Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 83

The other officer cuffed Chole and rolled her over to search for

weapons. Ava rushed to Alexander, kneeling beside him. “Alpha

Alexander, are you alright?”

He blinked, glanced sideways at me, then back at the cop. “I’m

fine. Just a scratch.”

A third officer entered, inspecting the scene. “We’ll need

statements from both of you.” He nodded at me first. Then at

Alexander. “And sir, did you recover any weapon–the lighter,

or the knife?”

Alexander produced the lighter and offered it. “She tried to set

her on fire.” He touched the flame–singe marks on the tip, then

set it aside. “I caught it in my hand to stop it.”

The officer frowned. “Your fingerprints will be on it–you aren’t

likely to be charged for that, but it may complicate the chain of

evidence. The knife is likely more admissible.””

Another matched officer tiptoed around the charred couch and

noted the gasoline trails. “Gasoline was poured across the room

-intent to destroy evidence or kill.”

Ava held the damp cloth pressed against Alexander’s shoulder.

“I screamed. I don’t know how long it took me to pull Ethan in

here. He radioed the police.

The first officer nodded. He strode over to the bound Chole,

staring at her slack, defeated posture. “Miss Windsor, you’re under arrest for attempted murder, kidnapping, assault, and

arson. Any accomplices?”

Chole sneered, but her gaze flicked toward the door. “No… no

accomplices.”

A pause. Both officers exchanged glances. Then one spoke with

flat authority: “If you had help–someone in black clothes

helping you then that person is also guilty and can’t claim

ignorance. They were aiding and abetting.”

Chole hesitated, glancing at Alexander and me. Her eyes flicked

back to a corner of the room.

The officer added: “If your accomplice is found, they won’t be

able to get off the hook. You understood the plan—this was

premeditated.” He clicked his cuffs.

Chole gulped.

I let out a shaky breath and kept my gaze on Alexander. He

nodded at me–steady, protective. My heart pounded in a mix of

fear, gratitude, and a surge of something I couldn’t name.

The police asked Ethan to step aside for a moment, offering him

a bottle of water. He stared at Alexander’s bound figure, jaw

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clenched.

no broken heart–she wanted toendyou.”

On the other side of the room, restrained by some ghost of guilt,

Chole sat on a stretcher in handcuffs, flanked by two officers.

Even now, evenafter everything, she was arguing–loud,

frantic, gasping for anyone to believe her.

“She tried to destroy my life! Olivia lied to everyone. She made

Ethan hate me! I’m the real victim! I was trying to stop her from

ruining what’s mine!”

Ava snapped, “You doused her in gasoline, you lunatic! She’s

lucky to be breathing!”

But I didn’t answer either of them. My throat was too dry, and

my energy too thin. I simply looked away, eyes burning, limbs

heavy. All I could hear was the subtle, awful scratch of the.

monitors, and my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.

Ethan stood frozen a few feet from the chaos, his expression

pale and drawn. He hadn’t said a word since he got here. Not

one. Just watched the scene unravel like it was some slow-

motion punishment. Maybe it was.

Our eyes met, and for a flicker of a second, I saw something

crack in him. The horror. The grief. The shame. But it was too

late now. Even if he broke apart, I had no urge to put the pieces back together.