CHAPTER TWENTY SIX – THE TUSSLE FOR ALEXANDER

"You deranged harpy!" Emma screeched, writhing against the arms straining to subdue her violent thrashing. "If you've left so much as a scratch on this face, I'll bury you in litigation until your grandchildren are bankrupt!" "My face?" Charlotte wheezed out a bitter laugh through a split, seeping lip. "That's just the outer layer of hideousness you are, you evil succubus! Inside, you're a thousand times uglier, stained black with the lies and deceptions you've unleashed!" In the maelstrom, she finally caught sight of Alexander standing stunned, utterly motionless as if frozen in time. His expression was one of pure, uncomprehending shock as he gaped at the two ravaged women, their writhing bodies still glistening with the aftermath of battle. "How could you just stand there?!" Charlotte hollered at him, desperation and betrayal clawing at her voice. "While this...this vile snake from the depths tried to destroy me! Where was your honor, your humanity when she besmirched everything