FAZER LOGINPOV: Mira I was driving way too fast. I could feel the steering wheel shaking in my hands and saw the street lights flashing by. I didn't slow down. Slowing down would mean that I have to think about what I have just seen.Xavier obsessed over a woman. He wasn't doing it for me but, over another woman.He would never be there for me. I told myself that I was angry. Because feeling angry was much easier than feeling hollow after watching two years of my life vanish in just thirty seconds.When I arrived at his hometown street, I had to calm myself down so that my hands wouldn't tremble. Besides, Xavier's mother would see right through me. So that I should not look like I was falling apart or appear as if I have been through a lot so that people will believe me, but not that I'm completely out of control. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and my mascara was running down my face. I disheveled my collar and rubbed my cheek until it was red. I went over the details of m
(Xavier pov) I didn't turn around to see Beatrice. I couldn't have cared less whether Mira's car was still in my driveway or if she was halfway across the city. The noise behind me got less and less important. The only thing in my whole universe was that woman standing in the middle of the pavement. Nichole. She didn't move at all, she had her arms wrapped around herself. The moonlight was shining on the strands of her hair, but she was still. It seemed like she was really trying to gather her spirit. I went after her. All the way each step was like a lead one, as if I was walking in the water. Finally, I stopped when I got there. How I wanted to touch her, but at that moment I was scared that she may be a very fragile one, a touch of me might break her. "You did come, " I said. My voice was rather weak, barely able to cover the distance between us.Nichole did not turn to look at me immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on my front door which was the very spot where she had her
I got to the door and opening the door wide, I was at a loss for words as irritation strained my lungs. My guess was either Marcus or a tenacious journalist but what I saw surprised me…. It was Beatrice. Under the porch light she was standing, her face pale and eyes with red rims.Without waiting for my words, she pointed her finger at me. "I told you, " she whispered, barely containing her anger and weariness at the same time. "I warned you, Mr. Xavier. Don't even think about coming near my husband. Stay away from our lives, with your games and your greed you have done enough harm already." I was motionless, my hand still on the door handle."Beatrice, you are talking nonsense at this hour." "I am really making sense!" she shouted, getting louder. "You think you can just use people as if they were pieces on a chess board? You think after destroying a marriage you can just leave without any consequences?" She spat.Sounds of the bickering inside the house led Mira from the livi
(Xavier pov)It only took forty minutes to drive home from Harrington Tower, but it felt like forever. The traffic didn't matter. The real issue was the number that kept flashing in my head. Forty days. I kept picturing it over and over. Forty days to get a fiance, to announce the engagement, and to set the date of the wedding. And if I didn't succeed, I would have to give up the career that I had built over six years and a fortune that ordinary people cannot even imagine. I appeared calm when I left the meeting but in reality, I felt hollow. Marcus didn't say anything in the elevator. He understood that I needed silence to digest the news before I could begin planning. When I got to the bridge, I was wondering if there was a last-minute escape. However, every time I tried to think of a different way, it was the same dead end again. I was completely alone. Besides, it was not a matter of meeting a woman. Women were an integral part of my world and quite a few of them would ha
POV: XavierI have a conference meeting today.The conference room was located on the 42nd level of Harrington Tower , the place where none of the guys are of low class.Generally, power at this stage of the game is very subtle. It may reside in the elegance of one's clothes, the silence during a disagreement, or even the manner in which a person can announce terrible news yet keeping his hands still on the table. I had been in this room so many times during the last six years and always been on the good side of that silence.But not this time.Six people were sitting around the oval table when I entered. They were known as the Harrington Group, the representatives of the "old money, " upholding the rules and a kind of secret pact which was nowhere recorded in any public register but still controlled wealth over three continents to an extent which even governments could hardly keep track of. I had been given a seat at this table when I was only thirty, becoming the youngest member i
(POV: Nichole)I stood against the corridor wall and waited and I heard Xavier approaching. His walk was easy to recognize. I opened my eyes as he came around the corner. He looked tense, his jaw held tight as he searched the hallway. When he saw me, he reached me in a few steps, putting his hands on my face and tilted my head up, looking closely at me to make sure I was not hurt."You should not be out here by yourself," he said."I am fine."He looked like he didn't believe me, but he did not argue. He looked at the door to room 15 and turned back at me. "How is he doing?""He is stable," I said. "He is awake now, but he is in a lot of pain."Xavier nodded. He seemed to be thinking about something. He straightened his jacket, took a breath, and pushed the door open and I followed him into the room.Raymond was lying against the pillows with his eyes half open. A monitor next to the bed beeped at a regular pace. Without his suit and his usual confident manner, he looked quite wea
(Nichole’s Pov)The cell door closed behind me and the sound of it went through my entire body finally.The officer had taken my phone at the desk downstairs, held out a plastic tray without looking at me. Well, I don't blame her because that's how they treated most of the unfortunate ones in this p
(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
(Xavier’s POV)I didn't go home after the incident. I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Julian’s hand tucking a strand of hair behind Nichole’s ear. I saw her lean into him.The embrace I and she shared in the rain, immediately felt like a dirty memory. It wasn't a hug but a distractio
Chapter 17The Shadow in the Mirror.(Xavier’s POV)I sat in my car outside Nichole’s apartment for a long time. I didn't turn on the engine. The only sound was the tap-tap-tap sound of the rain hitting the roof. I stared at the glowing laptop screen on the passenger seat. The bank records were ri







