Masuk(Xavier's Pov)I don't panic.Not ever, not in fifteen years of building something from nothing and when people I trusted walked out with things that weren't theirs but mine. I had trained myself out of panic the way you trained yourself out of any bad habit, by refusing it. But sitting in the back of that car watching the vehicle carrying Nichole away, was something different.I felt triggered to go for her but I never knew what the case was, all I know is… I found her at her ex-husband’s house and that got me wholly. I turned to Marcus."Get everyone to the office," I said. "Now."By midnight my room was filled with my trusted aids.The overhead lights were off with desk lamps pushing amber light across stacks of open files, with empty coffee cups, jackets hanging off the back chairs and sleeves rolled to the elbow.Marcus stood near the window with his phone against his ear, pulling information from sources and David, my researcher, the best I had ever hired, sat closest to me with
(Beatrice pov)I did everything right tonight. The plan had worked like a watch. Nichole had walked into the trap I set for her, and the police arrived at the perfect moment.But it hasn't finished yet. I was still alone. My husband is not yet back, I needed Raymond to see what I had done.I waited and he didn't come home until half past midnight.Then after what looked like forever, I heard his keys jingle, while he walked towards the door bell walking clumsily like a man who had stayed out late to avoid coming home. When he entered the living room and saw me on the couch and stopped."You’re still up," he asked surprised with his voice thick with exhaustion."I’ve been waiting for you."He loosened his tie. Raymond wasn't an ugly man, but years of chasing things had made him have deep lines in his face. He slumped into the armchair across from me."What happened here?" he asked as he looked around. "The neighbors were texting me, that they saw police cars in my house. What happene
(Nichole Pov)I should have stayed home.That thought sat with me, as the officer clicked the handcuffs around my wrists. I stood shocked looking at Beatrice who folded her arms and just like that, my hands were no longer my own.I should have stayed home.Julian had told me. He had said it clearly, with his eyes serious. “Don't go, Nichole. Whatever she's calling you for, don't go.” He had said it the way people say things when they already know the answer and are just hoping you'll catch up… but I didn't catch up.I had done what I always did with Beatrice which was what I had been doing since we were teenagers sharing lunches, secrets and friendship although she became an enemy at a point but I couldn't have let her suffer in pain for labour.I had heard her crying and my body couldn't stop it. For fifteen years of showing up, fifteen years of being the one who answered the phone, who came when she called and who stayed when everyone else got tired of her and choosing her even when
(Beatrice’s POV)I stood in the center of the master suite, my heart thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. Everything I had worked for, the house, the clothes and the man… all of this depended on the next sixty minutes.Today is the D-day.I turned to the tall gold mirror and looked at myself in the reflection.I looked like a total mess, but that was not the point now. I had spent twenty minutes pulling at my hair until it fell in messy tangles. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles until the skin was red and puffy. I looked like a woman who had been crying for hours, a woman losing everything."You think you’re so high and mighty now, don't you, Nichole?" I whispered looking at my reflection in the mirror. "You think you can just walk out of here, find a billionaire, and leave me behind? Not today."I felt a surge of pure jealousy inside me. Every time I turned on the news lately, there she was. Nichole Vance, is now the "Corporate Phoenix, powerful, beautiful, and she had Xa
Raymond Vance sat in his leather chair. He leaned back and closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. Instead, memories did. He remembered the way Nichole used to look at him with pure, unwavering loyalty. He remembered the sound of her crying in the bathroom after he had spent the dinner hour belittling her intelligence. Also the day she lost the baby… the child they had waited years for and how, instead of holding her, he had called her "barren" and "useless." He had used her greatest pain as a reason to serve her divorce papers.He had pushed her out into the street with nothing, thinking he was finally free of a "burden."Now, that "burden" was the only thing on his mind. His empire was crumbling and someone was quietly buying up his debt and squeezing the life out of his company. He knew it was Xavier Kingston. The billionaire who was hunting him, and Raymond was losing everything.Now, it wasn't the money that kept him awake but the realization that he had thrown away the on
(Nichole’s POV)I sat across from Julian in the corner booth of L'Avenue, but I couldn't taste the pasta in front of me. Every time the restaurant door opened, I jumped. I felt like a criminal, even though I was the one seeking justice."You look like you've seen a ghost, Nichole," Julian said softly. He reached across the table and covered my hand with his. His skin was warm, compared to the freezing rain I’d stood in with Xavier just hours ago."I feel like one," I whispered. "Julian, are you sure about these files? If this is true... if Xavier’s brother was the one who hit my mother... then my whole life has been a lie orchestrated by them."Julian squeezed my hand gently, as he straightened. "The police report on that flash drive is the original, Nichole. Not the fake one the lawyers filed. Leo Camberg, the brother of Xavier , was high, he was just speeding, and he destroyed your mother's legs. Then, Xavier’s father bought your family’s silence with a cheque while you were too







