Chapter 4 Breaking Lines

The silence between them had become its own language.

After the gala, Serena had retreated into herself. Work, meetings, pitches. She moved through them with mechanical focus, her composure untouched. But something had shifted. Alexander could see it in her eyes. She wasn't shutting him out; she was locking herself in.

And he couldn't blame her.

He was the reason she felt like the ground beneath her feet was no longer stable. The lie had grown roots and the truth was close now. Breathing down his neck.

Still, he couldn't walk away.

Not yet.

It started with small gestures. An extra cup of coffee left on her desk. Notes slipped into folders, insightful, precise, but unsigned. Late night emails about campaign angles, quietly helping her polish the next big pitch.

He wasn't doing it to impress her.

He was doing it because she mattered.

Because she deserved better than Rothschild.

Because he needed to feel like he was helping, not just hiding.

And somewhere in those quiet exchanges, he started to see a version of himself he had forgotten could exist.

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Miranda noticed the changes with Serena.

She called Serena into her office two days after the gala.

"You've been distracted," Miranda said, her voice even but cold. "I need you focused. London is happening in ten days. Damien expects your participation."

Serena's jaw clenched. "I haven't accepted the invitation."

"You will."

Miranda tapped her pen against the desk. "This isn't about feelings. It's about positioning. You know that. Don't start pretending otherwise."

Serena stood. "You're confusing loyalty with control, Mother."

"And you're confusing independence with recklessness." Miranda retorted and they stared at each other without blinking.

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That night, Alexander met with his father in the penthouse suite of the Renaissance Center. The view was immaculate, Detroit lit up like a city reborn.

But Alexander wasn't interested in the skyline. He was interested in the man who had built the foundation beneath it.

"You're getting too close Alex," William Ford said, sipping bourbon.

"I know what I'm doing father."

His father turned. "No, you don't. You're playing with fire. This girl Serena, she's in the middle of a merger level arrangement. You expose yourself, you blow it all open."

Alexander didn't flinch. "So let it blow."

William raised an eyebrow. "For a woman?"

"For the truth."

His father laughed quietly. "Romantic. But foolish. Do you really think she'll forgive you when she learns you let her believe you were no one?"

"I never claimed to be no one. She assumed. I only let her."

"Same thing."

Alexander stared out the window. "She's not like them father. She's not like us neither."

William sighed. "Exactly. Which is why she won't survive in this world. And neither will you, if you drag her into it your way."

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The next week passed like a storm front.

London loomed.

The campaign Serena had been crafting, the rebrand of Ford's urban mobility initiative was selected as the anchor project for the Rothschild-Ford EU strategy pitch.

Which meant she had to go and Alex knew it.

They hadn't spoken since the night of the gala.

Not really.

Until Friday.

He found her on the ground floor, watching the test track through the glass, arms folded.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

She didn't look at him. "Doing what?"

"Letting them use you."

She turned, slowly. "They're not using me. I'm using them. At least for now."

"That's not who you are."

"You don't know who I am."

He stepped closer. "I think I do."

Her voice dropped. "Then tell me. Because lately, I'm not so sure."

He didn't speak.

He Couldn't.

She looked away. "I leave on Monday."

"For how long?"

"Two weeks. Maybe more. Depends on how well I perform as the perfect corporate daughter."

Alex reached for her hand and she let him.

"I don't want you to go," he said.

"I know."

"I want you to stay. Here. With me."

She met his eyes. "Then give me a reason to."

He opened his mouth but the words, his real name, his legacy, everything he was was stuck in his throat.

So he kissed her instead.

Not impulsively. Not desperately.

But like someone finally breaking through.

She kissed him back and for a moment, the world disappeared.

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They spent that night together.

Not just in passion but in presence. He cooked for her in the apartment Ford kept for international consultants. They talked until 2 a.m. about the futures they wanted, the ones they feared.

She curled into him like she belonged there and he almost told her everything.

Almost.

But he didn't.

Because the next morning, she was already packing.

And he was already regretting.

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The day before her flight, Serena stood in front of her closet, suitcase half filled. Her phone buzzed a call from Damien but she didn't answer.

A few minutes later, her mother walked in without knocking.

"You haven't confirmed your hotel yet," Miranda said, eyeing the clothes. "Why am I more invested in your future than you are?"

"Because it's your future you're planning, not mine," Serena said calmly.

Miranda crossed her arms. "You think this is about control, Serena? This is about strategy and survival. We are women in a man's world. I have worked decades to earn respect and you're throwing it away on a crush."

Serena turned. "It's not a crush."

"It's a mistake."

"Maybe. But it's mine to make."

"You'll see. In the end, love doesn't last. But power does."

Serena's voice softened. "Then I feel sorry for you."

Miranda's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing as she turned and left.

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Later that night, Serena met Alex one last time on the rooftop where they first truly spoke.

The wind was sharp. The stars were buried behind clouds. But the city pulsed below like a living thing.

He was waiting.

She stepped close. "I'm scared," she admitted.

"Me too," he whispered.

She reached for his hand. "What are we doing, Alex?"

He hesitated. "We're trying. That's all we can do."

She leaned into him. "Then promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"When this ends, whatever this becomes, don't let it be because we were afraid."

He kissed her forehead. "I promise."

But in his chest, the truth pounded louder than ever.

And in her eyes, he saw trust he hadn't earned.

Not yet.