(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) That night, I could barely have a second of sleep; Xander didn't return all night. My eyes were dark, and my head was slightly aching. I didn't understand why I felt so disturbed like something bad happened. My eyes glanced at the space beside me that was completely cold to my touch, reminding me of the reality he didn't come last night. A long sigh left my lips as I rolled off the bed. My head was spinning like mad. Knock, knock. My head started ringing when I heard the loud knocking sound from the door. "Who is it?" I groaned, dragging my legs to the door. It was like I was having a hangover when I didn't even have a tiny bit of alcohol. "Sorry for waking you up but there is something that demands your urgent attention." I heard Deborah's voice strained voice from outside the door. My brows furrowed with deep frown lines. "What is it exactly?" I asked her as the door creaked open. My eyes fell on Deborah; she had panic evidence in her eyes,
(Karis's Pov) Talk about being slapped by a reality you didn't want to accept. Bertha gave me her phone, and I scrolled through the DM, my face getting more pale each second. This shouldn't be shocking to me but yet I really could not comprehend why this was happening. "Bertha, what is it? Can you explain Better?" I asked with my voice shaking. Bertha's gaze softened, and she reached out to grab my hand. "An old friend of mine said he spotted Xander leaving a club last night with a mysterious lady he could not recognize. Since he is aware that we are friends he decided to trail Xander until they got to a hotel. He thought something felt off about Xander." Bertha explained. I glanced at the picture. I didn't want to believe it was really him; from the angle it was taken, it was blurry and hard to recognize the man and lady, but I knew deep down it was Xander. The lady was hard to recognize because the camera was primarily focused on Xander. My hands on my skirt
(Karis's pov) I cried in Bertha's arms until we got to the ground floor. No questions were asked, she just let me pour out my heart. Why did it hurt so much when I expected it? "Everything will be alright." She tried to assure me even though we both knew that would never be the case. Earlier, I left the estate in Betty's car, so she was the one driving while my eyes were on the window, just watching the image of our environs blur away as we drove past them. "So what next? Are you heading back to the De Marco estate?" Bertha asked me, her gaze was on the road as she drove. I did not even care where she was driving to and let her just drive me away from that hotel. Since she didn't get a reply, she continued talking. "You can stay with me if you can't face him again. My family villa is large enough for the both of us." She was indeed disturbed by my eerie silence. "Drop me off at the Crest Towel. " I mentioned not taking my eyes away from the window. There was a hole in my he
(Xander's Pov) My head was aching so badly it felt like splitting apart. What the hell happened? I never get hangovers when I drank my ass off in the past. The sound of light footsteps caught my attention but my head was killing me too much to open my eyes and see who. If I had bothered seeing who it was, that would have saved me a lot of trouble. I felt someone clinging to me, so I naturally thought it was my little red, but something about this stop felt off. This place didn't smell like home or my little red. I also could not remember how I got home. My brows furrowed as I slowly opened my eyes despite the horrible headache that was killing me. ' Where am I?' Those were the first questions on my mind because I didn't recall where I was or how the hell I got here. A bad feeling took over my gut as my heartbeat dropped to my stomach, and my eyes slowly travelled to my waist, where someone was clinging to me. Strawberry blonde hair, you got to be fucking
(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