All Chapters of Xavier's Surrogate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Please, Xavier, wake up,” Halle whispered, her voice a mixture of desperation and fear.She sat beside him, her gaze never leaving his face as she waited for any sign of him stirring. Her heart ached as she watched him, guilt gnawing at her for sharing the truth with him in a way that seemed to have overwhelmed his already fragile state. She wished she could take back her words and shield him from this harsh reality, but it was too late now.It had to happen. Time seemed to stretch on, each second feeling like an eternity as Halle sat there, watching over Xavier’s unconscious form. Tunde returned with a doctor on the phone, but Halle barely registered their conversation. Her focus was solely on Xavier, her fingers gently brushing against his hand, seeking some sign of warmth or response.Days turned into a blur as Halle refused to leave Xavier’s side. Tunde came over several times, concern etched across his features, urging her to rest and take care of herself, especially given her

A few weeks had passed since Halle had revealed the truth to Xavier about his aunt Martha's betrayal. Thanks to Angela's diligent and strict care and being free of Martha's "treatments," Xavier's health and strength had improved greatly.Though Angela advised checking into a hospital, Xavier refused to risk Halle's safety that way. No doubt Martha would be out for vengeance if they dared show themselves in public now. So they stayed in hiding at Tunde's safe house. Tunde was hardly ever in the property so he didn’t mind giving it to Xavier for the next few months. Halle had also noticed that their friendship had improved over the past few days even while Tunde made jokes like, “Thank God you married her instead,”That would always crack Halle up though she knew it was a sensitive matter and Xavier would end up just rolling his eyes at the both of them. One morning, as sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the parted curtains, Halle lay curled against Xavier's side, her back pr

After several long months in hiding, Halle was beginning to go stir crazy being cooped up in the Tunde's house day after day. Now eight months pregnant, she longed to get outside and breathe some fresh air, even if just for an hour.Sure if it were the days when she worked a thousand jobs a day, she would long for the comfort of staying indoors this long but now, that seemed like a lifetime ago and Halle had now concluded with herself that too much of everything was very fucking annoying! When she broached the idea of a quick outing to Xavier over breakfast, he immediately tensed up. "It's too risky for you to leave right now, Flower," he said, shaking his head. "Not until I have Martha fully cornered and our safety is guaranteed." He added in his firm tone that usually left no room for argument. But Halle persisted, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly across the kitchen table. "I'll be extremely careful, I promise. I just need a change of scenery before I lose my mind. I

Halle drifted aimlessly through a dense fog, suspended somewhere between dreaming and being awake. As she slowly emerged from the heavy depths of a drug-induced unconsciousness, a foul, nauseating scent invaded her nostrils. In her still-groggy state, Halle initially assumed the unpleasant smell must be part of some awful nightmare plaguing her. But as her mind gradually sharpened toward alertness, the noxious odor persisted.Something about the particular smell sparked recognition in Halle’s mind, plucking at deeply buried memories. It stirred up primal feelings of fear and dread that actively jolted her towards consciousness. Halle’s heart began pounding erratically against her ribs as she realized on an instinctual level the visceral significance of the pervasive scent enveloping her.Halle’s eyes flew open in alarm and she bolted upright, only to instantly collapse back, groaning. The abrupt motion made the cramped room tilt and sway sickeningly around her. A fresh wave of vertig

Xavier sat brooding behind the heavy oak desk in his office, the atmosphere darkened by his stormy mood. He rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk top, a outward sign of the turbulent emotions churning inside of. Anger simmered in his chest, directed both at the circumstances he found himself in and the lack of progress on finding Halle.Four agonizing days had passed since Martha's ambush at the warehouse. Four days since Xavier had helplessly watched Halle be ripped away right in front of his eyes. Four endless days of combing the city for any trace of her or Martha, to no avail. Four days of barely sleeping, fueled by raging determination to get Halle back safely. And still, they were no closer to answers.Monty stood before the desk, warily detailing the fruitless search efforts so far. Xavier only half-listened, Monty's rapport fading into background noise as vivid memories overtook Xavier's thoughts...He was back in the warehouse, the acrid smell of gun smoke burning his n