Alexander wasn’t a cruel man. But he was a man consumed by control. A billionaire who built his empire from scratch, he saw problems as obstacles to be crushed. That approach worked in boardrooms, but not in nurseries.
For years, he’d struggled to connect with his sons. Since losing their mother shortly after the boys were born, he buried himself in work. He built tech empires, negotiated mergers, and flew across the globe—while his sons raised each other in a fortress of wealth and loneliness.
One night, after another long meeting in the city, he walked into the boys’ room to check on the damage—and found the three of them fast asleep. Grace sat nearby in a rocking chair, calmly flipping through a worn paperback.
He stared for a long moment, unsure whether to feel confused, impressed, or just relieved.
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