The sun poured through the windows of Room 103, casting a warm glow on the eager faces of Mrs. Henderson’s first-grade class.At the front of the room, Mrs. Henderson stood at the whiteboard, drawing a picture of the water cycle—fluffy clouds, a smiling sun, and raindrops that looked more like confetti than actual rain."Alright, class," she said in her bright, encouraging voice, "who can tell me what happens after the sun heats the water?"Josh's hand shot up instantly.Zane, sitting next to him, groaned quietly, muttering, "Show-off," just loud enough for Josh to hear. Alana, not to be outdone, stuck her tongue out at him."Yes, Josh?" Mrs. Henderson called, smiling."Evaporation!" Josh piped up, his voice a little high."Excellent, Josh! That’s right," Mrs. Henderson praised. "The sun heats water in lakes, rivers, and oceans, turning it into water vapor. This is called evaporation."Zane leaned back in his chair, half-paying attention. The school had been dragging lately—endless wo
Xavier’s car rolled to a stop in front of his sprawling villa. The sleek lines of the building, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and carefully manicured gardens, exuded a quiet opulence.The hum of the engine faded into the soft rustling of palm trees swaying in the breeze. Ember’s gaze swept over the villa, her eyes lingering on the intricate details—the perfectly symmetrical fountains flanking the entrance, the soft golden lighting that gave the property an almost ethereal glow.Xavier glanced at her, catching the faint flicker of awe in her expression before she masked it. His chest tightened. He didn’t bring people here often—this place was more than just a status symbol; it was his sanctuary. But seeing it through Ember’s eyes made him view it differently.“You ready?” he asked, keeping his tone casual despite the warmth spreading through him.Ember turned to him, a slow, almost teasing smile curling her lips. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”Xavier stepped out first, walking around to
The evening was fading into dusk, the soft chill of the air biting at their cheeks as Calla and Betty strolled down the cobblestone street just outside the café. The birthday celebration’s warmth still lingered in their footsteps—the laughter, the clinking glasses, and the glow of candles were now a memory as the last guests trickled out.Betty was radiant, her signature charm glowing from the evening’s events, but Calla noticed something shift in her demeanor. Betty stopped mid-sentence, her gaze catching on a woman crossing the street.Without thinking, she murmured, “Hey… she resembles…” and then abruptly stopped, her words trailing into silence.Calla tilted her head, following Betty’s line of sight.Betty cleared her throat, awkwardly shifting her gaze to Calla.“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her voice apologetic. “I shouldn’t have—”“Jessica,” Calla filled in the blank for her, her tone steady.The sadness flickering in Calla’s eyes was impossible to miss. Betty bit her lip and
Xavier sat at his sleek, modern desk in his office, his hands steepled together as he stared out the window. The city below was a blur, its lights flickering like stars, but his mind was elsewhere.He had spent the entire day in meetings and dealing with business matters, yet his thoughts kept drifting back to Leila—the woman who had stormed into his life, mysterious and elusive, with a past as hard to pin down as smoke.A soft knock at the door broke his train of thought. Xavier looked up, his sharp gaze meeting his manager, Steve, who stepped inside.“Come in,” Xavier said, motioning for him to take a seat. Steve closed the door quietly and sat across from him, his expression serious. There was tension in the air—a heaviness that only came with the revelation of secrets.“Sir,” Steve began, his tone measured but firm, “I’ve been looking into Lady Leila’s background, and I’ve uncovered a few things.”Xavier straightened in his chair, his interest immediately piqued.“Go on,” he urged
Xavier sat in the sleek, black car, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. He stared out at the imposing school gates, his jaw tight. The familiar knot in his stomach twisted harder than ever. For weeks now, the principal had been pestering him—calls, emails, voicemails—each one sharper than the last. And every time, he’d found an excuse to delay. But today, he couldn’t escape.He let out a long, frustrated sigh, muttering under his breath.“This is not how it was supposed to go. School was supposed to help, not—” He cut himself off, gripping the steering wheel tighter.Finally, he pushed the door open and stepped out. His leather shoes crunched against the gravel as he made his way toward the office. Each step felt heavier, weighted down by exhaustion and frustration.The principal’s office smelled faintly of disinfectant and paper. Principal Carter, sharp-eyed and no-nonsense, sat behind her desk, her hands resting on a file so thick it looked ready to burst. She didn’t wast
Xavier sat at the head of the long conference table, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, but his knuckles were white from the pressure.He nodded occasionally at the vendors as they droned on about product specs and timelines, but their words slid past him like background noise. His jaw clenched.The polished oak table, the sharp suits, the air-conditioned room—all of it felt worlds apart from the storm in his head.Leila.Her name throbbed like a dull ache in his chest, her absence a wound that wouldn’t close. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about Zane’s temper tantrums, Alana’s defiance, and the life she had shoved onto his shoulders without a word. The weight of it all crushed him like a vice, yet he sat there, stone-faced, giving the illusion of control.His phone buzzed on the table. The sound jolted him, breaking the monotony.A glance at the screen revealed his manager’s name. His pulse quickened, his fingers itching to answer. He pushed back his chair, its legs scr
He stood up, unable to sit still any longer.“This isn’t enough,” he muttered under his breath.“I can’t do this. I can’t raise them alone. I don’t have what it takes.”The manager didn’t say anything, but Xavier could tell he understood the weight of the situation. Xavier’s hands trembled as he ran them through his hair, the exhaustion of the past few months finally catching up to him.“I need her back,” Xavier whispered, his voice cracking.“I need Leila to come back, or I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through this.”The manager gave him a sympathetic look but stayed quiet. Xavier’s mind spun as the reality of his situation hit him—he was on his own now, with Zane and Alana, and no way to find the woman who had walked out on all of them.A dead end. A cold, empty road. That’s what it felt like now. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way to go back.**********The night was thick with silence as Xavier finally made his way home. The weight of the day, the culmination of his
Xavier sat on the edge of his bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room. He rubbed his temples, trying to push away the exhaustion that clung to him, but his mind wouldn’t stop racing.Tonight wasn’t about the mess of his present—it was the past creeping back in. That night, everything changed. The night Maya entered his life.He hadn’t thought about her much over the years. She was just a blurry memory from a wild vacation—a fleeting encounter on a cruise ship, drowned in too many drinks and bad decisions.But now, as he sat there alone, it felt different. It was like that night wasn’t just some random blip. It was the key to everything that had been unraveling around him.It had been his third night on the ship, back when he and Logan, along with a few friends, had decided to escape their day-to-day grind for a week of partying and freedom.They’d gone hard-drinking, laughing, living like there wasn’t a care in the world. But that night wasn’t about them
Xavier stepped out of the car, his feet meeting the cold pavement of the court building's exterior. The air was heavy, charged with tension. Calla, Logan, and his team of lawyers followed closely behind, their expressions tense but determined. It was the first hearing of the case filed by James Tyler, the man who had somehow become entangled with Xavier’s life through Drake’s twisted plans.Xavier adjusted his tie, his jaw clenched as he scanned the crowd. He knew this would be a long and painful process, but what bothered him most was the prospect of public humiliation. The fact that his family—his children—were being dragged into this mess made his stomach churn with anger."Stay close," Logan murmured to him, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of James or Drake.Xavier nodded and took a deep breath, attempting to calm his rising frustration. But before they could enter the building, Xavier spotted a familiar figure in the crowd—Drake. He was standing near the entrance, a smug
Xavier sat in his office, his fingers lightly tapping the desk as he stared at the stack of papers before him. His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts—about Bella, about the twins, about the court case that loomed ever closer. The weight of everything seemed too much to bear in that moment, and he was struggling to focus, to breathe even.Just as the silence in the room became suffocating, there was a knock at the door. Xavier looked up, grateful for the interruption."Come in," he called, his voice hoarse.The door opened, and Logan stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He had been investigating James Tyler, and Xavier had been waiting for some news, though he wasn’t sure what kind of news he wanted to hear. He only knew that this man—this stranger—was somehow linked to Drake, and that meant nothing good.Logan closed the door behind him and approached Xavier's desk, sitting down without waiting for an invitation. His eyes met Xavier's with a quiet seriousness."I’ve found
The evening was quiet as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the mansion. The air in the house felt heavy, as if it too was holding its breath, waiting for something to give. Inside Xavier’s room, the soft rustling of papers and the occasional sound of a distant voice filled the silence. Xavier sat at his desk, his eyes scanning over documents, but his mind was elsewhere. It had been a long day—too many worries piling on top of each other—and still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped in a maze he couldn’t escape.The soft knock on the door broke him from his thoughts. He turned to see Calla standing in the doorway, her expression serious but caring. She had been quiet for the past few days, perhaps sensing the weight of everything that had been happening."Xavier," Calla began, her voice low yet steady, "I need to talk to you."Xavier sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "What is it, Calla?"She stepped inside and closed
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the guest bedroom, casting a warm glow on the delicate features of Bella’s face. Yet, despite the peaceful scene, she felt anything but peaceful. Her body ached more than it used to, and her once vibrant energy had begun to wane. Her pregnancy had become to feel like a burden. Complications had started to arise, and Bella knew she couldn't ignore them much longer.She sat up in bed, holding her stomach with both hands as if trying to protect the tiny life inside her, yet it felt more like an anchor, weighing her down. She could feel the pressure of uncertainty mounting inside her. The emotional turmoil was nearly as consuming as the physical exhaustion.The door creaked open, and Bella's gaze lifted to see Calla standing in the doorway. "How are you feeling today?" Calla asked gently, her eyes scanning Bella’s face. There was no judgment in her gaze—just concern. Calla knew about her pregnancy since beginning and she also knew th
The phone call hung heavily in the air as Xavier stared at the device in his hand, his jaw clenched tight. The reality of the situation had sunk in, but it only made the questions multiply. Who was this James Tyler? What did he want? Why was he claiming Zane and Alana as his children when Xavier knew, without a shadow of a doubt, they were his?Logan sat across from Xavier in his office, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on Xavier’s every move."Are you going to call him?" Logan asked, his voice low but firm. "You can’t let this linger. The sooner you get to the bottom of it, the better."Xavier sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair. He had just received the phone number of James Tyler from his lawyer. It felt like a final step before confronting the chaos that was beginning to unravel his life. His thoughts lingered on Zane and Alana. They were his children—no one could take that from him."I'm calling him," Xavier muttered under his breath, determination setting in. He grab
The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the windows of Xavier’s office as he sat behind his desk, reviewing documents. The silence of the room felt oddly suffocating today, as if the weight of something unspoken lingered in the air. Just as he leaned back in his chair to clear his mind, the sound of a knock at his door startled him."Come in," Xavier called out, his voice strained, tired.The door creaked open and his lawyer, Mr. Curtis, stepped in with a stern expression. "Xavier, I have something important for you," he said, holding up a letter, its edges slightly crinkled, as though it had been through a lot.Xavier's brow furrowed as he took the letter. "What is this?" he asked, eyeing the envelope, his fingers already starting to feel a twinge of anxiety.Mr. Curtis handed him the letter, his tone serious. "It’s a court summons," he said, taking a seat in front of Xavier's desk. "It claims that a man named James Tyler is asserting that Zane and Alana are his biological
The car pulled into the long driveway of Xavier’s mansion, its tires crunching against the gravel. Bella sat in the passenger seat, her hands resting over her stomach protectively. Her heart pounded against her ribs, yet her lips remained pressed together in silence. She was home. Or at least, she was back in the place she left to save her dignity.Xavier glanced at her from the driver’s seat, his usual stoic expression giving nothing away. “We’re here,” he said, but his voice lacked warmth.Bella didn’t respond. She simply opened the door and stepped out. The cold evening air brushed against her skin, making her shiver. This house held too many memories—some she wanted to cling to and others she wished she could forget.Before she could take another step, the front doors burst open. Two small figures ran toward her, their cries echoing through the night.“Bella!” Zane’s voice cracked as he threw himself into her arms.“Bella, you came back!” Alana sobbed, clinging to Bella’s dress as
The heavy sound of the front door slamming echoed through the quiet mansion, and Calla barely glanced up from the book she was reading in the living room. She knew exactly who it was—Drake, stumbling in with the unmistakable scent of alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking again, and she could already feel the tension building in the air.Drake wobbled into the room, his eyes bloodshot, his movements unsteady as he leaned against the doorframe for support. He let out a low laugh, clearly intoxicated. “Calla,” he slurred, his voice rough. “Come to bed with me.”Calla didn’t flinch. She had seen this scene too many times before. His drunken advances, his attempt to control her, to drag her into his world of manipulation and pain. But not tonight. Not anymore.“No, Drake,” she said quietly, her voice firm, unwavering. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”Drake’s face twisted into a scowl. He staggered forward, trying to close the distance between them, but Calla stood up and stepped ba
The sterile smell of the hospital room mixed with the dull hum of machines, creating an atmosphere that felt too suffocating for Bella to bear. She lay on the hospital bed, a drip running through the vein in her hand, her body still weak from the sudden collapse earlier. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her vision was blurry for a moment before it cleared. As she took in her surroundings, the reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks.She left Xavier's home, because he couldn't defend her. She thought that after the night of intimacy something had changed and she had gained some importance in Xavier's life. But the way Ember insulted her and Xavier remained silent, it made her realize she was wrong. She had no place and value in Xavier's life. So she left his house to safeguard her dignity. But even after leaving that place, she couldn't get peace. As Jacob didn't let her do so. He kept on pinching her ego and self respect so badly that her body and mind couldn't bear it an