[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 14: The Only One Who Could Calm Him

~Alexander’s POV~

"Tell , Mom, how would you feel if Dad did exactly what you’re suggesting? If he went out tomorrow, started a life with another woman, and kept her hidden from you? Would you still call that a ’necessity’ then?"

My mother flinched as if I had slapped her. Her face went pale, her lips trembling with indignation at the re suggestion. "How dare you," she hissed, her voice low and sharp. "Your father and I have a sacred bond. That is entirely different."

"How is it different, Mom?" I pushed, my voice rising with every word. "Because you can produce heirs? Because you fit into the little box society built for you? You are sitting in my house, telling to betray the man I love, the man I swore my life to, so that you can have a baby to show off to your friends."

"It’s about the family legacy, Alexander! The company, the na."

"I don’t care about the legacy if it costs my soul," I snapped, standing up for the final ti. "Alis is my husband. He is my family. If you can’t accept that he is enough for , then you aren’t just disrespecting him, you’re disrespecting ."

She stared at , her eyes brimming with a mixture of shock and fury.

"Pack your things," I said coldly. "I’ll have the driver ready by five. And take Clara with you. I don’t want to see either of you in this house when I co down for dinner."

I didn’t wait for her to cry or argue. I turned my back on her and started up the stairs, but her voice followed like a lash, sharp and demanding. "You can refuse now, Alexander, but soon you will do as I say! You have to give an heir because I gave you life! You owe that!"

I didn’t even turn to look at her. I kept walking, every step carrying closer to the only person who mattered right now.

When I reached our bedroom, Alis was sitting on the edge of the bed, perfectly still. His posture was calm, but his expression was anything but cold, sharp, and dangerous. His eyes were locked on the door as if he’d been expecting .

The mont our gazes t, the air thickened with unspoken tension. I knew that look all too well. He was waiting for to tell him everything my mother had said, every single word.

Terrified of hurting him, I tried to lie, even though I knew I was terrible at it. "She... she was just talking about the company. Just business and so other things related to the firm."

Alis looked at and let out a dry, hollow laugh. He stood up slowly, his eyes boring into mine. "You know you’re a pathetic liar, Alex. You don’t even know how to begin."

"Alis, really, she didn’t say much beyond business and—"

"Enough," he snapped, cutting off. He took a step closer, his voice dropping into a tone that chilled my blood. "Listen to , Alexander. It’s been almost seven years since I’ve been with you. I have never experienced anyone else. I have been yours and only yours."

He jabbed a finger hard against my chest, his eyes burning with a dangerous, desperate fire. "Understand this," he said coldly. "If you ever cheat even once, I’ll cheat twice. I won’t care whether I enjoy it or not. If your mother ever pushes you to that point, I’ll cross that line without hesitation, and I’ll make sure you watch. I’ll record another man taking , and I’ll force you to watch fuck soone else. I know you’ll cry all night. And I also know you won’t dare divorce . So try , Alex. Just try ."

I stood paralyzed, a cold wave of shock spreading through my chest. I had never seen this side of him, so cold, so ruthless, as if he would burn everything we had to the ground just to make understand.

What frightened wasn’t his anger, but the depth of pain behind it, the kind that could twist love into sothing this cruel.

As he turned to walk away, I lunged forward and caught him from behind, pulling him firmly against my chest. I stayed quiet at first, letting the mont settle before I spoke.

I murmured into his neck, letting each word fall slowly. "My husband is a good man."

He didn’t pull away, and I pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, hoping it would soothe him.

"You were ant for ," I said quietly. "This anger isn’t the man I know. I can feel how much you’re hurting, how overwheld you are. Everything around us is weighing on you, making you say things that don’t co from your heart, making you speak from pain instead of love."

I felt him stiffen, but I didn’t let go. I pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of his neck again, my lips trembling against him.

"Please," I said softly. "Don’t repeat those words."

I paused, letting the silence settle between us before going on. "They hurt more than you realize."

"I know you love ," I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. "I know you love so much, Alis. But hearing you speak to like that... hearing those threats... it frightened ."

I paused, struggling to breathe past the ache in my chest.

"When did my soft husband start talking to like this?"

"When did you beco so harsh with ?"

My voice broke on the last words.

"Where is the softness I fell in love with?"

At my words, I felt his body begin to tremble. A sob broke from his throat.

"I’m not angry about what you said," I murmured, tightening my arms around him as his body shook. "I just... I hope you never feel the need to say sothing like that again." I swallowed, my voice softening. "I’m sorry I lied to you. I couldn’t bring myself to repeat her words. I knew they’d set your anger loose, and I wanted to protect you, from that, from her, from the pain."

Alis turned in my arms, his face streaked with tears. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Alex," he sobbed, his voice breaking apart. "I don’t know what ca over . I don’t know why I said those things..." His words dissolved as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It’s okay," I murmured, smoothing his hair as I pulled him into my shoulder. "I understand. I know you better than anyone. Please trust , Alis. I’m doing everything I can to fix this. It may not feel like it right now, but I’m fighting for us. Please, honey... trust ."

He pulled back, tears spilling as he t my eyes. "I’m such a terrible husband," he cried, gripping my shirt like a lifeline. "I can’t control it. I’m so sorry, Alex. When it cos to you, I can’t think straight. I lose myself."

I looked at him and gently wiped the tears from his eyes with my thumbs. "You’re not terrible," I said softly. "You’re human, and you’re hurting. I understand everything you’re feeling."

I rested my forehead against his. "You might never be enough for everyone else, Alis. You might never be enough for my mother. But you are more than enough for . You are everything to . Okay."

Alis nodded weakly, his breathing starting to level out. I wrapped him in a warm, protective hug.

"Let’s be kind to each other," I murmured against his ear. "Let’s talk without hurting. You don’t have to worry... I chose you because loving you ans everything to ."

"I love you so much, Alis."

"I love you more," he whispered back, finally relaxing into my embrace.

We stayed like that for a long while, breathing in sync until the world finally steadied around us.

When we pulled apart, I didn’t let him go. I cradled his face in my hands, my thumbs gently wiping away the last traces of tears. I leaned in and kissed him slowly, a lingering kiss ant to soothe every pain his heart had carried today.

I looked at him and asked, "Do you want to take you out later, after my mom leaves?"

Alis blinked, a small, genuine spark of light returning to his gaze. He gave a soft, hopeful nod. "Yes. I’d like that."

"Good," I smiled, feeling my own heart lighten. "Where do you want to go? Anywhere you want, baby. You na it, and we’re there."

Alis opened his mouth to answer, his expression thoughtful as he began to suggest a place, but he was cut off by the sharp, persistent vibration of my phone.

"One minute, honey," I said, reaching into my pocket.

I reached for my phone, and we both instinctively leaned in to look at the screen. The na flashing on the display made my breath hitch and Alis’s eyes widen.

It was my father.