Third Person's povXander slowly opened his eyes and turned his palm over. The coin had landed on heads. "Looks like I'm going to the hospital," he said, a sense of relief washing over him. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door. On the way to the hospital, he tried to prepare himself for the worst. But deep down, he was hoping for the best.When he arrived at the hospital, he made his way to the ICU, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and entered the room, where he saw Jessie lying in the bed, hooked up to a variety of machines. He took a few steps closer and saw that she was awake, her eyes open and looking at him. He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Hey there," he said, trying to sound upbeat. "How are you feeling?"And just then, the doctor walked in and smiled." She's getting better."At that, Xander nodded positively. "Great."Knowing the doctor has come to attend to Jessie, he walked out of the room, to see one of his guard awaiting
Third Person's pov"Fred," she said, her tone sharp. "I know you're up to something, and I'm warning you now: stay away from Xander." Fred's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a surge of anger. How dare his mother try to control him like this? But he kept his cool, his lips curling into a false smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, his voice calm and even. But his mother wasn't buying it.He slipped quietly into the study, his heart racing as he reached for the safe. He knew the combination by heart, and he quickly turned the dial, opening the door with a satisfying click. He reached inside, pulling out the documents he needed. He couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as he looked at them, knowing that they would finally give him the power he deserved. With a satisfied smirk, he put the documents in his bag and headed for the door. But as he reached for the doorknob, he heard footsteps behind him.Xander flung the door open, his eyes landing on his bro
Third Person's pov Fred sat down at the dining table, his mind still reeling from the earlier confrontation with Xander. He tried to focus on his food, but his appetite had vanished. The only thing he could think about was the argument he'd had with his brother, and how close he'd come to losing his temper. He knew that wouldn't have been good for anyone, least of all Jessie and the kids. So he tried to push the thoughts from his mind and focus on the food in front of him. But it was no use.As Fred's mother sat in her room, she couldn't help but wonder what had brought him back home. She knew he had been living at the penthouse for some time, and she had assumed that he was doing well there. But something must have changed, she thought. What could have happened to make him come back? She was concerned for him, and for the rest of the family. She knew that tensions had been high between Fred and Xander for some time, and she feared that this could be the beginning of something much w
Third person's povAs Samantha was processing Xander's response, the waiter arrived with the bill. Xander took it from him and pulled out his wallet. "I'll get this," he said, quickly handing the waiter his credit card. Samantha looked at him, a confused expression on her face. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Of course," Xander said, not meeting her gaze. He seemed eager to get out of the situation. As he waited for the waiter to return with his card, he fidgeted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.Jessie cleared her throat loudly, drawing Samantha's attention to her. Samantha's eyes widened as she realized that the woman sitting next to Xander was not just a friend, but his wife. And she had five kids! She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I... I'm so sorry," she stammered, looking back and forth between Xander and Jessie. "I had no idea..." Xander and Jessie exchanged a glance, and then Xander spoke up. "It's okay," he said, his voice reassuring. "It was nice to see you a
Third person's povAs Xander's mother turned to leave, Fred yelled after her, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere!" he said, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not leaving until he accepts me!" His mother turned back to face him, her eyes filled with disappointment. "This isn't the way to solve your problems, Fred," she said, her tone soft but firm. "You can't force someone to accept you. It has to come from within."Xander's mother gave him one last look, then turned and walked out the door. Fred stood there, alone in the living room, his emotions swirling inside him. He felt angry, hurt, and lost. He didn't know what to do next. He sank down onto the couch, his head in his hands, his mind racing. He didn't know how to make things right. He just knew that he couldn't give up.There was a loud crash as the front door was kicked in, and Fred's gang members streamed into the room. They swaggered around the room, eyes scanning the space for threats. When they spotte
Third Person's povFred and Xander sat in opposite corners of the room, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. Neither one was willing to look away, to break the stalemate. They were both simmering with anger, but neither one wanted to give in. The tension in the room was palpable, thick and heavy. Their mother stood in the middle of the room, her eyes darting between her two sons. She was caught in the middle of this battle, and she didn't know what to do.Xander broke the standoff, turning away from Fred and marching up the stairs. His mother watched him go, her brow furrowed with worry. She turned back to Fred, her eyes blazing. "What you've done is inexcusable," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "You can't treat people this way, no matter what they've done. I know you're hurting, but this is not the way to deal with it." Fred looked away, his jaw clenched. He knew she was right, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it."You always take his side!" Fred yelled, his voice r
Third Person's povThe next day, Fred strode confidently into the company, his eyes scanning the room. He spotted Xander's office, and made a beeline for it. He opened the door and found Xander's chair empty, waiting for him. Without hesitation, he sat down and put his feet up on the desk. The workers around him gasped, but he ignored them. "I'm the boss now," he declared, his voice booming. "And you're going to do what I say."As Fred's words echoed through the room, one of the workers bolted from their desk and rushed to the phone. They picked it up, trembling with fear, and dialed Xander's number. The line rang a few times, and then Xander's sleepy voice came on the other end. "What is it?" he asked, sounding confused. The worker stuttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. "It's Fred... he's... he's in your office!" they managed to get out.Xander's eyes widened, and he sat bolt upright in bed. "What?" he asked, his voice rising with alarm. "How did he get in
Third Person's povThe following week, Jessie waited anxiously for Xander to come home from work. But as the hours passed and he still hadn't arrived, her worry turned to anger. "What's taking him so long?" she grumbled, pacing around the house. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she grabbed her coat and keys and headed out the door. She drove straight to Xander's company, her heart pounding in her chest. But when she arrived, she saw something that made her blood run cold.As Jessie approached the building, she spotted Xander through the window, sitting across from a beautiful woman. They were laughing and chatting together, and Jessie could feel her heart sinking in her chest. "What is he doing?" she whispered, feeling a surge of jealousy and rage. She watched as the meeting continued, her mind spinning with questions. Why was Xander spending so much time with this woman? What did she have that Jessie didn't?Finally, Jessie couldn't take it anymore. She stormed into the buil