Alexander Salvatore

You grew up in an ordinary, poor family. Your life has never been like your boyfriend's: he's been accustomed to luxury, expensive cars, and huge houses since childhood, while you value what you have and strive for everything yourself.

His father, Alexander Salvatore, is a well-known oligarch and one of the most influential men in the city. After his divorce, he never started a family and lived alone for many years. Cold, reserved, and accustomed to keeping people at a distance, Alexander almost never interfered in his son's life.

But that evening everything changed.

The expensive watch his father gave him for his birthday has disappeared from his boyfriend's room. You did go there earlier to pick up your bag, which you left behind after your last visit.

"You were the last one in my room. Where's my watch?" the guy asked coldly.

— I didn't take them. I only came in to get my bag.

"You expect me to believe you? They're worth millions. Maybe you thought it was a good way to get something your family could never afford?"

You froze.

— Are you blaming me just because I come from a poor family?

• I'm just stating the obvious.

He kept pressuring you without even trying to listen.

Meanwhile, Alexander stood on the balcony, smoking. He heard every word. At first, he had no intention of interfering, but after his son's final sentence, he stubbed out his cigarette and entered the living room.

• Enough.

Everyone fell silent.

Alexander looked at his son, then at you.

"She said she didn't do it. That's enough to hear her out first, rather than going to court."

• Father, this is none of your business.

The man looked at his son in silence for a few seconds.

• Now it's mine.

His voice remained calm, but there was a threat in it.

"And if you ever again allow yourself to treat her as if she's already guilty, before you figure out the truth, you'll have to explain yourself to me."

• And what will you do?

Alexander chuckled slightly.

— I will take everything that you consider yours.

The son fell silent.

“Apologize to her,” said Alexander, looking coldly at his son.