ADELINE'S POVI couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Xannder and this time around I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Last time I had the hope that he was going to call me back big right now Ie ad more than certain that he was not going to call and that told me that something had happened. Something I needed to find out as soon as possible. It gnawed at me and made it impossible to focus on anything at all. I tried calling him again, but the call didn't go through- just like the last dozen times. My heart kept pounding in my chest each and every time that I thought about it. I stared at my screen and still had the hope that something was going to happen, that he would call me.back but it was no use once more. The call dropped even after I called him back to know if I would hear anything. I was left with nothing but silent and the damming feeling that there was no needing hoping that it would change. I needed to go back. I needed to go see him and find out wha
XANDER'S POVI leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. My mind was all over the place, trying to make sense of everything that had happened recently. The whole idea of having a sister, someone who was supposed to be a part of my life, was still something I couldn't fully wrap my head around. I wasn't even sure how to feel about it. She was supposed to be my sister. But nothing about it felt right. I glanced over at her, sitting on the other side of the room. She looked calm, almost too calm, as if nothing in the world could bother her. Her posture was percent and the look on her face was what particularly struck me the most. It was serene. It was just as if she was at peace with everything. And despite that, there was something about her that made me uneasy. The way she moved. The way she spoke. It all...felt off. she was playing a parr, trying too hard to be someone she wasn't. Well, wasn't that the way it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be awkward and weird. I h
ADELINE'S POV.I was pacing back and forth in my small apartment, trying to calm my nerves. But nothing I did seemed to work because my hands were still shaking and my mind was racing with thoughts I could not control. If there was anything that I had not expected, it was Xander calling me, especially not after everything that had happened, everything that I had explained to them. I had a feeling that he did not trust me and that was a very bad thing because I needed to earn their trust. If I was unable to do that, they would soon find out I was hiding something from them and it would surely lead to them finding out I had lied this whole time and that was the last thing I wanted at this moment. I had to take control of a situation and make sure I did not leave any traces that could lead him to find the truth. But even after these thoughts to make things better, here I was, holding my phone tight, replaying his words in my mind. I remembered when I had first spoken to him, how I had
XANDER’S POVI couldn't believe how happy my mom was. She was thrilled that I was "getting along" with Floral, as if that was some big achievement. It annoyed me to know that I could see right through Floral and the fact that my mom couldn't made me even more irritated. She was acting like everything was perfect, like we were this happy family finally coming together but it wasn't like that. Not even close. As soon as I left the cafe, I got in my car and drove straight to my private mansion. I needed to get away from everything-from her, from my mother and from all the questions and the fake smiles. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became because how could she not see that something was off about that girl who was proving that she was her long lost daughter? She wasn't who she was pretending to be and it was driving me crazy that I was the only person who noticed. I knew so damn well that she was not going to believe me if I talked to her about it. The drive to th
Xander was sitting on the edge of the bed and his hands were clasped together as he looked at the floor. He was still trying to figure out how to tell her about everything that had happened and because there were a lot of things running through his mind at the moment, he had no idea how he was going to articulate it in a way that would make her understand why he was not speaking her calls, why this was very shocking and why it's affected almost every part of his life. The room was very quiet and the only life was from the soft Glow of a bedside lamp casting Shadows on the wall. She was sitting next to him and the look on her face was very calm and patient even though she was waiting for him to speak up immediately. The whole time she kept hope in that this was not very bad and that nothing had actually happened to his mother. The silence between them kept getting heavier with each passing second and it was filled with unspoken worries and thoughts that had been weighing on Xander for
XANDER’S POV. I sat there and listened to everything she was saying. She had a way of making things seem more manageable like I was completely drowning in this mess and her voice was calm and steady in a way that helped soothe some of the chaos In My Mind. I had no idea what I could have done without her or how I would be feeling right now if she did not come back. I felt a lot better but even as she spoke I could not shake the uneasy feeling that had settled deep in my gut. I tried to tell myself that I might be wrong and I was only being paranoid but every now and then, I had that same feeling that would not let me think clearly, the feeling that my sister was not who she said she was and that I should do everything possible to find out what she was hiding. I nodded and gently turned to Adeline, already feeling tired from the day's work and it was not just physically but mentally. "I hear you, Adeline." My voice was low and tired as I spoke. " I really do and I am willing to work
MR. QYLER'S POV.I was unable to stop the nervous feeling as I sat at my desk, drumming my fingers impatiently on the oak surface. It had been 24 hours- 24 long, frustrating hours since I had ordered my Informant to get me everything he could find on Xander. I had no idea what the fuck was holding him because he had not sent me anything yet, nothing. And my patience was wearing thin. I had no idea how long I was going to wait before the anger would explode. I had no idea why it was taking this long and I already had reasons to doubt him even though he told me to wait a bit because he wanted to do his job perfectly. This was just unacceptable. I glanced at my phone, fighting the temptation to pick it up and fire him at the spot. He was a very good Informant and for the past decade he had never failed me so I did not think there was a reason to fire him now because he was surely going to deliver as usual. I decided to wait a little more before finally picking up my phone and dialling
MR. QYLER’S POV. Somewhere at the back of my mind I could hear the voices and the executives shuffling papers coupled with the clinking of pens tapping against the table but I barely noticed any of that because I was somewhere else entirely, despite being present. I was sitting at the head of the long, behind the mahogany table, staring at the pile of reports in front of me. My mind wasn't in the room. It wasn't wasn't the numbers, the proposals or the endless chatter about market trends. No. My mind was somewhere else entirely and I wished I could just stop thinking but it wasn't just possible no matter how much I tried. Adeline. My granddaughter. The foolish mistake she was about to make just gnawed at me like a persistent ache and some kind of leech. I clenched my hands under the table as I tried to focus on the meeting once again, it wouldn't let me. It was just impossible and I was still very confused on how I was going to stop the thoughts. The memory of her tear-streaked fac