Chapter 6 The Press Conference Alex pov

A few minutes before the press conference, I stood in the executive bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I wanted to wash away the guilt that stuck to me like smoke.

In the mirror, a man stared back,perfect hair, sharp suit, looking like someone fully in control.

But that wasn't me. Not the man Maya had met on the balcony.

The bathroom door opened suddenly. My father walked in, filling the small room with his presence. Richard Stone didn't need to shout to be scary,his silence spoke louder than most men's anger.

"Cold feet?" he asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror beside me.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." He turned to face me fully, his steel-gray eyes boring into mine. "You're thinking about being noble. About telling the truth. About throwing away everything our family built for some girl you barely know."

"I know her well enough"

"You know nothing." His voice cut like a blade. "You spent one night with a desperate woman who saw an opportunity and took it. That's not love, Alexander. That's biology."

I gripped the marble sink until my knuckles went white. "She's carrying my child."

"Allegedly. And even if she is, children born outside marriage have no claim to the Stone legacy. David's children, however..." He let the threat hang in the air between us.

My cousin David. Hungry, ruthless, everything my father wanted in an heir. If I stumbled today, if I chose Maya over the family empire, David would step into my place before my father's next heartbeat.

"You're going to walk into that conference room," my father continued, his voice deadly calm, "and you're going to deny everything. You've never met Maya Collins. The photos are coincidental. Are we clear?"

"And if I refuse?"

His laughed,Then you'll discover what it's like to be nobody, Alexander. No money, no connections, no future. Just you and your pregnant scholarship girl against the world."

The image hit me like a physical blow. Maya, already exhausted from caring for her dying mother and teenage brother, now having to support me too.

"Don't try anything stupid," he warned, moving toward the door. "I've had our team compile files on Miss Collins' family. Medical bills, scholarship requirements, her brother's future. It would be unfortunate if complications arose."

The threat was crystal clear. My blood turned to ice.

Victoria appeared moments later, her red dress a slash of color against the marble. "Ready to perform?"

"Don't." My voice came out rougher than intended.

"Don't what? Acknowledge that this is all theater?" She stepped closer, her perfume sharp after weeks of remembering Maya's soft, natural scent. "Time to come back to reality."

Reality was my father's threats hanging over Maya's family like a sword. Reality was standing in front of cameras to call the mother of my child a liar.

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The car's outside," Victoria said, fixing her lipstick. "At least try to look devastated."

I followed her to the elevator, my legs moving on autopilot. Marcus waited in the lobby with final talking points, his face pale with stress. Behind him stood David, checking his phone with casual interest.

"Cousin," David said without looking up. "Quite the mess. Don't worry,if you can't handle it, family is here to help."

The words dripped with false sympathy and real hunger.

Through the glass doors, I could see the crowd gathered outside Stone Tower. Cameras, reporters, curious onlookers. They are here to hear the truth

My father joined us at the elevator. "Final reminder, Alexander. Deny everything. Our legal team will handle the rest."

The ride to the conference room felt like a march to my own execution. Victoria sat beside me, scrolling through her phone as if nothing mattered. Across from us, my father sat in silence, his quiet more crushing than any words he could have spoken

Someone leaked that your scholarship girl was spotted at a prenatal clinic," Victoria whispered. "The internet is having a field day."

My hands curled into fists. "That was you."

"News comes out when it matters," she said, smiling like a knife.

My father's voice cut through the tension. "Remember what's at stake, son. Not just your future, but thousands of employees, shareholders, partner companies. Will you destroy all of that for one night of poor judgment?"

The weight pressed down on my chest like a stone. This wasn't just about me anymore.

The Stone Hotel's conference room buzzed with noise. Reporters filled every seat, cameras pointed for the perfect shot, microphones gathered like open mouths waiting to bite. The air was charged with hungry excitement.

My father took position at the back of the room. David lingered beside him, watching with calculating eyes, waiting for me to stumble.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the spokesperson announced, "Alexander Stone and his finance, Victoria Blackwell."

The cameras snapped toward us as Victoria walked onto the stage beside me. Her red dress shone under the lights, and the diamond ring on her finger sparkled for everyone to see. She slid her hand into mine and smiled, as if we really were the perfect couple.

Flashes exploded across the room, and in that instant the carefully crafted lie stopped being just words,it became real, living proof for everyone watching.

I walked to the podium, Victoria at my side, her presence a statement before I even opened my mouth.

"Thank you for coming," I began, my voice steady despite the earthquake in my chest. "I'm here to address the false allegations circulating about me and someone I have never met."

"Alexander Stone," called out a reporter, "can you categorically deny any relationship with Maya Collins?"

"I have never had any relationship with Maya Collins," I said, each word feeling like I was cutting out pieces of my soul. "I don't know this woman. I've never spoken to her, never spent time with her, never been intimate with her."

The crowd erupted with questions, but Victoria leaned toward the microphone, her voice smooth as silk. "Alexander and I are engaged. Our wedding is in six months' time. We won't allow malicious lies to disrupt our future together."

The crowd erupted with questions, but I kept talking, following the script that would save my inheritance and destroy the only real connection I'd ever felt.

These allegations are nothing more than desperate attempts to gain money and attention through lies. My legal team is fully prepared to take every legal step against anyone who continues spreading these false and damaging stories."

A reporter's voice cut through the noise: "What about the hotel photos, Mr Alex ? Can you explain those images?

"It was a case of mistaken identity and deliberate twisting of facts. I was at the Grandview Hotel for a business dinner, nothing more. Any other suggestion is completely false.

Victoria moved closer like we an are perfect couples, her hand finding mine with practiced ease.

Her touch felt like ice, but I squeezed back, playing the part I'd been trained for since birth. The cameras captured every moment,the united front, the picture of wronged innocence.

From the back of the room, my father's expression showed approval for the first time in weeks.

Furthermore," I said, my voice growing stronger under my father's approving nod, "Miss Collins needs professional help. I truly hope she gets the support she needs instead of going further down this harmful path."

The words burned in my mouth like poison, but once spoken, they locked Maya's fate,as if I had signed away her life with my own hand.

"No more questions," the spokes,person announced firmly, but the room still erupted as reporters shouted, desperate for more.

But I was already walking away, Victoria's arm linked through mine, my performance complete. I'd done exactly what was expected. I'd chosen my family's empire over a woman who'd shown me what real connection felt like.

The elevator doors closed behind us, sealing me into the prison I'd just chosen forever.

"Well done," Victoria said, releasing my arm. "Very convincing."

My father joined us as we ascended, his rare smile more terrifying than his usual scowl. "Excellent work, Alexander.

"The media cycle will move on within a week," my father continued. "Miss Collins will fade into obscurity."

Outside, I knew Maya was somewhere in the city, probably watching the press conference that had just painted her as delusional. She'd see me hold Victoria's hand, hear me deny ever knowing her name, watch me erase our night together like it had never existed.

But as the elevator climbed toward my carefully constructed life, one thought echoed in the silence:

What if choosing to save myself,and protect her family from my father's threats,had just cost me the only thing worth having?

The answer was something I would spend the rest of my life discovering.