Chapter 4 - THE HOUSE WITH FOUR BEDS
Olivia lived in a modest three-bedroom house in Queens. When Alexander’s black Maybach pulled up, it looked like a spaceship landing in a quiet suburb.
Alexander knocked. When Olivia opened the door, she looked exhausted but beautiful in a faded band t-shirt. "Come in," she said.
The house was chaotic. Toys were scattered, a cartoon played on the TV, and four miniature versions of himself were building a massive fort out of sofa cushions.
"You built an empire, but you live like this?" Alexander asked gently, looking at the cramped space.
"I built a home, Alexander. Without a cent of your money," she fired back, pride radiating from her.
Nathan peeked from behind a pillow. "Are you our dad?" he asked bluntly.
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Alexander knelt down, ruining a three-thousand-dollar suit on a rogue Lego brick, and didn't care. "Yes. I am. And I am so sorry it took me this long to find you."
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