feel the storm brewing from the moment he

walked in.

Now it was erupting.

“I said I wanted the full financial breakdown for Q1,” Lucian snapped, slamming his palm against the glossy table. “What the hell am I paying all of you morons for?”

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Jessica flinched where she sat, eyes lowered to her tablet, trying to stay invisible.

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A few other department heads exchanged nervous glances, each one silently praying Lucian wouldn’t direct his fury at them next.

“This meeting wasn’t scheduled till the end of the month sir,” one of the financial analysts dared to say. “We didn’t have the projections finalized yet-”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I ask for excuses?” Lucian cut him off, rising to his feet. His chair screeched loudly as it scraped back. “Because it sounded like I asked for results.”

He grabbed the stack of papers nearest to him and flung them across the table. Several sheets flew off the edge, one smacking against the floor with a harsh slap.

“This is what you come in here with? Numbers pulled from nowhere and a slideshow that looks like a five- year–old put it together?”

Nobody answered. Nobody moved.

Well, almost nobody.

Ace leaned casually against the wall in the corner, legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded tightly. His brows pinched with every curse Lucian barked and every file that flew, but he stayed quiet.

He knew exactly why Lucian was in this mood. He’d been watching the clock earlier too, expecting to see Alina walk in with that daring smirk of hers and a lunch bag in hand. But she never came.

And Lucian? He hadn’t stopped glancing at the door since noon.

Lucian pulled out his phone when it buzzed in his pocket, annoyed at the interruption.

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