Xander stood in the middle of his living room, his mind spiraling in chaos, his heart pounding against the walls of his chest like a caged animal. The atmosphere had shifted from the laughter of moments ago to a chilling silence that now hung like fog around him. June had left… stormed out… slapped him and he couldn’t even blame her.
His fingers twitched as he ran both hands through his thick hair, pacing the floor like a man caught between loyalty and guilt. Then, without warning, he let out a sharp grunt and kicked the corner of the mahogany coffee table. “Damn it!” he hissed through clenched teeth, limping backward as pain surged through his toe. “You’re foolish, Xander. Stupid. She was falling for you and now she’s gone.” The sting of her slap still echoed in his mind, but what hit harder was the regret in her eyes. The betrayal. She had trusted him enough to come over… and he blew it. It wasn’t just about the kiss it was the timing. The pressure. His own impatience. He turned toward the fireplace, staring blankly at the flames flickering behind the glass. That was when his phone rang. His stomach tightened when he saw the caller ID. Dad. Xander hesitated for a split second before answering, trying to mask the dread in his voice. “Hello.” “How is our plan going, son?” his father’s deep, commanding voice cut through the receiver like a knife. “You’ve had more than enough time with June. I was expecting a solid update by now. So what do you mean she’s not responding?” Xander swallowed hard. “Things got complicated, Dad. I—” “Don’t give me that,” his father snapped, his voice rising in anger. “You know what’s at stake here. Our company is bleeding out, and if we don’t solidify this merger with Williams Industries, we’re finished. I didn’t raise you to fail at something as simple as charming a woman.” “She’s not just some woman, Dad,” Xander said quietly, his jaw tightening. “She’s been through a lot. And she doesn’t trust easily.” There was a pause on the other end, then a dark chuckle. “Of course she doesn’t. That’s why you make her trust you.” Xander’s face contorted. “You want me to manipulate her?” “I want you to do what’s necessary,” his father replied coldly. “You don’t have to love her, Xander. You don’t even have to like her. Just marry her. Gain control. When we’ve leveraged her shares and finalized the expansion deal with her father’s silent holdings, then you can walk away. It’s that simple.” “Simple,” Xander echoed bitterly. “Destroy her heart just to save ours.” “This isn’t about hearts,” his father snapped. “It’s about legacy. Family. Survival. Or have you forgotten the years I’ve spent keeping our empire intact? The sacrifices your mother and I made? You have one job, Xander. Get June to fall for you. Marry her. And deliver Williams Industries into our hands. You do that, and your future is secured.” “And if I don’t?” Xander asked, though he already knew the answer. His father didn’t hesitate. “Then get ready to lose everything. Your inheritance. Your position. Your name. If you fail me, you’re out of the family business. For good.” The line went dead. Xander stood frozen, his phone still pressed to his ear, heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. He sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. He was stuck. Trapped between the expectations of his bloodline and the truth growing steadily in his heart. Because what his father didn’t know what Xander couldn’t admit out loud was that somewhere along the way, this plan had turned real. He didn’t want to walk away from June. He didn’t want to break her heart. He wanted to protect it. But how could he, when he was the one lying to her? He looked up at the door June had walked out of, as if hoping she might come back through it. But it remained closed. Empty. Cold. He had a decision to make. One that could either cost him everything he’d ever been raised to fight for… Or finally set him free.June stood in front of the ornate full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the Bloomfield Estate, her white gown cascading like a river of silk down her body. The delicate lace sleeves hugged her arms, and the soft shimmer of the beading caught the morning sunlight pouring in from the tall windows. A soft blush sat on her cheeks—not from makeup alone, but from nerves, excitement, and a thousand untold thoughts.Behind her, Renee, her childhood best friend and maid of honor, was gently adjusting the veil, her fingers steady but her eyes uncertain.“June,” Renee said softly, finally breaking the silence, “do you really want to go through with this?”June met her friend’s gaze in the mirror. “I already told you, Renee. I love Xander. He’s been good to me, and this—today—it’s right.”Renee sighed, stepping back. “I know you believe that. I just… I’ve been watching you. And I still feel like you’re holding something back. Like your heart is racing ahead, but your gut is lagging behind.”J
The suite where Xander stood was bathed in warm, filtered sunlight. It was elegant—nothing flashy, just tastefully decorated in deep maroons and golds. The air held the scent of fresh roses and new beginnings, but also something else… something heavier.Xander stood in front of a tall mirror, already dressed in a tailored navy tuxedo. His eyes were sharp, but distant—like a man watching himself from the outside. His father, Maxwell Stone, adjusted his cufflinks with practiced ease, then walked behind his son, resting both hands on his shoulders.“You look like a king today,” Maxwell said, voice deep with pride.Xander gave a forced smile. “It’s just a tux, Dad.”“No, no,” Maxwell said, eyes gleaming as he looked at his son’s reflection. “It’s not the clothes. It’s the legacy, the power, the restoration of our family name—all coming together today. You’ve done what no one else could. You’ve saved us, Xander.”Xander remained quiet.Maxwell turned him around, straightening his lapel lik
They sat curled on the couch, a warm cup of herbal tea in June’s hands and Xander’s arm draped casually around her shoulder. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of them was paying much attention.Xander turned slightly toward her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You know,” he began, his tone casual but careful, “you’ve met my friends, we’ve spent time with your dad… but there’s one person you haven’t met.”June raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Who’s that?”“My father.”June straightened up. “Really?”Xander nodded. “Since we’re getting serious… and well, with the wedding plans coming closer”—he glanced at her, gauging her reaction—“I think it’s only right you meet him. He’s been asking about you. He wants to meet the woman who’s managed to tame his wild son.”June laughed softly, a light blush touching her cheeks. “I’d love that. When do we go?”“Now,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re ready.”June’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now now?”“There’s no time lik
The marriage between June Williams and Xander Hale was the talk of the town. It wasn’t just the whirlwind nature of the engagement that had everyone buzzing it was the timing, the scandal, the unanswered questions. Society columnists devoured it. Social media ran with it. Whispers crept into business meetings, charity luncheons, and brunch tables:She moved on too fast.Was she really cheating on Larry?Why him? Why Xander?Is this about money? Revenge? Image?But for June, none of that mattered. The public could talk. People could judge. As far as she was concerned, she had chosen love. Or at least, she had chosen peace.And peace came with Xander.He had been steady in the storm, patient through her breakdowns, quiet in his support. When the world turned its back on her, he held her up. And for the first time in years, she didn’t feel like she was drowning.Which was why, on a quiet Wednesday afternoon, she picked up the phone and called the only person whose opinion could still swa
The night had been long.June lay awake hours after Xander had fallen asleep, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing beside her. Her heart had been wrestling with itself caught in the ache of fear and the longing for peace.She thought about her past. About Larry. About the pain she had carried like a second skin. About the months of therapy, the journal entries filled with doubt, the nights she cried into her pillow wondering if she was even capable of being loved again.She thought about the messagethose cruel, anonymous words that had threatened to unravel what she had built.And yet… through all that noise, Xander had stayed. Through her silences, her emotional walls, her tears he never pulled away. Never lashed out. Never made her feel small.Wasn’t that what she had always prayed for?A man who stayed?As dawn began to push against the curtains, she turned to look at him. His brow furrowed slightly in sleep, as if even his dreams carried weight. H
The hum of Xander’s phone on the bedside table pulled him from the stillness of early morning. Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. June was still asleep beside him, her body curled toward the window, her breaths steady and slow, like ocean waves lapping against the shore. Her hair was tousled, one hand tucked under the pillow. She looked peaceful, for once.Xander reached for his phone, expecting a calendar reminder or a work email.But it was a text.From an unknown number."She doesn’t love you. She’s still in love with Larry. She’ll leave you the moment he calls. Open your eyes, Xander. Don’t be a fool."There was no name. No emoji. Just the cold weight of accusation.Xander sat up slowly, rereading the message. His chest tightened. He looked down at June sleeping soundly, unaware of the silent detonation that had just gone off in the room.His first instinct was disbelief. Who would send something like this? Why now?His mind raced.H