I want to Worship you

Nyra point of view.

I paced the length of my living room, the clock on the wall ticking loudly in the silence.

Ever since Xavier said he was going to handle the blackmailing issue from my father, I’ve been a bottle of nerves just dying to burst out. Every ring of my phone made me jump, expecting another threat, another demand. When the doorbell rang, my stomach dropped, and I rushed to the door anyway.

Xavier stood on the porch, looking calm and collected, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.

"It's done," he said simply, stepping inside before I could even invite him in. "He won't be bothering you anymore."

"What? How?" I stammered, my heart racing.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick, weathered folder. "I told you I would take care of it didn’t I ?”

I took the folder, my hands trembling slightly. I opened it, the smell of old paper and chemicals wafting up. There were charts, chemical formulas, genetic sequences—dated, detailed, and undeniable. It was all the