(Karis's pov) Nothing was more refreshing than getting on Xander's nerves in this toxic relationship. It was hard to understand his intentions. He acted like he didn't want me to go but, at the same time, would never admit if he loved me or not. What I craved for the most was affection. Skyler's car pulled over at our location. It was a famous lake-side restaurant you had to make reservations at least a month earlier. It made me wonder how long Skyler planned this. "How were you able to get reservations here? I remember when I was little, my mom loved eating here a lot with me, and the reservations were always made a month prior." I mentioned as we got down from the car. The restaurant was very busy. Since it was in a remote location close to the outskirts of town, the air here was more refreshing. That was what made it more popular. Skyler reached out his hands for me, which I hesitantly accepted, telling myself it was okay to casually hold hands with him and that we were f
(Karis's pov) The meal was quiet at first; after we were served appetizers the waiter came over with a trolley to serve the main meal, which was barbeque, using a trolley. It was satisfying to watch him prepare and roast the meat in front of him. I was still embarrassed from crying earlier in front of Skyler because I was too carried away at the moment. "After the blue secret gig is done what do you plan on doing concerning your design career?" He asked about business which was a good way to start up a conversation. My phone was switched off due to Xander's incessant calls, and despite the fact I was having a great time with Skyler, my mind kept on drifting to think about Xander. It was as if my mind was split into two; I tried my best to focus on Skyler because he was putting in a lot of effort to make the evening fun. "Honestly, I don't know; it depends on the success of the line," I answered. The waiter was done with my portion and just served it on my plate
(Karis's pov) Skyler spoke in riddles mixing jokes and truth. Xander was not obsessed with me in the least way. He was just fucking possessive for no reason. "I doubt Xander loves me. Our marriage isn't based on love but on our parent's fantasy of wanting their children together. It was my mother's wish that her best friend Camila did everything to fulfill after her death." I spoke my mind. What the hell does Xander see? I was not special. "You can keep on telling yourself that but I know what I see. Xander might not love you, but his obsession is obvious; why do you think he wants to keep you to himself or wants to kill any man you smile at? Your smile is rare and he wants it all for himself." I was thrown into my thoughts. Was that why Xander was against the divorce because he was obsessed with me? "If you love me or have a genuine interest, why are you telling me about another man's interest? Who is your rival? You are a strange guy." I shook my head, unabl
(Xander's pov) The car was driving steadily through the busy roads home; yeah, that's what I would call it since Karis was there. It felt like home with her around instead of an old manor with so many memories I would want to forget. Instead, it was where we would make memories that would last a long time. Lately, Karis has been mostly indoors, so I took it upon myself to accompany her to every meal, including lunch, so she would not get bored. At least that was the excuse I told myself for wanting to see her. My attention was drawn to my ringing phone. My tongue clicked in annoyance seeing it was Benji. I wondered what mischief he was up to lately. "Hey, Zed. The boys are thinking of meeting up for a drink tonight. Hope you will be there." His annoying voice chirped immediately so I picked the call. Tomorrow was Karis's birthday, so I had plans arranged for midnight tonight, so there was no way I could meet up for drinks. Even if my schedule was free I rather spe
(Xander's POV) My footsteps felt heavy as I walked back to my study from the attic of our 2 story-building mansion. There was this pain I felt in my chest like my wife was cheating on me, even though I knew that was not Karis's nature. Knowing she was God knows where with Skyler left a bitter taste in my mouth and a strong feeling of fury burning inside me. Since my schedule was already cleared for the day, there was no need to head back to the office; the door to my study creaked open. I strode inside, pulling off my jacket, which I tossed on the lounge chairs before making my way to the minibar to pour myself a glass of drink, preferably scotch. I clung down the alcohol, which burned down my throat like the anger burning in me, but it didn't seeth me. My hands grabbed the remaining drink in the bottle and the glass as I walked towards my workstation desk. After settling down behind the desk, I switched on my system with my fingers rapidly tapping the key
(Karis's pov) I could not understand why Miranda would bother to beg me. She probably thought I was old Karis, who easily could be bullied and forced to do her bidding. She clenched her fist by her side, it likely felt degrading to her to beg me. Emma must be in a bad situation, from my guess, and I didn't feel the least sorry for her. "John please escort Mrs Reynolds out," I instructed him, leaving Miranda there, ignoring her pleas that only ruined my mood. I wondered where Xander must have gone. He must be a bit pissed that I snuck away with Skyler, the urge to see his pissed face made me happy, but unfortunately, he was not around. Miranda resisted being thrown out, but I couldn't believe it. "Karis, you can act smug for now, but I promise you it won't stay this way." She cussed out, but I ignored her completely. My attention was drawn to my phone, Skyler was calling. I answered the call immediately, seeing no reason to ignore it. My heels clicked ag
(Xander's pov) The loud baring music played in the background, the air was filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes but that was expected since this is a fucking club. Proxima Centauri, this was the biggest night club in town and it was owned by Ivan. On the surface it was a regular club but in reality was the base of underground deep Mafia activities but that is a story for another night. Tonight it was just a regular club. My so-called friends were seated in the VIP area in the gallery that oversaw the regular floor. Without a doubt our table gathered a lot of attention, our faces were not popular but it was unforgettable. Especially Ivan flashing a flirty grin at the girls at first glance it was obvious he was the Playboy here and definitely a bad influence on Benji the youngest one. Benji was a cheerful guy but not necessarily a Playboy but it didn't mean he was not a flirt. This was meant to be a fun night but it was far from that for me. I just could
(Xander's POV)The music was very loud and I was not enjoying it in the least way. I fucked up big time but too stubborn to accept it. "Hey charming," a brunette chimed by my side. She was not bad in the eyes, but to me, she looked plain. The Brunette seemed very young. My guess is she was 18 at most. I ignored her because I couldn't afford to be called a paedophile. I was never interested in stuff like that. I brushed past her, and my sharp grey eyes scanned the crowd, searching for someone to dance with. The dare was to dance with someone without thinking about Karis so I have not lost the dare yet. I need to find someone that looks nothing like Karis, ginger or blonde, preferably. There I spotted her; she looked to be around 24. From her eyes, you could see she was an experienced woman who had seen a lot completely different from my little red, whose eyes still sparkled. She felt my gaze and looked in my direction. She was surprised at first, probably stunned at m
(Karis's pov) The image of Valeria hugging Xander shook me to my core. I soon forgot the feeling I had about the boy as my biggest fear seemed to be coming true. He wanted to take away my child. "Mummy," Val softly called once she recognized my presence, lifting her head from her father. Pardon, I mean Xander's chest. "Red," he called softly once he met my eyes; this time, I was certain his eyes were filled with regret and guilt, but I ignored him to focus on my angel. Her voice was soft with her eyes watery. Xander also looked at me and he seemed to be struck. "Val, come to mummy," I squatted on the floor with my hands wide open for Val. I had to compose myself first and make sure my daughter wasn't in his arms. She nodded at Xander and then left his arms before coming into my arms. I pulled her closer sensing her comforting scent. "Why were you crying?" I asked, ignoring the heated gaze I was getting from Xander. I glanced over at Xander and realized the little b
(Xander's Pov) Kyle and I Anonymously agreed to keep the police involvement to a minimum because Emma has a talent for slipping out of their custody every time. They would only serve as backup; right now, the search for Emma has begun. Ivan ran one of the biggest Mafia organizations in town by the time I was done with her, that is if she could survive his torture techniques. She would spill everything on how she knew about Karis's pregnancy and steal a baby because that was the only explanation. Emma stole my biological child from Karis to frame. It explained why she and her mother didn't treat Vance like theirs and abused him. All this while I was oblivious and neglected him. Well, it was a fact that I was dumb now; Emma took advantage of my sentiment, knowing I wouldn't pay much attention to her until she gave birth to make her plans. Everything was perfect, the misunderstanding leading to me thinking Karis was dead and then Emma's pregnancy. At that po
(Karis's pov) There was thunderous applause as the contestants finished playing. They were good but I was confident Val would not be any worse. The theatre was stunning, almost overwhelming; I knew almost everyone here came from an impressive background. Their clothes told it all. Everything was gold and red, glowing under the huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The seats were soft, covered in velvet. I shifted in my seat, trying to steady my nerves. Tonight was Valeria’s big violin performance, and I couldn’t have been prouder or more anxious. This competition was large and had been going on for years. I once attended it before with Mum, but it was to watch Alessia's performance. My memories were blurry and I don't remember much from that day. I always knew Val's classical music talent was from Xander's side of the family. Xander was good, but after his bad-boy teenage stage, he would rather die than play the piano. The curtains rose, and my heart skipped
(Xander's pov) Today was Vance's competition with Val; although I didn't like the sounds of piano keys due to the unpleasant memories it brought me, I was still in a good mood thinking about the competition. Karis finally agreed on the partnership. I was a bit sceptical about whether she would accept or not, but everything ended well. I was a step from redemption because I was going to do the best I could to show her my sincerity. She could go around claiming Skyler was her fiance, but her hand was bare; there was no fucking ring. "Don't forget to arrive on time." Mum urged me over the phone. It was Christmas Eve, but I still had an important event to attend before heading for the Vance competition that was later that day. I wasn't going to miss it for the world not just because of the children but because I was certain my little red was going to be there. Although Karis had no idea I had eyes on her, I knew she had already left with Val for the compe
(Karis's pov) The entire room went still, I could not believe my eyes. This was unexpected and I truly didn't know how to react. Skyler had been more than a friend, but he wasn't my lover. At times, I considered him family. To be honest, over the years, I had tried to fall in love with Skyler, but I really could not make myself to. Whenever he brought up his feelings I always found a way to avoid the conversation. That was how things worked, and Skyler had never shoved it down, but seeing him go on one knee left me in a complete mess. "Skyler, I ..." I didn't even know how to form the words, Skyler's eyes dulled before I even finished the sentence. "Karis, please, I am not worse than him in any way, and I promise you will be the only one in my life. I will give the security he never gave." Skyler kept on promising. He wasn't lying. He was capable of doing all those things, but why was it hard to say yes? "I need more time, I can't accept your ring. Madam Esmeralda isn't r
(Karis's pov) There was a light knock on my door distracting me from my work. It was the housekeeper, "Ma'am, sorry to interrupt you, but Mr Crest is here to see you." Her voice informed me. I was surprised by the news because Skyler didn't tell me he was coming over, and honestly, the past few days after meeting Xander, Skyler hadn't crossed my mind. Aside from everything that happened that day, the one thing that stuck to my mind was his claims of not knowing what happened between him and Emma but it was hard to believe remembering what happened in the past between us. "I will be down in a bit." My feet made soft footsteps as I made my way downstairs. My eyes immediately spotted Skyler, who was sitting in the living area waiting for me. For an odd reason, he didn't seem pleased. "Skyler," I called out but he didn't glance at me. His eyes were focused on something in the living room. My eyes followed his line of sight to see a bouquet I left off the table, which
(Xander's pov) Karis was completely taken aback, but it was the truth. If possible, I wanted to reveal the truth about Vance that he might be hers, but I think it would be absurd at first. I needed the maternity test results. "Xander, please, I don't need this. I was desperate for the supplies, but if you think, I would sit here and listen to this. I am out of here." She suddenly declared getting off her seat. She wasn't going to believe me, and I expected it though, but at that moment I panicked. I stood up after her, then held her hand, pulling her further. She yelped. My eyes met her hazel eyes, and if I had not exercised every control in my body at that moment, I would have kissed her, but that would only push her away. I let go of her hand and then drew in a deep breath, "You should learn how to mask your emotions; if your emotions get ahead of you, that will be the beginning of your failure ." I advised her, when what I was doing was letting my emotions get
(Karis's pov) His office was still the same as the full-length ground-to-ceiling windows, the lounge area made with finely selected furniture all white, his desk was black, the floor was black, and the walls were white. It was still his neutral-coloured office, I remembered. He had just a few colours from the pictures hanging on the wall. There used to be some flower vases in here, which I ordered in my past life, but I guess that never happened in this life. The only thing that was out of place from my memories was a small picture frame on Xander's desk. It was our wedding photo, weird. Why did he have a picture of me in his office? I questioned myself but I didn't want to think about it. Xander was puzzled. I could never understand. His lips pulled into a sad smile, "I guess I will have to send you flowers every day to make up for it." He said walking away from his desk. Where did that come from? "You honestly don't need to bother; I have a fiance who can do
(Karis's pov) I know if Bertha or Skyler found out about what I was about to do, they would chew me raw, but I was running out of options. The production has to start and Xander played an evil move by monopolizing the market and cutting off the black market. It was fine, I just had to feed his ego for now. The car arrived at the Van Diaz building. I didn't carry Lavender with me because I felt it was better to come alone. After taking a deep breath to calm my nerves I alighted from the vehicle. It was no big deal; we were just here to talk. At most, Xander might bring up what happened four years ago. Walking through the door, it took me a minute to reminisce; the company had not changed a bit. I remembered how I walked my ass out to escape this place and now I was back here in the name of negotiation. Even the front desk receptionist was still the same. Things didn't change from my past life for them, maybe, but they did for me. I made my way to the receptionis