로그인The movie had almost finished when Hazel felt the first sharp cramp twist through her lower back.For a second, she thought it was only another awkward stretch of pregnancy discomfort, the kind that came and went without warning these last weeks. She shifted against the cushions on the wide living room sofa and tried to breathe through it while the soft glow from the television washed over the villa. Xavier sat beside her with one arm stretched along the back of the couch, his attention half on the screen and half on her, as it had been for most of the night.Then a second pain hit. Harder.Hazel’s hand went to her stomach. Xavier noticed instantly.“Hazel?” His voice sharpened with concern. “What is it?”She opened her mouth to answer, but before the words could come out, a warm rush spilled beneath her. Her eyes widened. She looked down, then up at him in disbelief.Xavier saw her face change and stood so fast he nearly knocked his glass to the floor.“Xavier,” she said, already bre
A month in the villa had changed the shape of Hazel’s days, but not in some big, movie-perfect way. Nothing felt magically easy. The nausea still hit her like a truck some mornings, and her moods could swing so fast she’d snap at nothing and then hate herself for it five minutes later. Her clothes didn’t fit right anymore. The baby bump was obvious now four months along, round and firm under her skin and she kept catching herself resting a hand on it without thinking, like she was checking it was still real.Xavier had turned the place into something that actually felt like home. The long white walls held the paintings she’d picked out herself. Thick rugs warmed the floors, and the living room was full of the cushions he used to tease her about. The garden out front was bright with flowers she’d chosen, not just neat hedges. He’d even set up a quiet medical wing with nurses and a doctor on call, not because he was trying to control her, but because the memory of almost losing her stil
A full month had passed since Xavier Sterling had collapsed to his knees on the worn wooden floor of the farmhouse kitchen.In all those thirty days, he had not left Hazel’s side. The ruthless, untouchable billionaire who ruled Vanguard Holdings with an iron fist had completely vanished, replaced by a man who seemed entirely devoted to the quiet, mundane rhythms of rural life. It was a transformation Hazel still struggled to fully comprehend.He didn't demand control. He didn't issue orders. Instead, the man who used to wear five-thousand-dollar bespoke suits now spent his mornings in faded denim and heavy boots, quietly repairing the broken hinges on her mother’s back porch. He chopped firewood. He carried heavy bags of soil. Hazel had even looked out the kitchen window one afternoon to find the mighty Xavier Sterling crouching in the dirt, meticulously pulling weeds from the frozen garden beds just so her mother wouldn't have to strain her back.He was completely relentless in his p
The kitchen stayed silent for a long time after her mother left.The bacon hissed softly in the cast-iron skillet. The smell of butter and toast drifted through the old farmhouse, but Hazel no longer felt hungry. She just stood by the doorway, her arms wrapped tight around herself, staring at Xavier as if he were a stranger who had somehow wandered into the wrong life.He slowly set the spatula down. Then, without warning, he moved away from the stove, crossed the kitchen, and dropped to his knees right there on the worn wooden floor.Hazel froze. Her breath caught so hard it hurt. She looked down at him, her heart pounding with a strange, panicked rhythm. He kept his head lowered for a second, one hand braced on the floor, the other resting at his side like he wasn't sure whether he deserved to touch anything at all."Xavier—" Hazel started, but the rest of the word died in her throat.He looked up at her then, and the sight of him on his knees made something in her chest twist painf
The afternoon slowly, agonizingly faded into dusk. The gray winter sky bruised into a deep, dark purple.Hazel stayed in her room, refusing to look out the window. But every time she walked past the glass, the dark silhouette of the billionaire was still there, completely unmoving, standing next to his car in the freezing wind.When dinnertime rolled around, Hazel went downstairs. She sat at the small kitchen table, pushing a bowl of chicken noodle soup around with her spoon, her stomach entirely too tied in knots to eat.Her mother sat across from her, nursing a cup of tea. She glanced toward the front of the house."I am still incredibly angry at him," her mother said quietly, breaking the heavy silence. "I hate what he did to you, Hazel. But... part of me thinks you should just listen to what he has to say. You are carrying his child. You are going to be tied to this man for the rest of your life, whether you want to be or not. Hearing him out doesn't mean you have to forgive him."
Hazel physically stumbled backward, her hand flying up to grip the edge of the door. Her brain completely short-circuited, entirely unable to process the sight of the multi-billionaire CEO standing on her cracked wooden porch in upstate New York.He didn't look like the flawless, untouchable king of Vanguard Holdings. He looked completely, utterly wrecked.He wasn't wearing his heavy overcoat. He was just in a dark, wrinkled suit jacket, the collar of his white shirt undone and missing its tie. His dark hair was messy, blown wild by the winter wind. There were deep, bruising shadows under his sharp blue eyes, making him look completely exhausted, as if he hadn't slept a single minute since the night he threw her out.And his hands—Hazel’s eyes darted down, her breath catching when she saw the dark, bruised scabs and dried blood cutting across his knuckles.Xavier didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, his chest heaving as he looked at her. His icy blue gaze swept over her in
Xavier — Krystal It's all Krystal he can think about. She's like the forbidden fruit that he keeps on wanting, keeps seeing, keeps on touching, and keeps on needing – need to fuck. She's also alike the deadly methamphetamine to him. She keeps on invading his mind and send him
Xavier had dropped Krystal off on the front of her apartment building an hour ago before returning to his penthouse. As of the moment, Krystal is staring at her reflection in the mirror, with nude lipstick in her hand. She is supposed to be doing her simple makeup so that she can go
Krystal Pov: The car immediately stops roaring as we both reach the destination of my apartment. Slowly, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. Xavier stayed inside. I walk to his side and he rolls the window down.
Krystal lay on the sofa, reading a magazine, with her feet on Xavier's lap. Xavier has one hand fiddling and playing with her toes while the other one is holding a pen, scribbling down something into his black notebook, as she notices.He's quiet and looks so focused on whatever he's doing. Krystal p







