Novels by SomewhatInsane17

Zoey's POV 6 months later "Thank you," Taking the glass out of Alex's hand, I examine the cold beverage. The water on the outside that runs down my bare hand sends a shiver up my spine. It is weird how she still sticks with me after all these months, after I straight up lied to her face for so long. She was the only one who actually reached out to me after though. I explained everything and we both agreed to forget about it. I haven’t seen her brother since that night, which is not really much of a surprise since he clearly disapproved of my pregnancy. He doesn’t care about the baby. He only sends handsome loads of money, along with the full ten million dollars I was promised, but I refuse to accept anything from him. He needs to learn that money can't fix everything. "It's the pasteurized stuff." She gives me a reassuring smile. Plopping back down on the lounge chair, she swirl in her own drink. "I made sure of it." I smile softly, thanking her again. I am just hyper conscious o

Xavier's POV I look over at the two beautiful women standing in front of me. A look of extreme guilt rests on both of their faces. "Does this have anything to do with what you wanted to talk about later?" I direct the question to Zoey, already knowing the exact answer: Yes, it does. Alex cast her eyes to the floor before quietly excusing herself, leaving Zoey and I alone in the long hall. She folds her slim arms across her chest looking down at the floor. "Come with me." I turn on my heel and walk to the nearest room so we can have a private conversation. What she said about thinking she was pregnant has been eating at me. She looked so hurt when she told me it was nothing. I guess that's why she has been avoiding me the entire week. She wants a child. If I'm being completely honest, I really do not want a kid right now. I have so many things to think of and balance. Having a kid would not be healthy for the both of us. I would need to give him or her all the love and support

Zoey's POV I groan looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is combed neatly in a sleek low ponytail and a light layer of makeup settle on my face. Twisting my body sideways I look down at my belly. I gently rub it. It's growing but it hardly shows; it just looks like I am a bit bloated. It has been a week since I came back here and my symptoms are getting worse. I have frequent headaches, my breasts are a bit tender and I am a little fatigued and more nauseous than usual. I have an appointment tomorrow though that I have to go to with Xavier. He'd been asking questions but I just shut him down every single time. I can't bring myself to tell him, this past week especially, after what happened last week. He has a right to know, that's why I plan on telling him tonight when we get back from this engagement dinner. It is his kid regardless of our situation. I step into a pair of flats and grab my purse from the bed. I was just about to leave when I see Xavier standing at th

Zoey's POV I try to suppress the disappointment and the dull pain in my chest, clutching it until I can hardly breathe. The newfound pain gnaw at my throat, coming out in the form of a silent cry. Beads of salty water carelessly fall from my eyes tainting my cheeks. I sniff, trying to control it, as I slowly slide down the bathroom door and unto the cold floor. A new wave of emotion struck my heart sending a chill through my entire body. I can hardly hold it back anymore. My soundless sobs rock my body as my shoulders convulse, forcing more tears to stream from my already blurry eyes. I can feel the hot tears dripping on my blouse and hands. I squeeze my eyes shut silently letting the tears weld there. I'm so stupid! How could I have been so stupid?! I lean my head back against the wall for support, an excruciating pain jab at my chest. My hands immediately falls to my belly, rubbing my it in a circular motions, whispering comforting words to our unborn child. How could he do

Xavier's POV I roll my eyes at Natasha who staggers through the doorway of her father's secret hoard of liquor. The strong scent of vodka, mixed with the cool air, takes over the foyer almost immediately. What the fuck is she even doing here? "Finally you made it," she slurs, hiccuping as she gives me a once over. Her eyes then flicker to Zoey. She clicks her tongue and raiseher eyebrows. "This should be fun." I look behind me at Zoey. She just rolls her eyes and stand her ground. I smirk, turning back around. I swear, if she so much as lets a letter slip from her mouth I'll fuck her up real bad. My mind automatically goes back to the day when I wake up in my office drunk and angry beside a naked Natasha. I grimace. Even now I can't remember what happened. Knowing this vindictive bitch though, she'd try to ruin my life every possible chance she got. Drunk or not. I roll my eyes once more taking in her drunken state. "Uh, babe, can you go up to our room? I need to have a w

Zoey's POV It's over. It's finally over. I squeeze my fiance's hand lightly as he gently tugs me through the small crowd filing out of the courtroom. The eagerly awaiting paparazzi and media outlets on the concrete step quickly run up to meet us, flashing their cameras and shoving microphones in our faces. Xavier's bodyguards quickly spring into action, trying to make a safe walkway for us to get to our car. "Right this way, sir." One of them guide us while the others tried to form a semi-circle to separate us from the thick crowd. I press the dark shades to my face in order to protect my eyes from the blinding flashes. General and personal questions are thrown my way but I ignore them. Do these people have, like, no chill? I feel extremely queasy as I absentmindedly hold my slightly puffy belly. I don't know whether it is due to the fact that I have morning sickness or that I have to relive my awful experience in that unpleasant courtroom, or maybe the fact that I'm basically

I've been in this hellhole for six days. At least I think so. I've been moved to a different room days ago so it's hard to keep track when there are no windows, or a damn clocks, but at least I get a locked door. The random intervals of when they bring food is absolute insanity. Dinner, lunch and breakfast is served sometimes in the middle of the night or even in the middle of the day. It's all blurred into one long stretch of confusion. Sometimes I hear footsteps in the hallway, but that doesn't help with the time. I am crouched down by the sink, water drips from my naked body but I ignore it. I am on a mission. The sound of my breath echoes in my ear as I hastily make a small singular scratch into the cardboard roll. One line for today. They are six tallies now. That's all I have. It's strange, how the days stretch and bend, like rubber, until everything feels like it's been forever. Today's slower than usual, the kind of slow that makes the air feel heavy. I wonder if

The older man watches me intently. The gleam in his eyes is something between cruel amusement and sick satisfaction. He takes another slow deliberate sip from his glass, as if savouring the moment. He's clearly a man that enjoys his victories drawn out."You were never just some random acquisition," he muses as he sets down the glass. "We knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped onto that stage... but, perhaps more importantly, we knew exactly who would come looking for you."The air around us grows thick as the weight of his words slowly presses down on my chest. I can't help but to curl my fingers into fists on my lap as hot anger surges through me like a forest fire."You're bait," the man continues in that sick smooth almost mocking tone of his. "Your ex-fiancé made some unfortunate enemies, and you? Well, you're quite the prize possession, aren't you?"I silently clench my jaw so tight at the insufferable matter-of-fact tone it starts to ache. The thought of that bastard-

A shower is what I need before whatever comes next. The place is too much of an upgrade to pass up a moment of comfort plus I need to think. I push the bathroom door open and enter, the luxuriousness of it almost brings me to tears, I haven't seen a real bathroom in so long. Back at the pit, all the girls shared a communal shower under the perverted gaze of guards. Now standing here, the sleek countertop and the giant tub feels like a distant dream. The marble floors and soft lighting is almost too much to take in. I close the door behind me, the quiet sound of the lock clicks in place in the otherwise silent room. I stand for a moment and just take in the space. The shower looks like something straight out of a magazine that is wide, open and with floor-to-ceiling glass and a rainfall showerhead. This is the kind of privacy I've craved for the longest. I run my hands over the smooth stone of the sink. For a second I think about just getting on with it and go downstairs like he wan

I don't know how long I've been out but the first thing I notice when I wake up is the weight of the silence. No movement.No sound. The only thing I hear is the faint hum of what I can assume is a distant air conditioner. My body feels sluggish and heavy like I've been asleep for days but I'm not sure. I blink my eyes open slowly, feeling disoriented and out of sorts. The light is muted, soft in its descent from the ceiling above. I take a moment to adjust and focus on the space around me. The room is sparse and decorated in soft, neutral tones. It's nothing too fancy but the quality of the sparse furniture is unmistakable. It's rich and expensive. The bed beneath me is soft and smooth against my skin. It's a far cry from the cold and sterile environment I had expected. I try to stand up but my body protests. My limbs are stiff, my muscles are sore from being drugged and dragged around through God knows where. I try to take in my surroundings, but everything feels off. A table si

The man's hand on my chin steadies my head as he ensures that every set of hungry eyes in the room as a clear view of my face. I let my expression remain unreadable, even as their gazes crawls over my skin like filth. The first bid comes fast. "Fifty thousand." A voice from the left rings out. The slicked back hair man gleams like he has already won. The expression causes my stomach to turn. "Sixty," another counters.The numbers then begin to climb, being tossed around the room like poker chips at a high-end table. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. My price raises with each greed and with every call, the air grows thicker, more suffocating. I am nothing more than an investment to them. A possession. A thing to be bought and claimed. I swallow back the bile burning in my throat. The women seated in the room sip their expensive drinks, some feign disinterest, and others watch on with sharp and cruel eyes. They are just as complicit in this as the men, perhaps even more so. They know what

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Xavier's POV Seven years laterThe sound of my ringtone cuts through the thick tension in the room. The unexpected call had come in the middle of a crucial meeting with the board. Picking up the device from the table, I glance at the number flashing on the screen. It's from the school. A sense of foreboding washes over me, given that they only call for two reasons: an emergency or if Ty is in trouble. And considering that it's the middle of the day, it's unlikely to be the former. Ignoring the disapproving glances, I step out and steel myself for whatever news awaits as I press the answer button. With formalities out of the way, I listen as the principal outlines the situation. My brows furrow in a mix of anger and concern when he stated that they caught Ty hacking school's computer system. Even though there is no digitial link traced back to him, he stressed on the severity of the situation. Apparently, Tyler's action is a serious violation that goes against the school's code of co

Xavier's POV 3 months laterThe day is finally here. The day that will tie me and Zoey together in a bond stronger than any contract or business deal - marriage. Our estate is swarmed with vendors, caterers, decorators, all working in a synchronized chaos to transform our home into a magical wedding venue.Despite the commotion outside, the groom's quarter is a sanctuary of calm. I'm surrounded by my closest friend and my brothers, their familiar banter and light-hearted teasing prove to be a soothing balm to my escalating nerves. "Hey, I got one." Alec pipes up as the roars of laughter somewhat dies down. I groan to which he chuckle. Once again, I am subjected to this foolishness and on my motherfucking wedding day at that. "Xavier once told me he'd never get married... that he'd remain a bachelor forever. I should've known... the only promise he's ever kept is 'Double or nothing' on poker nights." This raises another cackle of laughter, I roll my eyes at their antics. "Fuck y'all

*play the song above then start reading. You'll get the feels... trust.Xavier's POV "Xavierrr," Zoey moans as I whine and grind up inside her. Oh Lord. Who knew pregnant pum pum was this maddening? Her pregnant pum pum to be exact. "Mhmm. Fuck. Xavvvv." Squishing sounds and moans fills the room blending in with the sounds of early morning traffic coming from the distance. Extra fluid run down her leg and onto our satin sheets soaking it. She's definitely enjoying this. A smile tugs at my lips at the thought. We've done a quick round last night but I just can't help myself plus I woke up stiff as fuck. My desire for her is insatiable. Now, with everything seemly behind us, I've been all up inside her whenever and wherever I get the chance to as long as she's comfortable with it. In the distance the sun begins to peak over the horizon, its rays stream through the gaps in the curtains bathing our room in a golden glow. Today's the day. The day I'll ask Zoey to be my wife and join me

Zoey's POV Three full whole weeks have passed since the night Xavier unveiled the startling truth about Dasha. Time since then has continued to flow, bringing with it a mix of routine and unforseen challenges. As the Chief Financial Officer of Agrocentre Enterprises, my days are usually consumed by spreadsheets, finance reports, and strategy meetings. Today, however, I find my mind wandering to more personal concerns. My period is late. I'd noticed it a couple of days ago and have since been distracted. I'm caught between the thrill of hope and the sobering realism that it could be nothing more than stress-induced irregularity.Yet, that's not the only thing that piqued my interest since week. A close inspection of the company's documents had revealed a surprising. The ownership of Agrocentre Enterprises, the company where I'm serving as a CFO, appears to have been transferred over to me. When, how or why this had transpired I have not a clue, but I'm positive this switch up has eve

Xavier's POVMy heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the feelings I harbour for the woman laying in my arms. Zoey. Her name is a mantra in my mind, a single word that holds so much meaning, so much emotion. Our breaths mingles, our bodies still intertwined on the couch. The open space is bathed in the soft light of the moon which casts an ethereal glow over everything. The night is peaceful, intimate and perfect.My fingers trail lightly down her back in a soothing manner. She shivers in response to the touch to which I smile. She's a beautiful woman, each and every surface of her. Those striking hazel eyes, that sexy smile, the way she looks at me with so much love - it's overwhelming but in the best way possible."I love you, Zoey," I whisper into her hair, my words heavy with the truth of my feelings. This woman, she's become my world, my anchor. She has brought the gift of love and light into my life, one that I'll will be eternally grateful for.She stirs in my arms, her

Zoey's POVI watch as the sun slowly sinks into the far horizon. It's the natural end of yet another day.Certain things do have to come a natural end don't they? Heaving a heavy sigh, my fingers toy with the cold handle of the ceramic mug. The remnants of my hot coffee lingers at the bottom of it. Soft overhead lights flickers on bathing the small café with an unnatural dim glow. The quiet hum of background conversation create an atmosphere of warmth and comfort but I feel quite the opposite of it. Ethan's earnest brown eyes study me over the rim of his coffee cup, a soft smile playing on his lips. His white coat is draped over the chair next to him, the medical emblem of his profession and a strong testament to the countless lives he's saved.True be told Ethan and I were never serious. It was a casual relationship, one that was built on common interests and convenience, but I've realize now that it's time to move on. With Xavier making efforts to be a part of Tyler's life and min