“Kenji,” Xavier replied with a curt nod, his tone clipped and businesslike.Kenji hesitated for a beat, his eyes narrowing as though weighing the gravity of the moment. Then, with a reluctant motion, he stepped aside, gesturing for Xavier to enter.The apartment was small, modest, and worn with the unmistakable weight of time and hardship. The walls were lined with peeling wallpaper, the faded floral patterns hinting at a past that had seen better days.A faint aroma of ginger and soy sauce lingered in the air, mingling with the muted hum of a television in the corner. The glow from the screen flickered faintly, casting long, uneven shadows that danced across the room. Mei sat rigidly on the couch, her arm cradled in a sling.Her sharp gaze locked onto Xavier the moment he stepped inside, her eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and defiance.“Let’s get this over with,” Mei said bluntly, her voice cold enough to cut through the thick tension in the air. Her tone left no room for ple
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 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