Xavier Donovan stirred awake to the distant sound of the cruise ship’s horn, signaling they were approaching land.'Guess the vacation’s over,' he muttered to himself, staying in bed a moment longer.He glanced toward the small round window, where rays of sunlight streamed through. 'What time is it?' he wondered, reaching for his phone—10:30 a.m. 'Great, I overslept.'Running a hand through his messy hair, Xavier sighed. The cruise would be docking soon, and with it came the end of his brief escape. He sat up, taking in the sight of his half-packed luggage. The realization hit him hard: the lazy mornings, the laughter, and the blissful quiet of being away from constant meetings and phone calls were over. He’d be back to his hectic life as a billionaire businessman in no time.He dragged himself to the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and got ready to leave the ship. “Alright, I guess I’m ready,” he said, eyeing his reflection in the mirror before stepping out.Xavier stared at hi
Zane looked up at Xavier, red-rimmed eyes filled with tears, his lip trembling.“Aunt Leila… she packed our things this morning and told us to be ready,” he started, his voice cracking slightly.“Then she got mad at us. She never gets mad at us.”Alana, clinging tightly to her brother’s arm, nodded in agreement, her tear-streaked face pale.“She never yells, even when we make trouble,” she whispered, barely audible.“But today, she was different—really upset. She started talking to us about all these things we didn’t understand, then asked about the letter she gave Zane yesterday.”Xavier’s heart began to pound, a strange unease settling over him. He didn’t like where this conversation was heading. His mind flashed back to last night when he overheard Leila speaking to the twins and saw her handing Zane a piece of paper.“She gave me this letter yesterday and told me to keep it safe.” Zane reached into his small backpack and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.“This morning, after p
“Sir, the situation’s complicated,” Steffen said tensely, glancing at Zane and Alana, who had become a burden to everyone around.Xavier Donovan heard the cruise manager’s words but stood frozen, tension thick in the air. His eyes darted between the tear-streaked faces of Zane and Alana and Steffen, who was wringing his hands. Disbelief and fury simmered beneath Xavier’s calm exterior, threatening to break free.“I don’t care… These aren’t my kids, so I’m not responsible for them,” Xavier said, his voice low and dangerous, barely containing his anger. “Someone must’ve played a prank on all of us.”The twins, clutching each other’s hands, stared up at him, wide-eyed and trembling. Zane, wiping away a tear, opened his mouth to say something, but no words came. Alana buried her face in her brother’s shoulder, her lower lip quivering. They were too young to understand everything, but they knew one thing: this man, who their aunt had claimed was their father, was rejecting them just like s
Xavier sat in the back seat of a cab, instructing the driver to head to the airport. Zane and Alana were beside him, looking visibly terrified. He glanced at their faces, and every instinct screamed at him to leave them behind, to walk away and pretend this strange, unwelcome responsibility had never landed in his lap.As he wondered how he got dragged into this mess, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached for it, curious about the unknown number flashing on the screen.“What now?” he thought as he opened the message.His heart raced, and blood drained from his face as he read it:“You think she’s safe with your drunken dad? You cannot keep her protected anymore.”Xavier’s grip tightened around the phone as he stared at the message, his mind going blank for a moment. He knew Calla was in danger, and he had to reach her as quickly as possible.“Dammit,” he muttered, closing his eyes briefly. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not when he was stuck here with someone else’s kids an
“So, I’m finally back,” Xavier muttered under his breath, standing at the front door of his father’s house in Texas. His jaw was clenched, tension radiating off him.“This place needs some serious work,” he thought as he looked over the weathered, worn-out house.Behind him, Zane and Alana stood quietly, beginning to shake off the shock of being dropped off by their Aunt Leila. Alana, curious as always, was trying to peer inside a large, dusty wooden planter that had once been used for flowers.Out of the corner of his eye, Xavier caught her small act of exploration, and his frustration bubbled over.“Alana!” he snapped, his tone sharp. “Don’t touch anything. Just stand still and be quiet.”Alana jumped back, quickly clutching Zane’s hand and standing close.Just then, the door creaked open, and Calla appeared in the doorway. Her face lit up the moment she saw Xavier. Without a second thought, she rushed forward and hugged him tight.“I missed you,” she said softly, though her voice h
Xavier stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, waiting for Calla to grab her things.“You can sit down,” Thomas said, looking over at him.“I don’t need to,” Xavier snapped.“Fine, go to hell with all your pride and arrogance,” Thomas muttered, taking a big gulp of his drink.Xavier jerked his head at the words. The air in the house felt thick, weighed down by years of unresolved tension. The place hadn’t changed much—the old furniture, the faint smell of cigars, the creak of the wooden floorboards—it all felt like a time capsule he’d long since tried to escape. Once built by Thomas’s parents, this house now felt more like a tomb of forgotten memories than a home.Suddenly, Thomas started coughing, catching Xavier’s attention. He looked over, unable to resist saying, “You should quit for your own good.”Thomas took another swig and, recovering from his cough, replied, “Don’t lecture me.”Xavier knew better than to press further. Instead, he glanced at his watch. “Calla,
Xavier’s car glided into the driveway of his mansion, a modern masterpiece of glass and steel that shimmered under the warm glow of the setting sun. The stark contrast between this luxurious abode and the crumbling house he had just left felt jarring, like stepping from a faded past into a vibrant present. As he stepped onto the cold polished stone, a sense of emptiness washed over him, despite the manicured garden overflowing with vibrant blooms and the heavy scent of jasmine that usually soothed him but now twisted in his stomach.The imposing double doors of the grand entrance loomed ahead, leading into a foyer drenched in soft light from an opulent chandelier, where the echoes of his footsteps amplified his growing isolation. Inside, the extravagant decor—gleaming marble floors and contemporary art—felt distant and suffocating, a gilded cage that reminded him of the relentless battles he fought daily, leaving him yearning for something he couldn’t quite grasp.“Come outside,” Xavi
Just as he began to relax, something hard hit him squarely in the chest. His eyes shot open, and he looked down to see a small rubber ball bouncing onto the floor and rolling away.“What the hell is this?” Xavier shouted, his gaze snapping up to the staircase, where Zane stood frozen like a deer in headlights.Zane’s wide-eyed expression said it all—he hadn’t meant for the ball to hit Xavier, but now that it had, he knew what was coming. Without a word, the boy turned and bolted into the room Calla had shown them earlier.Xavier stood up abruptly, fury flashing in his eyes. “Zane!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the expansive hall. He started toward the staircase but then stopped, running a hand through his hair in frustration.“Margaret!” he called sharply, and the maid appeared almost instantly, her demeanor calm and composed.“Yes, sir?” she asked.“Keep the children in their room,” Xavier ordered, his tone clipped. “I don’t want them wandering around the house. Make sure the
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 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
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 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
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’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 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 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
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