Everywhere went silent after Laura’s declaration. Charlotte blinked once, then twice, but she still didn’t wake up from the nightmare that was unfolding before her, nor did the woman take back her words. Charlotte looked down at the little boy who was clinging to his mother. He was a splitting image of her. The more she looked at him however, the more the boy began to look like the least person she wanted him to resemble. No, it couldn’t be. Xavier fell silent, but he was breathing hard. Slowly, everyone turned to him, waiting to see his reaction to the news. “Is this some kind of joke?” He asked faintly. “Of course not,” Laura said, a look of exaggerated shock masking her face. She held her son by the shoulder and tried to push him toward Xavier. “Caleb, this is your father.” “Can you stop fucking saying that!” Xavier snapped, running a hand through his hair. The boy flinched and ran back cowering between his mother’s legs. By now, several phones were raised and recording, as n
Xavier didn’t know what to do. This was just like Laura to do something like this. Why on earth did he end up storming there without thinking this through first? Laura knew him. They had been married for five years after all. She knew that the only thing that could get him here was something that had to do with Charlotte and that was why she had sent those images. When he entered his car and speedily drove to the restaurant, he had known from the start that this was simply her way of getting his attention. He had ended up going anyway, just to make sure she didn’t end up sending the images to someone else like she had threatened to do. What he hadn’t known however, was that she had orchestrated all of this from start to finish. The images had only been bait. Neither of them even remembered that was the reason he had come there in the first place. The little boy staring up at him couldn’t possibly be his. No. This was just Laura trying out something stupid and him falling for it on
Xavier sincerely hoped Charlotte would be home when he went there. He drove like a mad man, the fear of Laura’s presence overtaken by the fear of his wife leaving him or doing something to herself. He knew Charlotte didn’t have anywhere else to go. He hated that that was his only consolation. But she had a lot of money now, so if she really wanted to even leave the country, she could. “Welcome, boss…” one of his security guards greeted him when he entered the house. “Is she back?” He asked, cutting him off. “Who, sir?” The guard asked and Xavier glared at him. “Who else would I be talking about, you…” he stopped to catch his breath and rethink what he had to say. “Is my wife home yet?” “Uh, no. I haven’t seen her after she left in the morning.” Xavier ran his hand through his hair after hearing what he had desperately hoped he wouldn’t hear. He dialed her number even though he was sure she would not respond. After he got sent to voicemail four times, he knew sh
“Stop saying that Charlotte, please,” Xavier murmured. She shrugged. “In life, it helps to be honest with one’s self instead of just living in a web of lies. I don’t know whether you did it on purpose, but I don’t care. I’m no longer accusing you. Everything that has happened today has opened my eyes to something I didn’t know was there. I let things happen around me without actually being a part of it. All my life I’ve been pushed around by people I didn’t question, circumstances I didn’t question. But now I’ve realized that isn’t life.” “Are you trying to say I’m always pushing you around?” Xavier asked, obviously hurt. “Am I as bad as Jonah or every other abusive person you’ve ever been around? I know I’ve messed up in several areas, but you can’t deny what we have. I’ve never seen you as less in any way.” Charlotte smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. She looked past him, deep in her own thoughts as she turned on the twirling chair. “Like I said, I’m no longer accusing you. Yo
The Daily Digest: Trouble In Paradise. ‘They say all good things must come to an end. Could this be the case for our favorite couple, Xavier and Charlotte Roman? It can be recalled that exactly a week ago, Xavier Roman’s ex-wife showed up with a boy that bears striking resemblance to our beloved billionaire, claiming to be his son even though he vehemently denied it. This happened after Charlotte Roman’s husband escaped the country when he would have been incarcerated for her attempted murder. Phew. We can only imagine what it must have been for her. The whole world held its breath to see what would happen afterwards. Some wondered if she would stay like before and ignore the media or if this would be her final reawakening that would lead her to her second divorce. Unfortunately, neither party has made any public appearance or comment since then. Xavier Roman has not been seen at work and a source close to the family claims he has been locked up in a room alone for days. Reports hav
“Please come out boss, this has gone on long enough,” Xavier heard Carlos say from outside the door. He would never give up. He had stuck to constantly trying to convince him to leave his man-made confinement every single day since Xavier had locked the door to his study and never unlocked it afterwards. “If you don’t leave by this evening, I’m taking drastic measures. I’ll call a carpenter to break down this door,” he said. Ok… so there was a twist. Xavier greatly admired the resilience of his bodyguard. No one else would have bothered to do what he had been doing throughout the week. No one else even had the guts to do so. Xavier looked down at his hands that had begun to lose their color. He knew without looking at the mirror that he had lost some weight. Staying inside that study was not helping matters at all. It wasn’t even helping him get over Charlotte. Hiding from the world was not his thing, it was Charlotte’s, and maybe, subconsciously that was why he did it. Mayb
There was a knock on Xavier’s door a few minutes after he went back to his office. He groaned inwardly and reluctantly muttered ‘come in’ to whoever had made it their mission to disturb his peace that afternoon. Considering the situation, he was more angry at the fact that for the last few minutes, his mind had been on one person so much that he had forgotten he was even at the office. The young male intern opened the door, walked into the office and greeted him. Xavier looked at him for a few moments. He had no idea what this intern even did at his company. “What do you want?” The young student cleared his throat. “Will Miss Charlotte be coming back soon? If she won’t, then please hire a new personal assistant. People have been sending me on so many errands and I’m really tired.” Xavier sucked in a breath. He always knew there was a reason why he didn’t like this guy but now he had one. There were many things wrong with the question his intern had asked, like how the w
“How is she?” Xavier asked Private, who he had invited into his home office. Private always came whenever his boss required his presence. In some weird way, Xavier considered him a friend even though he was too proud to admit it. “She’s fine,” he answered and reclined in his seat, showing that was all he planned to say on the matter. Xavier sighed. “You know what I mean. What is she doing these days? Where is she staying? How is she coping?” He knew the response Private would give even before he answered. “Remember you asked me not to tell you no matter how much you asked. She said she wants to move on. You promised to give her space,” he said. Xavier placed his hands on the table in defeat and shut his eyes. What had he been thinking when he made such an odd request? “It’s been almost two weeks. I’ve changed my mind. I want to know now.” “You made me swear not to tell you anything no matter how much you asked,” Private reminded him again. “Since when do you do everyt