The Devil's Love For The Heiress by LiLhyz

Chapter 47:
Not A Fling For Me “What about now? Are you a man already?” The question took Alexander aback. He felt slightly offended, but
at the same time, he knew it was all his fault.
Alexander sucked in a breath and looked into Savannah’s hazel eyes. For a moment, he studied her features. Her red hair was
tied into a messy bun. Her face had been cleared of make-up, showing off those light, sprinkling freckles on her skin. He used to
think those freckles made her look naturally beautiful.
Going back to her probing, he hesitantly replied, “Yes, I am a man now, I guess.” “I met Kendra after we... we sort of had a fling,
and everything changed for me. We were continents apart, both chasing our dreams, and I just assumed it would never work out.
I should have told you. I should have at least called, but I did not have the courage to tell you how my feelings changed, and I’m
sorry.” “I’m sorry, Savannah,” he repeated, spotting how she averted his gaze. “Hey?” He asked, recognizing her silence. Still
looking away, Savannah cleared her throat and replied, “I know it was just a few months that we spent together. Plus, we were
seeing each other in between tournaments.” She clenched her jaws before resuming, “But, it wasn’t just a fling for me, Alex.”
Her voice faded as she disclosed, “I – I earnestly loved you.”
There was an awkward silence that stretched between them. Alexander did not know how to answer her revelation. However,
even before he could come up with a response, Savannah said, “But it’s okay. I got over it. Don’t worry.” Finally, she gazed into
his green eyes and suggested, “And you are right. Getting into a relationship with another tennis player is just a problem.
Imagine both of you traveling around the world every year for tournaments. Sometimes, you don’t even meet up in events.”
Perhaps it was true in the past. However, in their current tennis rankings, they were, more or less, at the same level. Thus,
Alexander and Savannah would be joining the same major tournaments. Only the minor tournaments and sponsored matches
would perhaps put them in a different country.
“I was just really upset about how you treated me. Even if your feelings had changed. I did nothing wrong to you. I did not
deserve to be treated like nothing ever happened to us,” Savannah pointed out.
Alexander bowed his head. He ran his fingers through his curly blond hair and answered, “I’m sorry. I have no good excuse to tell
you other than the fact that I could not break it to you then. I knew you were such a nice person, Savvy – I mean, Savannah.”
There was a time when he called her nickname, but obviously, he had no right to do so now. He returned his regard to her and
repeated, “I did not want to have to look you in the eye or hear your sweet voice only hurt you.” “I.” He gulped and asked, “You

get what I mean, right? I’m really sorry, Savannah. You don’t know how relieved I am to tell you this now.”
“I get what you mean. Although years too late, thank you for telling me,” Savannah said. “At least we got that out of the way.”
“Again, I’m really sorry -”
“Anyway, I’m okay now, really. That was a long time ago,” Savannah clarified. “I don’t have those feelings for you anymore.” “I
accept your apology,” Savannah suddenly said, and a faint smile formed on her face. She extended her hand to him, saying,
“Friends?” Alexander smiled and took her hand, acknowledging, “Friends.” “I’m going to get some sleep, Alex. I’m so tired,”
Savannah said before shutting her eyes and turning to the other side, opposite to where Alexander sat.
Watching her back, Alexander reflected on Savannah’s words. He did not know what to make out of her revelation. Alexander
was relieved that she ultimately forgave him, and somehow, hearing her admit her previous feelings sent delightful tingles
throughout his body. He contemplated, ‘So she loved me.’ However, that excitement quickly died, recounting how she claimed to
no longer have feelings for him.
For a fleeting moment, he pondered on his previous choices. ‘What if I did not entertain my feelings for Kendra back then? What
if I sought Savannah and tried to continue what we started?’
***
“I’m back to the hotel, my Kate,” Carlos said, lying in bed. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? What if I come to you?” Kate asked
on the other line. Carlos could barely keep his eyes open, tired from what had happened overnight. Six hours had passed since
the incident at The Peninsula Hotel, and Carlos belatedly had a breather. He badly wanted to sleep, but knowing that the soldiers
would report to his uncle Ethan, he knew he had to call his Kate. Otherwise, she would think of the worst-case scenario. “I’m fine
but sore from the running, and I’m tired of having been awake all night. After the French police and what it seemed like, one
other gang member who survived, had been arrested, we went to the hospital to get ourselves checked. Fred and Alex’s
bodyguard were both injured badly, and we had to check on their operation,” Carlos narrated before a yawn escaped his lips.
“Will you be okay?” Kate asked. “I’m so worried.”
“I’ll be okay. The French police have doubled our security -”
“But how do we know that there aren’t any traitors anymore?” Kate asked.
Carlos sighed and said, “Well, the soldiers are at my door, my Kate. Bernard has assigned the same police officers who were
with us during the covert operation. We know them at least, and I trusted then with my life back then. I trust them still.”

with a sigh, he admitted, “The lead detective in the case, and I made a mistake of putting sonneone new to be with us. It was a
miscalculation that won’t happen again.”
“Okay, if you say so, Carlos. I miss you so much and worry about you all the time. Please come home soon,” Kate asked. “Get
some sleep.” “I will be soon,” Carlos replied. “Love you.” “I love you, too.”
***
At the police headquarters in Paris. “Mister Ronaldo, I sincerely apologize for my oversight,” Detective Bernard said, extending
his hand to Carlos. “I assure you, it won’t happen again.”
“Internal affairs had apparently been investigating officer Martin, but they kept it only with the higher-ups. He was a bad cop, and
I had no idea.” Officer Bernard revealed to Carlos how Jules Martin had set it up from the start.
“He was the same person who urged officer Laurent to drink water from La Santé Prison, and we found a video of how he and
Fred were in a heated argument. They wound up pointing guns at each other in one of the hotel hallways, but Jules shot first,
and he had a silencer. Plus, there was no one around them. So, no one saw and knew what happened until the soldiers came
looking for Fred and your group.” “I see,” Carlos said while massaging his jaws.
“While your men were injured in the process, rest well, knowing that their lives are no longer in danger. I heard that the operation
was a success, only that the two men need more time to recuperate,” detective Bernard said. “Another good thing that happened
here is.” Detective Bernard turned to his desk and brought out a phone that had been placed inside a sealed plastic. He said,
“We have details of where Jules Martin and the gang members were supposed to take you. “Clochemerle Island.” “And we have
done our research. This same island may not belong to the Bonnets, but it is registered in the maiden name of Hugo’s mother.”
“Together with the admission of the other gang member that survived.” With a sigh of relief, the officer claimed, “Mister Ronaldo, I
firmly believe that Guillaume Bonnet is on this island. This may be... the end of our worries.” Carlos gulped. He asked, “When
are you going there?” Leaning closer to Arlos, the detective reported, “We are preparing for the arrest operation. We will give you
feedback tomorrow.” Shutting his eyes. Carlos said under his breath, “I can’t wait.”
###
Returning to the hospital, Carlos came to visit Fred and Alexander’s bodyguard first. Then, he went to see Savannah. She was
already dressed in a new pair of clothes, ready to leave. Alexander had been with her overnight and slept in her hospital suite.

At the door, Carlos said, “Leaving already?” “Alter last night? I want to go home and spend the rest of the break with my family,”
havannah revealed. She turned to Alexander and gave him an embrace before hugging Carlos”
Stay safe, guys, and I’ll see you in Wimbledon!”
“So you guys settled your differences?” Carlos asked.
Savannah smiled and responded, “We spoke.” She looked at the two friends before bidding goodbye, “I have to go. I have a
flight to catch and still need to get to my hotel. Thanks for buying me clothes, Alex!”
After seeing Savannah go, Carlos turned to Alexander, asking, “Why are blushing?”
“What? I wasn’t blushing,” Alexander retorted with a frown, but his face turned a shade darker after Carlos’ suggestion. “Yes, you
were. You are red right now!” Carlos claimed, pointing at his face.
Alexander awkwardly walked in a circle and sat on the chair. He unknowingly hissed and reported, “She said... she loved me.”
“Woah -”
“But she also said she is over me,” Alexander continued. “Well.” Massaging his bearded jaws, Carlos asked, “Is that good? Or
does the frown on your face mean you were disappointed?”