Ella's POVThe air felt heavy today-that kind where everything weighs one down and the whole world has come to a standstill. I sat on the couch, my arms loosely hugging Ivy, nestled against me, with her tiny frame so innocent and warm. Her laughter echoed through the room as Cocomelon played from the TV, bright colors and songs lighting up the screen.She pointed to the screen, giggling, "Mommy, look! JJ!"But I really wasn't there. My mind was elsewhere, clouded by that whirlwind of emotions spinning inside me, chaotic pieces I couldn't control, let alone make sense of.This just wasn't supposed to be this hard.The coolness of the ring on my finger touched my skin like a cold reminder of a lie that I had committed to. A contract, a deal-what was the meaning of all that? Had Xavier ever seen me-really seen me-beyond the terms and conditions of this mess that we so called a marriage?"Mommy, JJ!Ivy's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yes, sweetheart, I see him," I said, forcing a
Ella's POVThe silence in the car was suffocating, save the soft hum of the motor and Ivy's occasional babbles from the backseat. I couldn't look at her, not yet. I had to keep my thoughts straight, had to remind myself of the facts.Three months. Three months of pretending this was something it wasn't. The contract had been clear-stay at my place for three months, keep up appearances, and then we'd move into his mansion. That's all it was, a deal. And now it was over.I tried telling myself I could keep things neutral-keep things at room temperature between us. No warmth, no heat, no emotion. Xavier was just a man I had agreed to marry for the sake of convenience, for Ivy's future. Nothing more. I really needed to stop pretending it was something else, that this was something real.But it still ached, an ache heavy in my chest, twisting with every breath I took. It wasn't supposed to hurt this badly, I kept reminding myself. It wasn't supposed to feel so personal. I knew what I was g
Xavier's POVThe harsh glow of the studio light felt like a spotlight on my every flaw. So many times, I have done these interviews; each and every time, I continued to chip away into my façade so carefully constructed. Today wasn't any different. The scandal that shook the soil on which I stood continued to buzz around me, a storm I couldn't outrun. It was relentless, just like the humming of a fly that refused to be swatted away."Xavier," the voice of the host cut into my daydream. "What would you like to say to the allegations concerning your family's business dealings?"I took a deep breath, forcing a smile that really felt more like a grimace. "Those allegations are baseless. I've worked hard to establish my own reputation, separate from my family's past. I assure you, my focus is on the future, not the mistakes of the past."The words came, practiced and polished, easily rolling off my tongue. Inside, though, I was a tempest-a maelstrom of emotions with every question asked, t
ELLA'S POV Stepping into Xavier's mansion was like stepping into a world too big, too overwhelming for my life. The sheer scale of it all made my heart pound in my chest. As the door closed behind me, the silence inside pressed in against my ears, a contrast to the noisy thoughts racing in my head. Ivy tugged on my hand, her innocent eyes wide with wonder at all the grandeur surrounding us.It was cool, the air crisp-each breath a thoroughly conditioned perfect simulation-but it did little to quash the bubbling unease in my stomach. The taut smiles of the staff greeted us, no more than courteous and rehearsed, their words soft and formal. A woman clearly used to such introductions stepped forward, offering to take me to my room. She strode ahead down the hall, Ivy and I trailing until the luxury of the mansion seemed to swallow us whole.When we finally reached my room-no, my suite-I was literally out of breath for a second. Large was an understatement: a room fit for royalty, with a
ELLA'S POV"Don't let this get to you, Ella." The president's face twisted into a mask of pure concern. His words reverberated at the back of my mind as I nodded my head slowly, my eyes scanning his for any hint of emotions and surprisingly, I met the soft glints of compassion in his eyes.Rising from the chair I was sitting on, I turned and headed out of the room with my head wrapped in thoughts. Could Xavier really be telling the truth? If yes, would I be able to give him my heart this time around?As I glided deeper into the horizon of the hallways, my heartbeat raced harder as I ran my fingers through my dress. Stopping in front of the elevator, I stretched taut my fingers and pressed the button causing the automated doors pull apart.The elevator ride was a matter of seconds before I finally arrived at my floor which was on the secondth. The hallways were quiet— save for the soft clip-clap of my heels against the bronze tiled floors. I made a stop at Ivy's room and opened to the
XAVIER'S POVThe sharp ray of sunlight flared my eyelids as I pulled from sleep, the softly smell of Ella running into my nostrils. Last night was a blast of emotions, emotions I was happy I finally let out.I loved Ella, deeply. And the sight of her moody stroke a sharp jolt of pain in me. That goddamn scandal had caused a rift in my relationship with her and it hurt to watch her there, so sexy, refusing to let off her guards.After putting Ivy to sleep, I raced my way to the room only to find the door ajar and no sign of Ella in the room. I made my way only to see her drinking champagne by the balcony. Her milky blonde curls framed the edges of her face, waves cascading all the way to her waist. The moonlight washed her beautiful features, her soft blue eyes and her attractive curvy body. I felt a wave trudge through me at that instant, desire racing endlessly in my veins as I let my gaze wonder her hungrily.If anything, I wanted to claim her and make every bastard around here kn
ELLA'S POV The sharp smell of the substance in the cup I was holding reeked it's way into my nostrils. I let out a choked cough as I passed it back to the maid in front of me. She was obviously feeling the same way as I was, confusion was boldly written on both of our faces."I can't drink that," I said giving up as I passed the cup back to her. I watched the corners of her lips pull apart as she replied, "Master Xavier had put a lot of effort in making the drink, he would be hurt if he found out you didn't take it."Her words shook the air as my mind flashed back to Xavier. He was a lot of things, cold, arrogant, bossy. But now actually romantic and caring. I was taken aback by the warmth of her words. Xavier was never the type to let his emotions get the best of him, but last night seemed different.His words to me, they sounded pure, genuine. Like a grave promise I knew he would keep. The thought of his effort flashed back into my mind and I steadied myself before reaching out and
ELLA'S POVMy curls now draped over my view as I bent my head slowly, dead in tracks. Raising my gaze slowly, I was shocked to find the figure of a lady in a purple mermaid gown. She looked fierce— not in the heroic way but kinda scary. Her face was well adorned with makeup, her cheekbones evenly highlighted. Her hair was the neatest I had ever seen. This woman— whoever she was, was classy. She possessed an air of authority that braced my anxiety. Every detail I could gather about her screamed wealth and power, her face fixed in a frown that indicated clear displeasure. Her skin glowed under the light of the chandelier, her hair braided in a chignon.She was obviously another member of Xavier's family, I could tell, like an aunt or a sister maybe. She was seated on the edge of the long breakfast table, her fingers curled against the fork plucked on vegetables on her plate.But something was different— she didn't possess the same green eye color as the rest of all the McKinney family
ELLA'S POV When I stepped into the car, my mind reflected the memory of my confrontation with Madeline yesterday. After the visit with Doctor Huang, the doctor who was going to to be giving us the results of the scan, we went home. The instant we stepped foot into the McKinney mansion, I rushed towards the maid's quarters.I raced down the halls as I finally got to the door and I stretched my fingers and gripped the doorknob. I twisted it and as it pulled open, I caught the sight of bewildered maids.Their gazes swept to my side and I clenched my fists. My chest heaved as I exhaled with a stray droplet of sweat rolling down my forehead. I searched around with my eyes looking for any maid who looked anything like her but couldn't find any.I was so lost in looking for Madeline that I didn't even notice when a maid veered towards my path. Her eyes were shaken with fear and I could almost ear the disheveled array of puffs she exuded when she hovered towards me.“Is anything wrong ma'am?
MADAME BROWNE'S POV~The next day~It was finally here. The D-Day.I got up very early and ordered my maids to prepare my bath as I sat back on a high neck swivel chair and watched as the maids scurried about. I could sense their panic as they paced around the room. I could hear it all.Their hitching breaths, their muffled comments and the sound of their heels against the marbled floors.That was exactly what I wanted.I locked my arms and pulled into the soft cushions of the chair. I swiveled on the chair and turned in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows as I stared at them.Displayed on the thick glass texture was a clear shot of the sky topping buildings and a rendition of unattainable wealth. Something felt odd about it all.I could feel it in my bones. It was evident, like an impending storm waiting to wreak havoc. It was… Malice. I was enjoying this, I had to admit it at some point.Today, I'd get Xavier to realize Lucas and I are not in the same caliber as him.To
MADAME BROWNE'S POV ‘Come to the suburbs, Nighties bar, VIP second floor. Don't keep me waiting.’When I stepped out of the vehicle, I knew all hell was about to let loose. The sight in front of me was exhilarating, making my stomach churn as I clutched my purse tighter.The lowlights from the overhead signage washed towards the dimly lit path to the bar. It was just what Lucas described in that text. Nighties bar. I ran my gaze over the texts as I clenched my fists and walked past a series of passersby.Their heads turned in my direction as I inched closer to it. That bar. It was exactly the way he would've liked it. Hidden, secretive and most importantly, cloaked in shadows.I strolled into the entrance and as I paced past the security line, I received a series of hissing calls from the domineering looking men at the bars but I ignored them. I was here to do one thing and I was going to do just that.A few hours ago, I received a text from Lucas telling me to come to this designat
ELLA'S POV “And why is that?” I asked Xavier as he pulled closer to me and gripped my shoulders. “Why is a visit so important?”I was just about to ask him another question when his voice interrupted mine. Xavier's eyes shifted to me almost immediately, “We have to go meet the lawyer who is a good friend of mine. He will be the one to conduct the fake divorce arrangement. He called me to tell me he won't be available to respond to us if we don't visit today and speak with him before the D-Day.”My brows pulled closer as I stepped forward and I felt the cold air in the room brace my back. “But—”I opened my lips to speak but before I could, Xavier, beamed, “No buts Ella, you have to get ready. When we get back, I'll have you meet Madeline yourself without any intettiption.”As he said the words, his fingers proceeded to run through my hair as he pulled in for a kiss. Our lips locked in fiery kiss of passion and I pulled back to yawn.“Okay,” I nodded and turned as I paced towards the
ELLA'S POV “Ma'am Ella!” A voice beamed and my eyes pulled open. I was right there in the exact same pose as I was last night ith Xavier. His fingers were working their magic when I heard that knock.I flicked my gaze to the door almost immediately as I tugged out if Xavier's embrace. “What are you doing Ella,” He asked but I knew exactly where I was headed.Madeline was knocking.I moved towards the door and before I could get a grip of the door knob to open the door, I felt my eyes close as darkness encircled me. The bright overhead light that once lit up my tracks faded into extinct darkness as my heart started racing.At first I thought it would come as a swift rush of emotions but it wasn't. I felt emotions course through my body as I stayed still, left to wonder— to ponder on steps I could've taken.I tried to open my eyes again, this time, it would all restart but instead of the scene I was expecting, I was met by reality. It crashed into me like a swift blow as a yawn tore t
ELLA'S POVAfter the meeting with Madame Browne, Xavier and I left the dining room with our arms locked as we made our way up the stairs. We proceeded into the hallways and as we walked towards the elevator, I felt an unsettling sensation course through my veins.I caught the whiffs of Madame Browne's perfume in the air and my chest heaved as thought of her flooded my mind. A mischievous smile tugged at my lips as I locked my arms tighter with Xavier's as I gazed helplessly into his electrifying green eyes.“It's all about to come to an end now Xavier.” I mummured as he stared at me. We strolled into the elevator and as the door jammed close, I caught the glance of Madeline's figure racing towards the elevator's closing doors.My heart shook in my chest as I reached for the sensor thinking the door would open but it didn't hold back. Xavier pulled my hand backward and turned at me as he beamed with his voice filed with concern, “What was that?”His gaze sliced through the curious part
MADAME BROWNE'S POV My heart shook in my chest the instant I saw Jason charge at me with a wine glass framed in between his fingers. I noticed the sudden burst of confidence in his eyes as he said the words, “One last thing, cheers to the pregnancy test.” A dry smile tugged at my lips as his words coursed through me. My eyes darkened and I got the joke quite clearer now. He was mocking me.How audacious of him!Well, that only ignited the flames of malice that blossomed in my chest. His defiance only made me more eager to rub his face in the mud. I walked closer to him, our eyes meeting as I whispered the words when I was close enough, “I don't think it smart to celebrate now Xavier, the floor is slippery and in the blink of an eye, the things to believe in might fade out of existence.”Just a s I said the words, Xavier's lips pulled into a cunning smiles as he pulled back and walked back to the table. The air shifted and I stayed back, staring into his backview with a storm of emo
ELLA'S POV I felt my pulse rise as I saw Madame Browne raise a wine glass in the air. A wicked smile played on her lips as her eyes darkened and her voice blared out, “I would like to raise a toast to the dissolution of your union.” A wave of disgust rolled in my veins as I wrapped my arms each other and watched them laugh with my face etched in horror. I inspected their gestures casually, taking note of each and every one of their chuckles.Their faces were adorned with malice as they mocked me. I tightened my wrapped arms as the cold air in the room crashed into the flesh of my neck. A cold shiver seeped down my spine as I flashed my gaze to Xavier.He was trying hard to hold himself back.I could already tell from the bulging veins that mapped against his forehead and his clenched fists. His eyes flared with rage that was as sharp as needle and his chest heaved as sweats trickled down his forehead.I took in a whiff of breath as I raised my hand to signal to him but before I coul
XAVIER'S POVWhen I heard Madame Browne say the word media, my heart skipped a beat. The breaths rolling out of my nostrils hitched in my throat as I clenched my fist. I stared back at her soulless pair of eyes as a chug of fear seared into my bloodstreams.Ella's breath hitched and I caught the flicker of fear in them. Madame Browne's tall figure was bent to Ella's side as she whispered in the words. I knew exactly what Madame Browne was trying to do.She was trying to set us off our footing but that wouldn't work now. The plan was already made so the only choice now was either to win or to win. Losing wasn't an option— at least not in this story.My fingers curled around the figure of the wine filled glass cup in front of me as I raised it closer to my lips. With deft fingers, I took a sip out of it as I flashed my gaze at the lady seated close to me.Rochelle.I arched my back on the chair as I felt Rochelle's gaze trail over my body. The disgust in her breath was what caught my