Mag-log inXavier~“Stop it right now, both of you!”Carla’s voice cracked through the study like thunder, forcing my fist to stop midair just inches away from Damian’s face.For a second, the entire room froze.The only sound left was our heavy breathing.Damian still had one hand gripping the front of my shirt while my own fist remained tangled in his collar. The study around us looked like a damn battlefield, chairs overturned, shattered whiskey glasses glittering across the floor, books scattered everywhere.One of my guards groaned faintly from where Damian had thrown him earlier.And through all that chaos, Carla stood there staring at us in absolute disbelief.“Carla?” Damian and I breathed out at the same time.Her eyes flashed dangerously.Oh, she was furious. And so damn hot at the same time.She stormed toward us in long angry strides, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor like warning shots.Without hesitation, she shoved herself between us.“Are you both insane?” she snapp
Carla~“What?”I shot up from my chair so fast it nearly toppled backward, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as I pressed the phone harder against my ear.“What do you mean he went to see Xavier?”Greta immediately looked up from across the office while Ryan, who had been quietly drawing on the carpet beside the couch, froze at my tone.The voice on the other end continued hurriedly.My blood ran cold.“No, no, no…” I whispered beneath my breath.This couldn’t be happening. How didn't I even think about it?I ended the call abruptly and began rummaging frantically across my desk for my car keys, knocking over a stack of files in the process.Where were they?Where the hell were they?My breathing became uneven.I knew Damian. I knew how much he's always hated Xavier being around.And now he must have learnt of the latter's recent visit. That had to be it.The thought of those two men in the same room made dread curl violently in my stomach.“Mommy?”The tiny tug on my skirt
Damian~“You know maybe Xavier was right all along.”Her voice would not leave my head.It kept replaying over and over again like a curse I couldn’t outrun.“Maybe you're really not better than he is.”I tightened my grip around the glass in my hand until my knuckles turned pale. Any more pressure and I was sure the glass would shatter from my grip.“And you're not half the man I thought you to be.”The words hit harder the second time.And the third.And every damn time after that.I leaned back heavily into my office chair, staring blankly at the untouched city skyline beyond the glass windows while the whiskey burned its way down my throat.Nothing helped. Not the damn alcohol, it barely left any after effect.Not the deafening silence, and definitely not the anger.Because underneath all of it, Carla was right.A bitter laugh escaped me at the thought.When had everything become such a disaster?The office was dark except for the dim amber light near my desk. Shadows stretched ac
Damian~I stood behind my desk with my hands braced against the polished wood, staring at the two men seated across from me while every muscle in my body remained painfully tense.Neither of them looked intimidated. If anything, they looked entertained.Like predators patiently waiting for prey to finally crack.“Gentlemen,” I started with a tight smile that didn’t reach my eyes.“One year, Reeves.”Gus slammed his palm against the desk so hard the whiskey glasses rattled.“You promised us one fucking year.”I clenched my jaw.“Calm down, Gus,” I replied through gritted teeth.“There’s no need to get agitated just yet.”The second man beside him barked out a dry laugh.“No need?” he mocked. “You’re behind schedule and bleeding money.”“And now you’re telling us not to get agitated?”I said nothing, because arguing with men like them was useless.Gus leaned back into his chair, thick fingers drumming lazily against the armrest while his cold eyes stayed fixed on me.I hated those eyes.
Carla~For a moment, I just froze.That name echoed inside my head like a distant memory I had buried years ago.My brother was here?After all this time?I didn’t even realize Greta was still standing there watching me carefully until she cleared her throat awkwardly.“Should I… not let him in?” she asked cautiously.My lips parted but no words came out immediately.I hadn’t seen him in years, not since Father had cast me aside like I was nothing more than a disgrace to the family name.And Larry…I clenched my jaw tightly.He had stood there and watched it happen.I slowly lowered myself into my chair, my fingers drumming restlessly against the polished surface of my desk.“Let him in,” I finally muttered.Greta hesitated briefly before nodding.“Right away.”The moment she disappeared behind the doors, my chest tightened painfully.I hated this feeling.That strange mixture of anger, nostalgia, and curiosity clawing at my insides.A part of me wanted to scream at him the second he
Carla~I slowly spun around in my large swivel chair, staring blankly at the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls of my office.The view was breathtaking as always, never failing to amaze me even in moments like this.Towering buildings, moving traffic and giant digital billboards flashing advertisements across the city.And somewhere among all of that chaos…was me.Carla Dunbar.The same woman who once slept on cold street floors and cried herself to sleep wondering if life would ever get better.Funny how quickly life could change.Yet despite everything I had now, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Xavier’s words.“You think he’s better than me?”“Go ahead and ask him yourself.”“Ask him why he really chose you of all people to model in the first place.”I shut my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose in exhaustion.God.Why was I even letting him get into my head like this?Why did those stupid words keep replaying over and over again?“Come on, Carl
Carla~I never imagined this moment would come so quietly.No courtrooms.No lawyers circling like vultures.No long, bitter fight where my past was dragged through the mud for strangers to dissect.Just Xavier… standing across from me, hands folded tightly in front of him, eyes hollow in a way I h
Xavier~Estelle.A murderer?The word echoed over and over in my skull as I stood there, hands clenched at my sides, staring at nothing. Conversations buzzed around me, officers talking, doors slamming, footsteps...but none of it registered.Estelle had murdered my father.Not Carla.Her.My chest
Carla~"Fuck yes, Damian." I gasped.He was sinking into me for the third time this morning and we haven't even had breakfast yet.My toes curled and my entire body trembled with the pleasure of feeling him inside me."Don't stop." I whispered into his ear, nibbling and biting.That was all the enc
Carla~Pain dragged me back to consciousness slowly, cruelly.It throbbed at the base of my skull, spreading forward until it felt like my entire head had been stuffed with cotton and struck repeatedly. A groan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.The first thing I noticed was the scent.La







