Calla’s breath came in shallow gasps, as though the air itself was fighting her, choking her with the memories that she couldn’t outrun. She pulled her knees closer to her chest, the coldness of the floor seeping through her thin nightgown, but it was the ice in her veins that really froze her.Why didn’t I see it?The question spun in her mind, like a dull, relentless ache, but the truth was too painful to face. She had seen the signs—she had ignored them, convinced herself that love could fix anything.He had been kind before marriage. Gentle. Sweet. And in her vulnerability, she had clung to that promise, convinced that his soft words could build the life she had always wanted. A family. Stability.But now, the weight of it all—the lies, the manipulation, the gaslighting—felt like a blanket suffocating her, pressing down until she couldn’t breathe.She remembered how he would rip her clothes off like she was nothing, throwing her onto the bed with such force that she couldn't breat
Xavier sat in his dimly lit office, fingers drumming rhythmically on the desk, the sound a staccato of tension that echoed in the otherwise quiet room.His gaze, though directed out the window, didn’t register the sprawling city below; his mind was too consumed by the storm of thoughts swirling inside.The weight of everything—the twins, the letter, the unanswered questions—pressed on him like a vice. His world had always been meticulously controlled, and now? Now, it felt like it was unraveling beyond his grasp.His manager, John, stood quietly before him, waiting for his next instructions.“Find out everything you can about Zane and Alana,” Xavier finally spoke, his voice low but edged with authority.“I want to know everything about their aunt, Leila. Where did she go? Why did she leave them with me? And what makes her think those kids are mine? This whole thing… it doesn’t add up. I need to know the truth. I want answers. John nodded, his pen already moving over his notepad. “Und
Xavier’s jaw clenched as his phone buzzed again. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach. His mind raced, already predicting the worst. He knew the twins must have done something terrible—again. But it wasn’t just that. His thoughts spiraled into panic. What if something had happened to them? What if they were in danger? The knot in his stomach tightened.Without wasting another moment, he snapped his phone shut and stood up abruptly. “John,” he barked, his voice tense with urgency, “I’m heading home right now. It’s an emergency. Cancel the meeting, or reschedule it.”John, still holding a few papers in his hand, blinked in confusion. “But, sir, the clients—”“I don’t care,” Xavier cut him off, his voice sharper than usual. “Just reschedule it. Do whatever it takes. I can’t be here right now.”“Sir, people are waiting for you,” John insisted, trying to keep up. “We can’t just—”“I said reschedule it!” Xavier’s tone was commanding, filled with a desperate sense of urgency that left no
Zane, always the first to speak, finally muttered, “I told Alana that I’m older than her, so she should listen to me. But she’s too stubborn. She kept insisting she’s older, and we fought.”Alana, her arms crossed over her chest, shot Zane a fierce look. “Because I am older! Aunt Leila told me I’m nine minutes older than you!” she retorted.Xavier let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “So, to prove each other wrong, you destroyed my house?”Zane’s reply came swiftly, his tone defiant. “It’s our house too, right? You’re our dad, so we have every right to do what we want in it.”The words hit Xavier like a punch to the gut.His own son—this child—challenging him with such an audacious claim rattled him to his core. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, Xavier felt the weight of those words reverberating in his mind.He wanted to lash out, to scream at them, but something held him back. He couldn’t. He couldn’t deny them. Not yet.“Your house, is it?”
Logan leaned back, watching Xavier closely. After a pause, he shifted gears.“And what about Drake?” he asked. “Have you confronted him yet? Told him to stay away from Calla?”Xavier groaned, shaking his head.“Not yet. Let me deal with Zane and Alana first. Once they’re out of the picture, I’ll handle Drake and make sure Calla’s safe. Right now, I can’t focus on anything else. Those kids are taking up all my time and energy.”Logan nodded slowly.“I get it,” he said.Before Xavier could say anything else, a staff member in a lab coat approached, holding a sealed envelope. Her expression was neutral, but her presence made Xavier sit up straighter, every muscle in his body tensing.“Mr. Xavier Donovan?” she asked, her voice calm.“Yes,” Xavier said quickly, standing up.“Do you have the results?”The woman nodded, handing him the envelope.“Here are the results of the DNA test,” she said. “If you have any questions, you can speak to the lab directly.”“Thanks,” Xavier murmured, taking
The front door slammed shut with a force that rattled the pictures on the wall. Xavier stormed into the living room, his coat flying onto the sofa as if it carried all the weight of his frustrations. His movements were sharp and abrupt, each step punctuated by a heavy sigh. His jaw was set, his fists clenched at his sides, and his eyes burned with a mixture of rage and disbelief.Calla, sitting on the sofa with a book in her hands, looked up sharply at the sound. She hadn’t expected him back so soon, but the moment she saw his face, her heart sank. His tension was palpable, radiating off him in waves that filled the room like a suffocating fog.“Xavier?” she called softly, her tone cautious but concerned.He didn’t reply. Instead, he collapsed onto the armchair opposite her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. His silence was louder than any outburst, and Calla’s worry deepened.“Talk to me,” she urged gently, setting the book aside. She leaned forward
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Thomas shot back, his voice dripping with disdain.“I’m better than you. At least I stuck around for my kids. I raised you and your sister, didn’t I? But you? You’ve abandoned your own kids, left them to fend for themselves like orphans.”Xavier’s hands curled into fists, his jaw tight. Calla, sensing the tension rising, quickly stepped between them.“Dad,” she said, voice firm, as she laid a hand on Thomas’s arm. “Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—”Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?”“Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him.Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling.“Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at
Xavier paced the length of his study, his mind in turmoil. No matter how hard he tried to push it away, the fact was undeniable: Zane and Alana were his kids. The DNA test had made it crystal clear.Yet, the very idea of them being in his life filled him with unease. He’d built a world for himself that didn’t include the mess of parenthood, especially not kids who had been dropped into his life like a puzzle he couldn’t figure out.Who was their mother?When did I meet her?How the hell did I let this happen?And why the hell didn’t she come to me when she found out she was pregnant? His mind ran in circles, each question leading to more frustration.But he knew the answers lay in finding Leila. Once he tracked her down, he’d offer her a generous monthly allowance—enough to make sure Zane and Alana were taken care of. But they had to go back to her. He couldn’t keep them. The weight of parenthood, the reminders of choices he didn’t even remember making, was more than he could bear.Wi
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
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
Xavier stormed into the house, his mind racing from the urgency of the call. The moment he crossed the threshold, the sound of laughter hit him like a tidal wave, echoing through the hallways.He followed the noise with quick strides, his chest tightening as he braced for whatever new disaster awaited him.Turning a corner, he found Zane and Alana standing outside the guest room, their young faces hidden behind masks, holding small spray bottles. As he got closer, a sharp, pungent smell hit his nostrils, stinging his eyes and burning his sinuses.“What are you two doing?” he demanded, his voice deep and authoritative, reverberating through the corridor.Zane and Alana froze for a moment, then exchanged mischievous glances. Xavier didn’t waste any time.He reached out, snatched the bottles from their hands, and tossed them aside. The smell was overpowering, and a sudden itch spread across his face.“What is this? What did you spray in here?” he barked, his tone firm and commanding.“No
“Sir, you need to come home immediately!” The voice on the other end of the line was frantic and trembling, bursting into the room like a gale-force wind. It was his housekeeper, but Xavier barely recognized her in her panic.“What’s going on?” he asked sharply, his brows knitting as he sat up straight, every muscle in his body instantly tense.“It’s the kids!” she exclaimed, her voice wobbling as though she were on the verge of tears. “They’ve locked us in a room, and they’re not letting us out!”Xavier’s confusion hardened into a frown. “What do you mean they’ve locked you in a room? How is that even possible?”“They tricked us into the study!” she explained in a rush, her words tumbling over each other. “They said they needed help with something. Then they slammed the door behind us and locked it! And now—” Her voice hitched, the next words coming out in a breathless gasp. “They’re pumping some kind of gas into the room. We can’t breathe! Please, sir, hurry!”For a moment, Xavier w
The dining hall of the hotel radiated elegance, its soft golden lights reflecting off the polished surfaces. Xavier swirled the last sip of red wine in his glass before draining it, the rich aroma of their meal still lingering in the air. He pushed his chair back deliberately and stood.“We should head out,” he said, his tone neutral but firm.“Yeah… we should,” Ember replied, standing gracefully. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she followed him toward the exit. The evening had been smooth, almost perfect, but Xavier’s thoughts churned beneath the surface, a storm of tension and unspoken worries.Outside, the crisp night air greeted them. Ember stepped closer, her perfume—a subtle, intoxicating blend of jasmine and vanilla—wafting between them. Her voice dipped into a softer, more seductive register.“Don’t you think we owe ourselves a little more time together?” she murmured, her fingers lightly brushing his arm. “I could see it in your eyes tonight—you were enjo
Xavier sat alone at the outdoor café, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. The late afternoon sun bathed the bustling street in a warm, golden light, while a light breeze tugged at the hem of his coat. Despite the postcard-perfect scene, his mind was anything but calm.He took a sip of his coffee, the bitterness doing little to drown out the storm of thoughts swirling in his head.Why did I ever think bringing them with me was a good idea? he thought, his jaw tightening.Zane and Alana… God knows what they’re up to back home.For what felt like the hundredth time since they’d moved in, he asked himself, Why did I think they'd be easy to handle? His life had been nothing but chaos ever since.Images of the two wreaking havoc at his estate flashed through his mind—shattering antiques, scaring the staff half to death. He ran a hand down his face and sighed."Calla was right," he muttered under his breath. "I should get them admitted to school. I’ll take them for admission
Xavier sat in his office, leaning back in his leather chair. Sunlight filtered through the blinds and cast long shadows across the desk. His mind was miles away, tangled in thoughts of Zane, Alana, and the chaos unraveling his life. He was drowning in uncertainty when his phone buzzed on the desk.He glanced at the caller ID: Logan.With a sigh, he picked up the phone.“Logan?”“Yeah, it’s me,” Logan’s voice came through, steady but tense.“Man, I did some digging. You were right… Drake’s out of jail.”Xavier felt his stomach drop. He’d been preparing for this, but hearing it confirmed made it all too real.“How?” His voice darkened, carrying a mix of anger and dread.“Good behavior, supposedly,” Logan said.“But you know it’s more than that. His father, Harold Maverick, definitely pulled some strings. That guy’s got influence everywhere. A few greased palms, the right calls made, and now Drake’s walking free, way before he should’ve been.”Xavier swore under his breath, his fists tig
Xavier paced the length of his study, his mind in turmoil. No matter how hard he tried to push it away, the fact was undeniable: Zane and Alana were his kids. The DNA test had made it crystal clear.Yet, the very idea of them being in his life filled him with unease. He’d built a world for himself that didn’t include the mess of parenthood, especially not kids who had been dropped into his life like a puzzle he couldn’t figure out.Who was their mother?When did I meet her?How the hell did I let this happen?And why the hell didn’t she come to me when she found out she was pregnant? His mind ran in circles, each question leading to more frustration.But he knew the answers lay in finding Leila. Once he tracked her down, he’d offer her a generous monthly allowance—enough to make sure Zane and Alana were taken care of. But they had to go back to her. He couldn’t keep them. The weight of parenthood, the reminders of choices he didn’t even remember making, was more than he could bear.Wi
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Thomas shot back, his voice dripping with disdain.“I’m better than you. At least I stuck around for my kids. I raised you and your sister, didn’t I? But you? You’ve abandoned your own kids, left them to fend for themselves like orphans.”Xavier’s hands curled into fists, his jaw tight. Calla, sensing the tension rising, quickly stepped between them.“Dad,” she said, voice firm, as she laid a hand on Thomas’s arm. “Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—”Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?”“Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him.Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling.“Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at