The sun hung high in the sky as Xavier pulled into the expansive parking lot of Kingsway Academy, an elite school known for its rigorous academic standards and its reputation for shaping the brightest minds. He glanced at the two children sitting quietly in the back seat, Zane and Alana.“Let’s keep them busy, so I can focus on Calla and convince her to leave for a while,” Xavier thought as he parked the car.He got out of the car and called out, “Come on, get out.”Zane nodded eagerly, while Alana remained quiet, her fingers absently tracing the hem of her dress.“Let’s go,” Xavier said, heading toward the entrance. The twins followed behind, their hands entwined as they navigated through the crowd of parents and students milling around.Inside, the school exuded sophistication, with gleaming marble floors and elegant decor that screamed wealth. Xavier approached the reception desk, where a woman in a sharp blazer greeted him with a warm smile.“Good morning! How can I help you?”“Hi
The words hung in the air like a bombshell, the shock of them rattling Xavier to his core. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his frustration building with each passing second. He wanted to scream, to grab Zane and Alana by the shoulders and shake some sense into them.What the hell had they been thinking, blurting out the truth—no, their version of the truth—in front of Mrs. Jennifer Mason? He could feel the weight of their careless words pressing down on him, the panic rising in his chest.But no matter how much he wanted to lash out, Xavier knew it was too late. The damage was done. His lips curled into a tight, forced smile, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and that he hoped would mask the storm brewing inside him.“Right,” Mrs. Jennifer Mason said, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.“Your dad? How wonderful! But I’m curious... how did you suddenly become the father of two older kids?” Her voice was sweet, but there was a sharp edge to it, as though she was
Xavier parked the car in front of his building, the imposing structure looming over him as he stepped out. He didn’t want to attend, but he had made a commitment—and he was a man of his word. He had to keep moving forward, no matter how chaotic everything felt.His mind was a whirlwind of frustration, guilt, and uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the weight of the past few months—the sudden arrival of the twins in his life and the constant strain of trying to protect Calla from Drake, along with the pressure to maintain control as everything seemed to be falling apart around him.The seminar was held in a sleek conference center downtown, buzzing with energy as attendees milled about, exchanging business cards and engaging in light conversation. For most, it was a routine networking event—a chance to meet and make deals. The polished exterior of the seminar was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within him. He felt disconnected, like an actor in someone else’s play, trying to hold it t
Calla wandered through the bustling shopping mall, the vibrant colors and sounds of laughter surrounding her. It was supposed to be a fun outing, a chance to escape the heaviness of her life for a few hours. She came out today to clear her head and get out of the passiveness that had wrapped around her since finding out that Drake was back.But as she moved from store to store, a growing sense of unease settled in her stomach. She felt eyes on her, a sensation that prickled at the back of her neck, making her constantly look over her shoulder.“Get a grip, Calla,” she murmured to herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “You’re just being paranoid.”But the feeling didn’t go away. She quickened her pace, her heart racing as she glanced around. The mall was crowded, people milling about, but no one seemed familiar. With every step, the feeling of being followed intensified, and she made her way toward the parking area,
Drake shoved open the heavy oak doors of the family mansion, the faint smell of lemon polish and fresh-cut roses doing little to cool the fire burning in his chest. The living room was drenched in the golden light of sunset, where Harold Maverick sat in his usual spot, a leather armchair that practically screamed authority.Jessica Maverick, his mother, perched nervously on the sofa beside him, her hands clasped tight like she was holding onto something fragile.Drake barely spared them a glance, mumbling a half-hearted “hey” as he headed for the stairs.“Drake,” Harold barked, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Get over here. We need to talk.”Drake froze mid-step, his shoulders stiffening. With a deep sigh, he turned around, his patience already worn thin.“What now, Dad? I’ve had a hell of a day.”Harold leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, eyes cutting through Drake like a blade.“Did you send those texts to Xavier?”Drake’s chest tightened for a beat, but he kept his face steady
Xavier stepped out of his room, his shirt still damps from his shower, and headed toward Calla’s.Outside, the faint light of dawn was creeping into the sky, the stars still faintly visible but beginning to fade.Last night’s events played on a loop in his mind—the kids’ endless antics, the mountain of responsibilities, and the heated confrontation with Harold. Yet through it all, one thought stayed crystal clear: Calla’s safety.Stopping at her door, he knocked softly.“Calla?” he called, his voice calm but firm.Nothing.He frowned, knocking again before carefully turning the knob. The room was dim, lit by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp.His gaze swept the space until he spotted her out on the balcony. Calla sat still, her slender figure outlined by the fading moonlight, her head resting against the back of the chair as she gazed up at the retreating stars.Xavier stepped onto the terrace, his movements deliberate but unintrusive.“What’s on your mind, Calla?” he asked, his v
Drake sat cross-legged on the floor of his dimly lit room, the stale air around him heavy with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. The blinds hung askew, casting slanted shadows across his hunched figure.In one trembling hand, he held a cigarette; in the other, a small vial of white powder. He sniffed sharply, his head snapping back as the powder burned through his senses, momentarily dulling the chaos in his mind.The door creaked open, interrupting his reprieve. Jessica stepped inside, her silhouette outlined by the dim light spilling in from the hallway. She paused in the doorway, her face a mixture of grief and disappointment as she took in the scene.“Drake,” she said softly, her voice trembling.He didn’t look at her, his focus fixed on the cigarette glowing between his fingers.Jessica moved further into the room, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, ignoring the discomfort of the hard ground.For a moment, she s
Xavier sat at his polished walnut desk, buried in paperwork, but the weight of everything happening in his life—the kids, the mystery surrounding their origins—kept tugging at his thoughts. The late morning sunlight poured in, casting a golden hue across the room, but it did little to ease the mounting tension in his mind.Ember stormed in, her heels clicking on the floor like she had something to prove. Xavier looked up, caught off guard by the look in her eyes. Her dark hair was a little wild, her jaw tight with anger, and it was clear something was off.“You surprised me,” he said, trying to break the tension with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes.“You surprised me too,” Ember shot back, her voice cold and sharper than he’d ever heard it.Xavier frowned, sitting up straighter. "What happened?"She crossed her arms and stood there, giving him a look that made him feel like she was ready to rip him apart."Why didn’t you tell me you have two kids? And when exactly did you get
The hum of the busy café enveloped Xavier and Logan, the cacophony of conversations blending with the clinking of cups and plates. It was the kind of place where people gathered to catch up, to share stories, or simply to escape the demands of their day-to-day lives. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of baked goods.Xavier sat stiffly in his chair, his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee. His posture was uncharacteristically tense, and his eyes remained fixed on the swirling liquid inside the ceramic mug.Around them, the café bustled with activity—baristas called out drink orders, groups of friends laughed loudly at a corner table, and couples leaned in close, lost in private conversations. But none of it seemed to register with Xavier. His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by a woman who had unexpectedly—and irrevocably—woven herself into his life.Logan, seated across the table, observed the scene with his usual
Xavier had walked for several blocks, his mind consumed with thoughts of Zane and Alana’s troublesome behavior, the uncertainty of their future, and the overwhelming responsibility that weighed heavily on his shoulders.His visit to the school had been unfruitful, and the confrontation with Bella Abram earlier had only reinforced his belief that she wasn’t going to help him with his children.Still, the idea of her—her calming presence, the connection she had forged with his children, and the promise of her wisdom—lingered in his mind. He needed someone like her. He couldn’t manage it on his own, and if she would just agree to be there for Zane and Alana, perhaps they could finally find some peace.So, he decided to go to her apartment, to give it one last shot.Xavier stood in front of the apartment door, knocking with a firm but respectful rap. The door swung open, and Bella's face immediately softened with surprise, though a hint of irritation flickered in her eyes. Before she coul
Calla stood among her friends, their laughter weaving through the air like a familiar song. They were chatting about their lives, about the little things that didn’t matter much but seemed to fill the gaps in their days.On the surface, everything felt lighthearted and carefree, their voices blending into the hum of the bustling café. But while Calla smiled and nodded along, only half-listening, a part of her mind wandered elsewhere, unable to fully engage with the moment.Her thoughts were tangled up in the storm waiting for her at home. She couldn’t stop thinking about the growing distance between her and Xavier—the unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air whenever they were together. Then there was the chaos caused by Zane and Alana, who always seemed to bring disorder wherever they went, stirring up trouble like it was second nature. And, of course, there was Drake.The thought of him made her stomach twist into knots. She couldn’t shake the image of him sitting alone in th
Xavier exhaled deeply, the weight of his frustration bearing down on him as he rubbed a hand over his face. His fingers lingered for a moment, as though trying to physically wipe away the tension that had settled there. The events of the night had pushed him to his limits, and he could feel his patience thinning to the point of snapping. When he finally spoke, his voice was measured but laced with weariness."I’m not going to sugarcoat this, Clara," he began, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of regret. "You have to be strong for them. They need stability and structure—someone who can manage their energy and their... behavior. But if you can’t do it, then I’ll find someone else." His gaze softened slightly as he added, "I won’t have you put yourself at risk like this. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not sustainable."Clara’s face betrayed a flicker of emotion—relief, perhaps, or frustration. She didn’t say anything, simply nodding before stepping away. Xavier turned his attention ba
Xavier sat in his room, his mind still swirling with the events of the day, an unrelenting storm of thoughts and emotions that refused to settle. His frustration had been steadily mounting, each passing hour adding to the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him like a crushing load.He had tried—tried to accept, tried to be patient with Zane and Alana—but the constant chaos they brought into his life was starting to wear him thin. The noise, the mess, the endless string of antics that demanded his attention—it was all unraveling him from the inside out. How much longer could he keep up this façade of calm, this pretense of control, when every fiber of his being felt like it was fraying?Suddenly, a scream shattered the stillness of the house, the sound piercing the quiet like a dagger and sending a cold jolt down his spine. It wasn’t just any scream; it was a chilling, desperate cry that carried with it an unmistakable note of terror. His heart leaped into a frantic rhythm
Xavier’s footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway as he walked into the house, his briefcase still clutched tightly in his hand. It had been a grueling day at the office, filled with back-to-back meetings and relentless attempts to solve yet another financial crisis. But despite the chaos at work, his mind hadn’t been able to stay focused. His thoughts had kept drifting, circling around one person: Calla.He hadn’t seen much of her today, and that fact alone had weighed on him. Work had consumed his time, and his family’s constant demands had drained the rest of his energy. Now, as he entered the living room, the sight before him made his chest tighten.Calla was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, with Zane and Alana on either side of her. The three of them were leaning in toward her phone, their heads close together as they spoke animatedly, laughing and chatting over something on the screen. For a moment, Xavier stood still, just watching them, his presence unnotic
Xavier’s footsteps echoed loudly down the polished school hallway, the sound bouncing off the cream-colored walls lined with student artwork and motivational posters. His thoughts churned with frustration and uncertainty as he approached the principal’s office.It had been months of trying—trying to discipline, understand, connect—but none of it seemed to make a difference. Zane and Alana were spiraling, their rebellious behavior showing no signs of stopping. Their bond with him, fragile at best, threatened to break entirely.He clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the familiar mix of anger and guilt rise in his chest. He wasn’t enough for them—he could admit that to himself, even if it stung. They needed more than he could give, and he was desperate enough to ask for help. That’s why he was here.Principal Carter had suggested meeting Bella Abram, a teacher who had managed, against all odds, to reach Zane and Alana. Her reputation for patience and understanding had made her the t
Calla sat on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed beneath her, a book lying open in her lap. She’d been staring at the same page for what felt like forever, the words swimming in front of her eyes. Normally, reading was her refuge, the one place she could retreat when everything else felt too chaotic, too overwhelming. But not today. Today, her mind wouldn’t let her focus.It had been days since she last heard from Drake. Their last conversation hadn’t gone well—well, none of their conversations ever really did. He had a way of making her feel small, guilty, like she owed him something, even now. She should’ve felt relieved that he was keeping his distance. And she did. Mostly. But the silence? It felt strange, unsettling, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.Then there was the mess at home. Tension had wrapped itself around the house like a suffocating blanket. Thomas’s presence didn’t help. Having their father there was like living with a ghost of bad decisions and broken
The sunlight was just beginning to pour through the blinds of Xavier’s bedroom, casting long golden streaks across the floor, when the chaos started. He’d barely stirred from bed when the unmistakable sound of small, hurried footsteps pounding down the hallway reached his ears.It was a sound he had come to dread over the past few weeks. He had hoped—prayed—for a quiet morning to gather his thoughts, but with Zane and Alana in the house, moments of peace were as rare as snowfall in summer.Xavier exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples as he sat down at his desk. He had barely pulled out his chair when the door creaked open with an all-too-familiar hesitance, as if the culprits behind it knew they were trespassing but didn’t care.Sure enough, Zane and Alana sneaked in, their faces plastered with mischievous grins that could only mean one thing: trouble was brewing. The gleam in their eyes was the kind that made Xavier’s heart sink. It was that glint of pure, unfiltered mischief that onl