After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 90

This revelation was a weapon, and I had to use it wisely. I couldn’t let Sienna get away with this. The plan began to form in my mind, each step more dangerous than the last. The thought of exposing her made my pulse race. She had underestimated me, and I would make sure she faced the consequences of her actions. The game was on, and I was ready to play.

I felt a mix of anger and disbelief wash over me. How could Sienna manipulate Nathan like this? The thought of it made me furious. I glanced over at Carlos, who was sitting across the table. He hadn’t bothered to look at the file but wore a mocking smile, as if he found the chaos amusing.

"Can you believe this?" I snapped, feeling the frustration boil over. "Stefan has been using Nathan and Sienna like chess pieces in a game."

"People do what they have to do to survive," Carlos replied, shrugging. His indifference only fueled my anger further.

I knew I had to confront Nathan about everything I had discovered. I needed to understand why he was allowing Sienna to manipulate him. When I found him at a café, he looked surprised to see me.

"Grace," he said, setting his coffee down. "What’s going on?"

"We need to talk about Sienna," I said, getting straight to the point.

He stiffened. "I’m not marrying her. I’ve told you that.

"But Asher needs a complete home!" I argued, my voice rising with urgency. "He deserves stability, and right now, Sienna is using him to manipulate you into a marriage. Can’t you see that?"

Nathan’s frustration was clear. "You think I’m going to let her pull the strings? I won’t be a pawn in her game."

"Then don’t be! Marry her and create a stable environment for Asher," I insisted, desperate to make him understand. "I know you care about him."

Nathan shook his head, clearly torn. "I care about him, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’ll marry Sienna."

As we continued to argue, I could see the conflict in Nathan’s eyes. "Cyrus looks so much like Oliver," he said quietly. "How can I not feel connected to him?"

"Cyrus has nothing to do with you," I replied firmly. "You have to focus on your own life, on Asher."

I had convinced him to have this wedding to play the role of the "good person," but now I wanted something more destructive. The thought of turning this wedding into chaos thrilled me.

The more I thought about it, the more I longed to see the tables turned. But I had to face the truth: was I ready to cross a line I could never return from, or was I already in too deep?

I needed to talk to Carlos; he was my usual sounding board, the one I leaned on when I needed clarity. But as I reached for my phone, doubt crept in.

What if I had already caused him enough distress with my indecision? I didn’t want to add to his burden, so I hesitated. In the end, I chose to switch off my phone, knowing that if I spoke to him, I might only complicate things further.

I stood there, staring at my phone as a wave of guilt washed over me. The thought of burdening Carlos with my turmoil felt unbearable, yet the silence between us was deafening.

I had always relied on him to help me make sense of my thoughts, but now, faced with the weight of my choices, I feared I would only add to his worries.

The swirling chaos in my mind clouded my judgment, leaving me caught between the desire to confide in him and the fear of pushing him away.