Xander’s POV“She is her own person. Get that through your thick skull. I can’t believe you and I grew up in the same home.”“Is that what you think this is?” Zach moved like he was drunk. “She’s mine. You stole her from me.”Zach wavered, swaying slightly on his feet. His face was flushed, either from the alcohol or the anger—or both. He took a step toward me, his fists still clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might actually try to hit me.“I hate you,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “You think you’re better than me. You think you can just take whatever you want.”I shook my head, feeling a mix of anger and pity. “You’re drunk, Zach. You don’t know what you’re saying.”But then, before I could react, he lunged at me, his fist swinging wildly. It was a sloppy, uncoordinated punch, and I easily dodged it. He stumbled forward, losing his balance, and crashed to the floor in a heap.“How about…” I tried to help him up but he kicked my leg which had me stabbing back.He jumped to
Xander’s POVI looked at her at the stairs, her stance before me showing that she wanted me to do something with her.Her cleavages were her defining features with her short gown barely going to her knees.She used her tongue to lick her teeth as she showed her pearly whites with her eyes eating me up like I was a snack.Amelia could be seductive when she wanted, but she should know that I was with someone else. Her sister.I was not leaving Audrey for her.“Hey there big boy,” she smiled at me as I raised a brow in confusion.“What do you want?” I asked as she chuckled, rearing her head back in heavy laughter. “I just want to know how you’re doing. That is all. I don’t think it’s a problem.”“Amelia, I know why you’re here. It’s your sister's birthday. Shouldn’t you be with her and not me?”She rolled her eyes. “She’s drunk. I saw her stumbling around looking for what to do but I’m sure she’s passed out somewhere. You and I have all the time tonight to do something. We can do it on
Xanders POV “Things didn’t have to change,” she shot back. “You chose for them to change. You chose her.”I leaned back in my seat while staring at her. What was she thinking?“I’m married to her. You think I’ll leave her for some dream that you and I can be together again? I don’t know why you’re dragging this. Just let it go already. It’s over.”“Nothing is over,” she growled. “You were mine first before you decided to go for her. How could you do that to me?”“I didn’t do anything to you.”“She isn’t worth it. Just sign a divorce paper and everything and come for me.”I laughed. “Amelia, you're not serious.”“But I am. Just do it.”“I didn’t know I would say it but you’re just like your mother.”She gasped. “You take that back!”“And why would I do that? You want me to get rid of your sister? Well I’m not doing it. So you can forget about it.”Amelia stared at me for a long moment, her chest rising and falling as she processed my words. “You think you love her,” she said softly,
Amelia’s POVWhat she had said got my attention and I wondered if she was right to have said such.I looked at her and felt some kind of hope within me. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was really a way to win him back.“How?” I asked with a desperate voice. “How do I get him back?”She stopped pacing and turned to me with a sharp eye.She narrowed her eyes and considered me for a moment.“Are you sure you want me to help you?” She asked. “Because you look like you’ll chicken out if I start.”“Mum,” I said, tired of her withholding this information from me. “Just tell me all I need to know. Please.”She folded her arms. “Alright. Well first of all, you need to stop thinking about Audrey as his wife. She isn’t important. You of all people should know this. She is nothing. She is just a little distraction. A little dot in Xanders life, that is all. You can easily erase her. It shouldn’t be a problem.”I don’t like where this was going but I shook my head lightly. “Mum, they have been ma
Zachary’s POVThe minute I dropped down from the car, I started to my room, exhausted and drunk.I got into my apartment and headed into the bathroom to pour water over my face.As I stood over the sink while looking at my reflection, all I could think about was the way I had somehow destroyed my only chance at getting all Amelia’s father had.The riches they had and everything could have been mine. But somehow, Audrey had gotten married to my brother and ruined everything for me.I was so mad at myself that I didn’t know when I raised my hand and punched the mirror hard enough to shatter it.I yelled in pain while blood flowed everywhere.“Damn it!” I yelled in rage while holding up my bloody hand.I couldn’t believe I had been stupid enough to have done that.I rinsed the blood off, watching the blood flow down the drain as my rage raised to high levels again.Thinking of Audrey and Xander made me sick.How could she do this to me?She was supposed to be with me. How did she rush to
Lola’s POVI shrugged, feeling the familiar frustration bubble up again. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. We didn’t talk about it in detail. But he’s married, and that’s…that’s the problem.”Jasmine frowned, swirling her drink as she processed what I’d said. “So, he’s taken. That sucks, but I mean, people get married all the time. Doesn’t mean it’s forever, right?”I raised an eyebrow, unsure where she was going with this. “What do you mean?”Jasmine leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m just saying, marriages fall apart. Especially when there’s a third party involved.”Ella, always the romantic, frowned at Jasmine’s suggestion. “Jasmine, are you seriously suggesting that Lola break up a marriage? That’s… I don’t know, that feels kind of wrong.”Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Ella. We’re not talking about some random guy she just met. This is Xander. The guy she’s known since childhood. The guy she’s had a thing for, like, forever. You’re telling me she s
Lola’s POVI parked in front of his office with a smile on my face as I got out the glasses and looked at the person standing by my car.“Take care of her,” I gave my keys to the person by the company before walking into the company with a coming strut.I was impressed by his company. He really had done something with his money.I could see how massive the place was.I smiled as the guards opened the doors for me as I walked in like I owned the place.It was a busy company with people going around without a care in the world.I walked straight to the company assistant and smiled at her.“I’d like to see your boss,” I said with a stern look as she looked at me like I had come to the wrong place.“Do you have a meeting with him?” She asked as I shrugged.“I don’t,” I smiled. “But tell her a Lola is here to see him.”But she wasn’t about to be told what to do as she leaned back in her seat.“I’m sorry but I’m only told to get in people who actually have meetings with the boss. You don’t
Xander’s POVThe way she talked and looked around made me know she was very sophisticated.She was different from how we used to be.I watched her and I looked away with a smile on my face.“What is it?” She asked with an amused look as I shrugged.“You are different,” I said as she shrugged.“You don’t expect me to look the same way as I used to be in the past. Of course I would change.”“Yeah.”“But stop trying to change the subject. This is about us. I want you to answer me with a straight face.”I rolled my eyes. “You were always hellbent on not caring about other people’s ideas.”“Oh come on. You already know I love listening to people’s ideas.”I shrugged and waved her on. “What was the question again?”“It wasn’t really a question. It was more about how you’ve become a billionaire.”I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Well, it didn’t happen overnight. A lot of hard work, a lot of sleepless nights. You know how it is.”She smiled, leaning back in her chair. “I do. But still
Stephanie’s pov“You’re mad,” I hissed, trying to maintain my composure even as fear coiled around my throat.“Mad?” His laughter was sharp and cruel. “You haven’t even begun to see mad.” He loosened his grip slightly, but his presence was still oppressive. “Do you think I didn’t hear every word you said to Barve back there? You two plotting your next move, thinking you’re so untouchable. Well, guess what? I want in. Whatever it is you’re planning—Eric, the company, the inheritance—I want a piece of it.”I froze, my mind racing as I tried to process his words. He knows.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart.“Oh, don’t play coy with me.” His grin widened, and he took a step back, crossing his arms. “Shall I spell it out for you? How about I start with telling Eric whose child Amelia really is?”My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt. He couldn’t possibly know. Could he?The commissioner’s eyes
Stephanie’s povThe drive to the police station with the commissioner was tense. He sat beside me, fiddling with his phone and stealing nervous glances in my direction. I knew he didn’t trust me, and frankly, the feeling was mutual. But for now, our goals aligned, and that was all that mattered.When we arrived, the station was bustling with officers shuffling papers and interrogating suspects. The chaos only fueled my annoyance. The commissioner led me through a narrow hallway toward the holding cells, and my heels clicked sharply against the linoleum floor, each step echoing my growing irritation.Finally, we arrived at the cell where Dr. Barve was being held. To my surprise, he wasn’t in the dingy cell I had imagined. Instead, he lay on a cot in what seemed to be an improvised medical room, pale and disheveled. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air.The commissioner gestured toward the door. “I’ll leave you two to talk. But don’t take too long.”I nodded curtly. “You’ll be
Stephanie’s povThe moment the commissioner’s words hit me, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles turning white. His voice was calm, almost amused, as if he knew he had me cornered.“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice trembling with both rage and fear.“I said,” he repeated with deliberate slowness, “the only way you’ll get your precious doctor out of prison is if you come to my bedroom tonight. Otherwise, I’ll make sure both of you rot behind bars. And let me remind you, Stephanie, your dear doctor Barve has already sung like a canary.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to process his words. He knew. He knew everything. My plans, my schemes—he had it all. And now, he wanted to use that against me.“You’re bluffing,” I hissed, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “You don’t have anything on me.”“Oh, but I do,” he said, chuckling darkly. “Dr. Barve was very… forthcoming under
Stephanie’s povI stormed out of the house, the heels of my shoes clicking loudly against the tiled floor as I made my way to the garden. My anger boiled beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. As I stepped outside, I saw them—my so-called guards, lounging around as if their job was to host a tea party.“You useless idiots!” I barked, my voice cutting through the tranquil air. They scrambled to their feet, startled by my sudden appearance. “Why haven’t you done anything about Audrey and her stupid guards? You’re just standing here like statues!”One of them, the taller of the group, dared to speak up. “Ma’am, Miss Audrey had us demoted. We’re no longer allowed near Sir Eric. We’ve been reassigned to… garden duty.”I narrowed my eyes, fury rising like a tide. “And you just accepted that? You let her strip you of your duties without so much as a fight?”He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others for support, but they all avoided my gaze. Pathetic. “Ma’am,” he stammered, “h
Xander's povAudrey’s lips quirked into a partial smile. “I wish I could’ve seen that. Stephanie wigging out? That doesn’t happen often.”“It really was something,” I told her, stretching back in my chair and lacing my fingers behind my head. “She tried to threaten me, as a matter of fact. Told me I was a loser wasting my time. So I just smiled and reminded her that we all have secrets—the would-be doctor she paid off. She didn’t know how to deal with it.”Audrey’s smile faded. She was suddenly serious. “Do you think she’ll give up now? Or do you think she’ll escalate?”I thought about that for a second.“I don’t know,” I said finally. “Stephanie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who stops doing something just because it’s not working anymore.”“Yeah, but we’ve pretty much shut down every avenue she’s tried so far. And barve is gone, basically . . .”“She’ll try something else,” I interrupted, then continued with my original thought. “But it really seems like she’s running out of o
Stephanie’s povI decided to visit Barve and know if there was any way in saving him.The police station was cold and smelled like sweat and sterilizer. I hated places like this; the air seemed to laugh at my love of high fashion and higher society by holding onto me as if it could keep me grounded in reality. But necessary or not, if I wanted to take back control of my life, I had to do this.I was led to the holding room, my heels echoing briskly on the hard tile floor as I navigated behind the lead officer. Doctor Barve was hunched on the steel bench, beyond his usual arrogance and distanced demeanor with a fusion of angst seen only in a man desperate for an escape. He glanced up from under his brows when he heard me drawing nearer, his face betraying an expression indicative of shock mingled with relief.“Stephanie,” he muttered under his breath as if no time were left to lose. “You’re here—”I folded my arms over my chest and tilted my head, studying him with mild disgust. “Wha
Stephanie’s pov"I... I don't think so," he said finally, and his tone gave me pause.I sighed loudly. I was already regretting hiring these incompetents. “Fine. I’ll handle it. Don’t call me unless someone is actually fucking dying.” I ended the call and dialed Dr. Barve’s number immediately, annoyed that I was even having to make this personal phone call, but my annoyance went deeper when his phone rang and rang and then clicked over to voicemail. I tried again with the same result, feeling myself become more irritated as my fingers drummed impatiently against the arm of the chair.Where in fact was he?Frustrated, I scrolled through my contacts and hit the number for his assistant. No answer. Great. What was wrong with everyone today? My frustration turned to unease as I realized that wasn’t like Barve at all. He was supposed to be reliable – especially now.With a sigh, I hit the number for my spy."Find Barve," I said. "Now."There was a moment's silence on the other end of the
Xander’s pov“It’s…going well,” I said, trying to keep it neutral. No one needed to know mine and Audrey’s business but ours.Elena squinted at me like she didn’t buy it, but she dropped it. “Come in, come in. Sit down. You have so much catching up to do.”We made our way into the cozy living room, and she handed me a mug of coffee before collapsing onto the couch across from me. We caught up on the last few years of our lives in laughter and stories that, for a moment, I was sure nothing had changed. It felt so good to let go and be weightless again.But that wasn’t why I was here.“Elena,” I started, putting my mug down on the table. “I’m here because I need your help. It’s about Audrey’s father.”Her expression changed instantly, the playful look gone for the first time in as long as I could remember and replaced with a seriousness that seemed out of place. “What happened?” she demanded, leaning toward me.I told her everything—the doctor, the poison, how Eric had been getting wors
Audrey’s pov“Let me check,” the operator said. A couple minutes passed before she came back with the same answer. “I’ve searched our national and international databases, and this doctor isn’t licensed anywhere.”“Alright. Thank you.”I hung up, my heart pounding.This was the proof I was waiting for. I picked up my phone and dialed my good friend Detective Marcus Hill. I had known this man since college, and there wasn’t a person alive that I trust more than him in the law.“Marcus,” I said when he answered, “I need your help.”“What’s wrong, Audrey?” he asked in a worried tone.I told him everything—the doctor's sketchiness, the absent files on his license, and my theory about him possibly hurting Dad under Stephanie's orders. Marcus didn't interrupt once, but when I finally finished speaking, he sounded pissed.“This is serious, Audrey. If this guy is practicing medicine without a license and endangering lives, he needs to be stopped immediately.”“Exactly,” I said. “Can you help