Xavier was surrounded by his lawyer and assistant, feeling the weight of his father's expectations pressing down on him. As he made his way back to the lavish wedding reception, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards his father for forcing him into a marriage he didn't want. The thought of pretending to be a dutiful husband filled him with dread, yet at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling of obligation towards his family. With each step closer to his father, Xavier's conflicted emotions grew stronger.“There you are. Where is your bride? I bet she has already left because she hates your guts.” The man's body swayed in rhythm with the music, his arms gracefully stretching and twisting as his feet moved seamlessly across the dance floor. A smug smirk played on his lips as he spoke to Xavier.“Well, that makes the two of us,” he said as he continued to stare at the man in front of him. “Who is she? I thought I was going to get married to Avery Jackson." Xavi
“We are pulling out of the Diamond agreement.” His assistant went into a stupor. Xavier had put in a lot of effort to close the deal, and he was well aware of the significance the deal held for him. It felt like a dream when his assistant got the news that he was quitting the deal. He made a gesture to clear his throat.“Sir, you have put in a lot of effort to secure this deal.”“Trust me, we are pulling out. Go pick Olivia up at the airport.” Caleb froze, and his heart sank as he heard Mr. Knight's request. He couldn't believe that after just getting married, his boss would ask him to go pick up his girlfriend from the airport. What was Mrs. Knight thinking? Wasn't she supposed to be staying at her husband's house now? Where will the girlfriend stay? Caleb couldn't imagine how awkward and uncomfortable the situation would be with another woman in the household. He grumbled under his breath, dreading the task of picking up Olivia, whom he had always disliked. It seemed like his workpl
Lost and confused, Finn frantically searched for his missing bride, Avery. He spared no expense in using all of his resources to locate her, determined to uncover the truth behind her sudden disappearance. After three long, grueling days of searching, he finally received word that Avery had been spotted in South Africa.His mind raced with possibilities—was she being held captive? Was she trying to escape their arranged marriage? As he journeyed to South Africa, Finn couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Little did he know, this was all a cunning ploy orchestrated by Avery and her mother, Dora. They had been playing a dangerous game, and now Finn was caught in the middle as he desperately searched for his elusive bride.The African landscape stretched out before him, unfamiliar and wild, adding to his sense of unease and urgency. Will he find Avery and unravel the truth behind her disappearance before it's too late?Sandton City Hotel,In the courtyard of the Sandton
Finn was a mess after finding out that Cathleen was married to none other than his uncle Xavier. Everyone in the knight’s family dreaded Xavier, but he was willing to do anything to get his jewel back. He left his villa and headed to his uncle’s villa. Upon arriving, he parked his car outside and rang the doorbell. Olivia Williams, who was downstairs, offered to open the door. When Olivia opened the door wearing nothing but a short nightdress, Finn’s lips curled into a smile.‘I knew Cathleen wasn’t his type of woman,’ he thought to himself.“Hi, can I help you?” Olivia asked Finn upon opening the door.“I’m here to see my uncle.” As Finn answered, Olivia's eyes roamed over him, sizing him up. Her expression turned to one of disdain as she took in his appearance from head to toe. She exuded a palpable aura of superiority, fueled by her relationship with the richest man on the planet. Anyone who didn't meet her standards was met with a cold and dismissive attitude.“Have a seat. I’ll c
With her face pressed against the cool glass of the window, Olivia's gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of space outside. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Clutching a fragile glass of water in her trembling hand, she could feel her veins pulsing with frustration and anger. In a sudden burst of rage, she hurled the glass at the floor, watching as it shattered into countless jagged pieces. With a shaky hand, she brushed back her tousled hair, trying to regain control of her emotions.“Make sure you clean that up." Xavier strode into the room with a cold, calculated confidence. His voice, though calm, held a hint of frost as he made his way to the walk-in closet. Behind him, Olivia's footsteps echoed with determination and anger. She followed him inside and stood just inches away from his imposing figure. Xavier could feel her piercing gaze on him and knew that she wanted to discuss the fact that he was married. With a s
Cathleen stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the reflection of her thick, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her waist. It was one of the few things she knew about herself—everything else, including her husband, Xavier, was a mystery. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression of her lack of knowledge, but she had agreed to marry him and sign the marriage contract nonetheless. "I can't be late for work today," she muttered to herself as she made her way from the bedroom to her study.As she settled into her chair, she pulled out the contract that Xavier had drafted and placed it on her desk. A sense of unease washed over her as she opened the document, but before she could start reading, she remembered she needed some caffeine to fully wake up. She descended the stairs to make herself a cup of coffee before returning to her study and resuming her seat on the plush couch. With trepidation, she began to read through the words scrawled by her alleged husband, tryin
A month later,Cathleen was confused as to why there was no information on her husband on the internet. So she opened her laptop once more and continued her search, but she came up empty. After that, she used her hacking skills to gain access to the Knight group and learn more about Xavier Alexander Knight. Due to the stringent security measures taken by the company, this was not an easy task. She was taken aback to learn that the man was the owner of Knight Group International.She started rubbing her temples and then dove headfirst into researching her husband’s background further. It was common knowledge that the man was a Casanova. Cathleen then smiled because she knew that the man was not one to settle down. She stood on the balcony and reflected on the circumstances that led to her marriage to Finn’s uncle. The two men were just the same to her. She went back to her bedroom and slept.The sun rose, casting its warm rays over the bustling city. With a satisfied stomach from her b
The sky was a dark, brooding gray, and the rain fell in sheets, lashing against the windows with relentless force. The howling wind rattled the panes of glass and shook the trees outside. Inside her study, Cathleen sat at her desk, surrounded by books and papers scattered haphazardly around her. She had just finished putting away some notes when she heard her phone begin to ring. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she reached for it, glancing at the caller ID before answering. Cathleen: Hello, father. A warm smile spread across the person's face as they heard Cathleen's voice on the other end of the line. The man's heart swelled at being addressed as "Father," a title the man had long longed for since the moment he laid eyes on the precious gem on the other side of the line. It was hard to believe that the usually distant and cold Cathleen was now speaking to him with such affection and familiarity. But the joy could not be contained, and he felt tears prick at the cor
Xavier strode through the door, the weight of the day sloughing off his shoulders at the sight ahead. Cathleen stood at the stove, her movements fluid, and practiced, with little Bella snug against her back in a carrier, her chubby cheeks squished against her mother's spine. He couldn't help but smile."Hey, my girls," he murmured, bending to press a kiss first on Cathleen's temple, then on Bella's forehead, inhaling the homely scent of cooking and baby shampoo. He watched them for a moment longer before turning away, the warmth of their closeness giving way to the chill of the sitting room."I know you don't want to hear this," he called over his shoulder, the words carrying an edge as they cut through the domestic scene, "but your father has been discharged from the hospital."Cathleen's stirring stilled, her body tensing up. She exhaled, a weary sound that seemed to carry all the weight of her dread. "I can't lose him," she whispered more to herself than to Xavier."Old man's tough
Xavier’s heart was pounding, and his footsteps thundered as he descended the stairs. The scene before him was a twisted tableau: Avery’s arm was outstretched, her gun aimed directly at Cathleen, his wife, but Cathleen stood firm, unflinching, like stone."Aaa, right on time, babe," Avery cooed, her gaze sickly sweet upon Xavier. "I wanted you to watch when I shot her; she is the wall blocking our love from blooming.""Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands lifting in a gesture of surrender. "Avery, you must have forgotten; I am Cathleen's husband, not yours." His voice was ice, calmness belying the chaos."Always playing saint, aren't we?" Avery's scorn sliced through the air. "It has always been simple. Live your life to the fullest, but stay away from what's mine. Was that too much to ask Cathleen?"Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls.Xavier's eyes flicked to Cathleen, searching for fear, for surrender. There was none. She was a fortress, her expression unreadable
Chaos erupted. Amidst the somber atmosphere of the funeral, a sudden shriek shattered the silence as William's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground. His blood stained the grass, mingling with the soil near Dora's freshly filled grave. "Oh, my God!" The cry echoed through the cemetery."She shot her own father!" Accusations flew as mourners scattered like leaves in a gale.Avery stood there, her face contorted with rage; her gun was still pointed at Cathleen. William took a shot for Cathleen because he couldn’t let her die; she was the only good one in the family. William’s body is now a barrier to Avery's twisted desires. People swarmed between them, their panic a living wall blocking Avery's line of fire."Move!" Avery's scream lashed out, raw and violent. But the crowd surged, oblivious to her fury. She spat venom at Cathleen, her voice a snarl. "You fucking bitch, I will make sure I finish what I started, and I will never stop until Xavier is mine!"Cathleen refused to let the c
A chill wind swept over the cemetery, rustling the solemn rows of tombstones. Cathleen's heels crunched on the gravel, her black dress clinging to her like a second skin. Xavier's arm was a vice around their daughter Bella, his jaw set and eyes dark as the sky above. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they advanced, a wave of turned heads marking their path."Look at that," someone hissed from the sea of black attire."Did she really have to come?""Shh...it's starting."They settled near the front, close enough for William to feel their presence. His eyes met Cathleen's, an unspoken storm in the glance they shared. Cathleen lowered her gaze, a silent nod to the man who'd never let her fall. Avery, standing rigid by the casket, simmered with an anger so potent it could curdle blood."You shouldn't be here," she spat under her breath, words meant for snakes's ears only.Cathleen ignored her, the air too thick with grief and old grudges. She straightened, shoulders back, defiance etch
Xavier's arms, sinewy and sure, cradled Cathleen's limp form as he lifted her from the cold, unforgiving floor of the dungeon. The dim light cast shadows over her face, the afterglow of their session still etched on her features. He navigated the hallway with a predator's grace, each step deliberate, carrying his wife to the sanctuary of their bedroom and throwing the walk-in closet.He laid her down on the bed, silk sheets enveloping her like a lover's embrace. Xavier’s eyes lingered on Cathleen, tracing the curve of her cheek, the swell of her chest rising and falling in slumber. She was a vision—a tempestuous beauty drained by their shared intensity.The need for taking a shower before he sleeps pulled him away, and he slipped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap. The shower beckoned, a hiss of steam and spray echoing off the marble. Water cascaded over him, a baptism washing away the remnants of their dark play.Surrounded by a thick cloud of steam, the sound of his phone pi
Cathleen's tongue moved with skilled precision, tracing the throbbing vein beneath his tight skin. Every time she sucked on it, he let out a deep guttural groan, his hips a machine of raw, carnal rhythm. he was using her as an instrument to fulfill his primal needs. She was merely an object to him, a tool for his darkest cravings, and yet she gloried in it."Fuck," he gasped, his voice a low animal growl. His body tensed, every muscle coiled tight, ready to unleash the storm brewing deep within his loins. Her mouth—so damn perfect—was both his heaven and hell. He hovered, teetering on the brink of oblivion, debating whether to cum on her face or her throat.Swallow it, he decided.He drove into her, relentless, his grip on her hair unyielding. Small thrusts turned her throat into his personal sanctum, his temple of release. And then the curse of his climax broke free—a whisper against the roar of his pleasure. Hot jets filled her, branding her insides, and though she gagged, she took
Cathleen's gaze lingered on the floor, her posture a silent testament to submission. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of longing and power. Xavier towered over her, his presence an oppressive force that kept her tethered to the spot."You're going to let me fuck your mouth," he commanded, voice like gravel. His eyes bored into her, capturing every flicker of emotion that danced across her features. Lust swirled there, betraying her inner turmoil. "And if you're lucky, I'll let you cum before I'm done with you for the night. But you've got to make it good for me if you want that to happen. Do you understand?"Her silence hung heavy between them until he prodded, "I asked you a question."She nodded, her voice a whisper lost in the void. "I understand.""Good girl," Xavier praised, a crooked smile playing on his lips. He made a show of unbuckling his belt, the sound slicing through Cathleen's resolve. His cock sprang free, already half-hard—evidence of his own desire
Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long."Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits."Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de
"Come here," Xavier commanded, the authority in his voice as palpable as the tension crackling between them. Cathleen’s glare could have cut glass, but she stepped forward anyway, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor. Towering over her, he reveled in the height difference, utilizing it to impose and dominate. His hand reached out, fingers grazing her jaw, demanding her gaze."Look at me." The words were a velvet growl.Reluctantly, her eyes met his, defiance sparking within their depths. Even scowling, she exuded a beauty that was raw and real, stirring something predatory within him. Swiftly, he fastened the collar around her neck, meticulously adjusting it until it lay just so. The ring dangled, a silent testament to who commanded this game."Perfect," he murmured, stepping back to admire her. His eyes traced her form, approving yet unsatisfied. He held up a finger, a silent command punctuated by a menacing grin. "Wait one second. Don't move.""Is that an order, sir?" H