LOGINIAN'S POVI paced the room like a caged animal, my phone balanced in the middle of the desk as Reed's voice crackled through the speaker.“The investors keep pulling out, one after another,” Reed said, his voice strained. “At this rate, we might not have any left by morning.”I cursed under my breath.“And Xavier?”A heavy sigh. “It's not looking good, uncle. We have just hours left until the board meeting. They're going to cast a vote to decide if he stays on as acting CEO.”My vision blurred with rage.My arm swept across the desk in one motion. The phone and laptop crashed to the floor. Files scattered in every direction. A crystal paperweight hit the wall and exploded into glittering shards. Kai walked in a moment later, a phone and laptop balanced in his arms.“Still nothing, boss. No one is responding.”“This is the tenth call in two hours!” I snapped. “And not one of them is willing to step in and save the day?”Kai sighed. “We only have a few left. And there's no way they'd…
XAVIER'S POVThe phone pressed against my ear felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.“Mr. Harrison, I understand your concerns, but…” I started.“Xavier.” He said flatly. “I've been investing in Weston Group for over a decade. I've never questioned your judgment since you took over. Not once.”“Then don't start now.” I leaned forward, gripping the edge of my desk. “This is a temporary setback. A media storm. It will pass.”“A temporary setback?” He repeated coldly. “The board is questioning your leadership. Investors are pulling out. And you’re telling me this is temporary?”“It is.”“I need to protect my assets, Xavier. My family. My legacy.” His voice softened slightly. “I hope you understand.”The line went dead.I stared at the phone for a long moment. Then I pressed redial.“Mr. Harrison, perhaps we can…”“I'm sorry, Xavier. I can't take that risk right now.”And the line went dead afterwards.Another call. Another refusal.“We can… maybe give Mr Chen a try?” Reed suggested.I
XAVIER'S POVThe moment I walked through the door, i felt something flew at my face.I barely had time to react. A crystal paperweight flew past, its sharp edge slicing across my cheek before it shattered against the wall behind me. Pain flared across my face instantly, and warm blood began to trail down my jaw.“You idiot!”Victor's voice thundered through the living room. His face was red, veins bulging in his neck, his fists clenched at his sides.“I warned you!” He stormed toward me. “I told you that woman would be your downfall. I told you she'd destroy everything we've built. And what did you do? You insisted on keeping her. You paraded her around like she was some prize. And now look at you!” He gestured wildly at the screen of his tablet. “Look at what she has done to you!”I touched my cheek. My fingers came red with blood.Reed stepped forward, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it out to me. I took it and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding.“G
ARIA'S POVI stirred from sleep, my hand instinctively reaching across the bed to find Xavier's warm body beside me. Instead, my palm met cold, empty sheets. I groaned, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains.“Xavier?” My voice was hoarse with sleep.No response.I sat up, rubbed the sleep off my eyes, and looked around the room. His side of the bed was untouched. The pillows were still fluffed. He hadn't come to bed at all last night.I slipped on my robe and padded barefoot out of the room, down the stairs, toward the living room where I'd fallen asleep. The penthouse was too quiet. Zara must've left early because of work.Then I turned and saw them.The maids were huddled together in the kitchen, their voices low and urgent, mumbling something I couldn't quite make out. They stopped the moment they noticed me, their faces paling.“What's going on?” I asked, my voice still rough from sleep.They exchanged glances, none of them meeting my eyes.“I believe
XAVIER'S POV“What the hell is going on, Adrian?”I paced across my office, my phone pressed to my ear, my free hand running through my hair for the hundredth time. The headlines were still burning in my mind, every word a fresh wound.“Xavier, I know how this looks…”“Do you?” I stopped pacing. “Adrian, the entire world knows about the contract. The contract that was supposed to remain between us. So I'm going to ask you again… what the hell is going on?”“I'm as shocked as you are,” Adrian said, his voice strained. “Trust me, I've been trying to figure this out since I saw the news.”I started pacing again. “Who else knew about the contract?”“Only us. You, me, and my assistant.”I stopped. “And you trust this assistant?”“With my life.” Adrian's voice was firm. “I've worked with him for years. He's never given me a reason to doubt him. I wouldn't have entrusted something this important to someone I didn't trust completely.”I took a breath and tried to calm the storm inside me.“Fi
ARIA'S POVThe penthouse had never felt more alive.Zara and I had transformed the living room into a sleepover paradise: blankets draped over every surface, pillows stacked high on the floor, fairy lights strung across the windows. The coffee table was buried under an avalanche of snacks: chips, popcorn, candy, chocolate, and enough drinks to last us through the night.“This is everything.” Zara flopped onto the mountain of pillows, her pink pajama shorts riding up. “I've missed this so much.”I dropped down beside her, my matching silk pajama set… black, because Zara had insisted, feeling ridiculously luxurious. “I know. It's been too long.”We had spent the first hour just catching up properly. No phones. No interruptions. Just us. She told me about her toxic boss (who she was finally planning to quit). I told her about the chaos of Italy (leaving out the more traumatic parts). We laughed until our stomachs hurt and cried until our eyes were teary.“Okay.” Zara sat up and grabbed t
XAVIER'S POVEven while we owned a house in the same estate, going to my father's house had never been easy for me. The driveway was the same. The entrance was the same. The smell of polished wood and expensive candles never changed.But the problem is, walking through those doors always felt like
XAVIER’S POV“Pick up. Ian, please… pick up.”I paced across my office, my phone pressed tightly to my ear as the call rang endlessly.He had to know.He had to know that child wasn’t Dean’s before he did something reckless. Before he turned this entire situation into something bloody and irreversi
XAVIER’S POV“Siri, call my wife.”My phone lit up instantly, the familiar tone cutting through the quiet office as it dialled her number.My wife.The word still felt new… but not wrong in the way it used to when she still belonged to that asshole I call my brother.It had been two weeks since Ari
ARIA’S POV“I want a divorce.”Those were the first words that fell from my husband’s lips the moment I showed him the video… a proof of his balls deep in another woman's cunt.There was no apology, no remorse, not even an attempt to lie or give an excuse. Just those four words that are cold enough







