The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that settled deep into your chest, leaving you restless and uncomfortable. Calla sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the sprawling city skyline. The dull gray of the sky seemed to mirror the monotony and restlessness she felt creeping into her life. She traced her finger absentmindedly along the edge of the windowsill, her thoughts far away.It had been two days since she’d seen Xavier. Two days that had felt like an eternity. She understood he was busy, tied up with their father’s situation and the obligations that came with it, but that didn’t make the silence any easier to bear. It didn’t make the gnawing sense of loneliness fade away. The stillness wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket, amplifying every flicker of doubt and insecurity in her mind.Her thoughts wandered, drifting through memories and lingering on unspoken words. She hated how the quiet seemed to magnify everything—every unresolved tension, every moment o
She didn’t trust it. “You’re telling me your dad isn’t behind this?” she asked, her skepticism unwavering. “And you’re apologizing for bothering me?”“Yes, I’m serious,” he said, his voice growing more desperate. “I’ve realized a lot of things. And I’m sorry for everything I did to you. For the way I treated you.”Her mind flooded with memories—moments that had once brought her joy, now tainted by lies and betrayal. She remembered the nights she stayed awake, replaying his words, searching for the truth she never found. Her stomach churned as the weight of it all settled over her.“But that doesn’t change what you did,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “You ruined everything, Drake. You betrayed me.”His voice dropped, heavy with regret. “I know,” he admitted. “And I can’t undo the past, but I want to make it right. Calla, please… come back to me. I can’t live without you. I need you.”Her heart clenched at his words, the raw emotion in his voice stirring something deep within her
Xavier stepped out of the cold, grey building of the police station, the harsh air biting at his skin, his breaths coming heavily, his chest tight with frustration. Every step felt heavier than the last as if the weight of his anger was pulling him down to the ground. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working with each pulse of emotion that surged through him.The moment he stepped outside and saw his father, Thomas Donovan, sitting slouched on a bench nearby, the familiar wave of anger surged through him, sharper and more visceral than ever.This morning had been a nightmare. Kenji and Mei had suddenly withdrawn the case, presenting an official statement that it wasn’t Thomas’s mistake, that they had somehow stumbled in front of his car by accident. Xavier couldn’t believe it.He had barely held it together in the station, managing to keep his rage from spilling over. But now, the injustice of it all felt like a punch to the gut. It was
Calla looked toward Xavier, her brow furrowed in concern. She softly asked, “Why didn’t you bring Dad with you?”Xavier’s jaw tightened, and the anger in his tone was unmistakable as he responded, “I didn’t even want to see him… That man has ruined my name.” His words were heavy with frustration and bitterness, each syllable dripping with years of pent-up resentment.Calla hesitated before speaking again, her voice gentle but firm,“Don’t speak like that… Don’t forget, he is our dad.” She could feel the tension in the room rise with every word Xavier spoke. She knew he was hurting, but she couldn’t let him forget that, despite everything, Thomas was still their father.Xavier took a deep breath, trying to contain the fury bubbling inside him.“I know he’s my dad, and that’s why I got him out of jail… Otherwise, I really wanted to make him rot there,” he grunted, his words bitter as he recalled the countless times he’d been forced to pull his father out of trouble. His anger wasn’t goi
Xavier sat at his desk, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the surface. His mind was elsewhere, caught in the web of obligations and responsibilities that had tangled his life in recent days. The door to his office opened with a soft click, and in walked Ember. Xavier’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was breathtaking as always—her fiery red dress hugging her curves perfectly, the soft waves of her hair cascading around her shoulders. But despite her outward beauty, there was something in her posture, something about the way she carried herself, that immediately told Xavier she wasn’t in a good mood."Ember," Xavier murmured, standing up from his desk as he watched her, his voice soft with concern."Hey, what’s wrong?"She didn’t respond at first, her gaze averted as she stepped further into the room. Her hands fluttered to her sides as if unsure where to settle, finally clasping tightly in front of her. Xavier took a step toward her, his arms outstretched as if
Xavier had been so wrapped up in his own chaotic world lately that he’d barely spared a thought for Zane and Alana. The days since Calla’s injury had been a whirlwind of stress and responsibilities, leaving him stretched thin and irritable. He knew he’d handled things poorly the night of Calla’s accident.His anger had boiled over, and the harsh words he’d thrown at the kids in frustration still weighed heavily on him. He regretted it deeply but had no clue how to make things right.Today, after everything that had happened, Xavier decided it was time to face the music. The kids didn’t deserve the way he’d treated them. They were just children, after all. Since that night, they’d been avoiding him like the plague, and their sudden distance stung more than he cared to admit. Now, he had to figure out how to fix things.Standing outside their room, he hesitated, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t sure what kind of reception he’d get, but he had to try. Bracing himself, he opened the door a
Drake sat alone in his room, the soft hum of the camera filling the silence. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, as if the weight of his guilt and shame had seeped into the walls around him. He stared straight at the lens, his reflection faintly visible in the dark, glossy surface, and felt the crushing burden of everything pressing down on him—everything he’d done, lost, and never taken back.Shadows flickered across the dimly lit walls, deepening the oppressive atmosphere and adding to the overwhelming sense of dread. His hands trembled as they hovered over the record button, the hesitation clear in how his fingers quivered, but he forced himself to steady them. This wasn’t about him anymore. This was about Calla. About finally making things right—if that was even possible.With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned ba
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
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