Semua Bab DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Darla's POVI leaned back in my chair. “What I want at this point,” I said slowly, more to myself than to Jace, “isn’t to bury this footage. I won’t use it in a way that would hurt the project… but I’m tired of having evidence against people who would take any chance to bring me down and never using it.”Jace’s gaze stayed fixed on me, his expression calm but alert. I could tell he understood the gravity of what I was saying. “Send it to me,” I finally said, my voice firmer now. “All of it.”He nodded and took out his phone. “I’ll send it to your Gmail right away,” he said. Within moments, I felt the familiar ping of a new email, and there it was, every file neatly attached. I opened it carefully, my heart thudding in my chest.Before I could get lost in the files, I raised a hand. “One thing,” I said, my eyes locking with his. “Do not tell anyone about this video. When I decide what to do with it, they’re going to be furious, and they’ll want to trace how it got out. If they know,

Darla's POVXavier's eyes took a leap from his plate, keen, and intrigued. His brows lined up, a pretty common occurrence with him whenever he felt there was something more to the story. "Go on," he said, his voice neutral but nettled with curiosity.I intertwined my fingers on the table as I tried to collect my thoughts. "Who was in charge of the casts when they uditioned for the Sinclair project?"He tilted his head to the right in which side he was considering me critically. "That would be the director. Mavins." I couldn't hold off anymore and smiled faintly. "Perfect," I said.I inclined forward barely an inch, my voice lowering. "Tell me, Xavier… to the best of your knowledge, was Mavins impartial in his choice?"He did not answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, clearly mulling over my question."As far as I know, yes," he said after a while. "Mavins has always been professional, at least from what I've seen. Why do you ask?"I

Darla's POVThe jeep left the gates behind, and we were almost on the main road.Silence accumulated between us for a while. My fingers drummed an anxious rhythm on my bag, betraying the beat of my mind.Xavier finally broke the silence. "You don't have to be so tense. We're just about there at the hospital."I smiled half-wittedly, but my voice betrayed me. "I can't help it."His eyes ruffled over me for a moment before he lifted his gaze to the windshield again. "I see."We arrived at the hospital an hour later, Xavier's jeep rumbling into the huge parking lot of a huge, glass-enclosed complex.The moment I stepped out of the vehicle, a cold jolt of fear swept over me. Hospitals did that to you. Today was no exception.Within, the antiseptic sting reached my nostrils at once, but what drew my eyes wasn't the clean white of reception, but the known faces scattered all around the waiting room.Jace was present, his body rigidly sitting on one of the plastic chairs. Next to him was Ma

Xavier's POVI remained stationary, immobile, as Darla disappeared upstairs with the maid.My jaw locked in outrage as I turned around within. That moment, our moment, had been taken from me.The worst part? I'd never known Darla wanted that intimacy from me. If I'd known, I would have swept her to my room and slammed the door.It was gone, exchanged for silence and aggravation.I took a deep breath, grabbed my shirt from the couch, and yanked it back up over my head. My fingers were stiff, cold with heat still humming beneath my skin. Halfway buttoned before I even made it halfway down the stairs.Sam was lounging in the living room, reclining on one of my couches like he was the owner. The moment he caught sight of me, he smiled."Xavier, my man, you don't look too good," he said smoothly.I arched an eyebrow. "I was working, Sam. And you burst in without giving me advance warning."He threw up his hands in a 'calm down' gesture. "Come on, bro, don't blow a fuse. Your maid already t

Darla povI crouched at the edge of the bed, my brain spinning. What was Sam doing in Xavier's house, for crying out loud? Were Sam and Xavier buddies? Did they hang out frequently like this? And most importantly, what in the world were Sam and Xavier talking about downstairs?I prodded my palms into my knees, uneasy. If not for that break, Xavier and I would have gone too far.We would have had sex there in the living room, no hesitation. I did not know if I was relieved that the maid stepped in or regretful that she did.I sighed and took out my phone. I called the home number, and the maid answered right away. "Yes, ma'am?""Get out the blue dress for me," I whispered. "The silk one. And iron it.""Yes, ma'am," she replied, and I placed the phone on the hook.I pushed to my feet and walked over to the mirror. My face stared back at me, hair somewhat messy, lips still swollen from Xavier's kisses.I ran my fingers against my lips, and the memory of how he had kissed me, how his arms