Alexander Matthew D’Silva.
To the world, he was a man carved in ice sharp edges, zero warmth, and no time for emotion. Headlines speculated his every breath: “The Billionaire with No Past, No Passion, and No Partner”. Office whispers turned to judgments some called him heartless, others called him a mystery, and some questioned if he even liked women at all.
He didn’t care.
Let them say what they wanted. Let them believe he had a “gap” in life, or that he was too arrogant to fall in love. Let them make up stories about secret affairs or his supposed cold-blooded breakups.
Because the truth? The truth was something no one ever cared to know.
Alexander had never kissed anyone. Never touched anyone with meaning. Not because he was incapable, but because he had long stopped letting anyone close enough. He had built walls so high even the stars couldn’t reach him.
At 36, he was a man with power, with success, with respect but not a single soul who truly knew him. Not the softness he hid. Not the pain he buried.
His parents had died in a car crash when he was just seven. One second, he was in the back seat blabbering about his school… the next, he was covered in shattered glass and blood that wasn’t his. The sound of his mother’s scream still echoed in his mind like a haunting lullaby.
That day, he didn't cry. Not even when the relatives looked at him with pity. Not when the priest said words over two coffins. Not when he was sent to live in a boarding house with boys who laughed at his silence.
Instead, he made a decision.
Feelings make you weak.
Tears are dangerous.
Love is an illusion.
So he climbed. He studied, built, worked. He hardened. And slowly, no one dared to touch the boy inside.
He became “Sir Alexander” to the world. Always suited. Always sharp. Always alone.
He hated flowers, birthday surprises, small talk, and anything that smelled like vulnerability. Employees feared him. Women desired him—but only the idea of him. No one really stayed. Not because he pushed them away… but because he never let them close in the first place.
Love? It was a word thrown around like candy. Sweet, empty, forgettable.
Until something someone unexpected would crash into his controlled life. Someone whose laugh didn’t match the polished corridors of his world. Someone who smelled like books and rain, who wore joy like perfume, who had the courage to look into his eyes and not flinch.
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