All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Xavier's POV The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her. The moment I peeled my eyes open and she was the first person that caught my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. I didn't mind dying. Hell,I would spend my childhood days listening to stories about the moon goddess and the afterlife she created. It was rumored, that there, one could have peace and be with their loved ones. I wasn't sure I had anyone I could categorize as a loved one, but it didn't matter. Until now. Now, if I were to choose, then best believe that I was going to pick Lyra over and over again. I shook my head slowly as I pushed the thoughts out of my head. Lyra lay curled in the sheets beside me, her hair a dark halo spilling over my chest, her breathing soft and even. I'd seen women, beautiful women, and with the number of them that had thrown themselves at me, I really meant it when I said no one could stand up to her. They didn't even hold a candle to the amount of beauty Lyra exuded. The morning

Lyra’s POV The night felt wrong before anything even happened. I tried to shake it off as an awful wave of paranoia threatening to make me unstable, but the more I tried, the harder whatever was wrong with the night, pressed harder against me. People usually said you could feel an omen, whether good or bad in the sky, and even though I wasn't sure I'd experienced this type of thing before, I just knew whatever was going to happen tonight, wasn't necessarily going to be a good thing. The air itself seemed restless, too still, too charged, like it was waiting for the one match that would set everything ablaze. Even the torches along the corridor burned lower than usual, their flames trembling like they knew what was coming.I’d waited until silence had swallowed the castle whole, until the halls emptied and the servants had gone to bed behind their locked doors. Until my own heartbeat was the only sound left echoing through the darkness.Then I moved.Each step I took was careful,

Lyra’s POV The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was so thick I would be be exaggerating when I said it literally pulled me from the afterlife. Smoke, burnt wood, and faint iron registered itself at the back of my mind. Like that wasn't enough, I hated how distinct the stench was. It clung to the back of my throat and filled my lungs like a memory I couldn’t cough out. I tried to move, but pain rippled through my ribs, sharp and immediate. My body felt heavy, pinned by something unseen. I knew I wasn't in hell, but right now, I was tempted to believe that hell couldn't be anymore worse to how I was feeling right now. A dull throb had formed at the back of my head now, and I hated how scared I was, that my eyes would pop out of their sockets if I opened my eyes too quickly. When I finally forced my eyes open, everything was blurred,, colors, shapes, even light. Then, slowly, it all began to focus.I saw the white sheets first. Then the bandages around my arm, a faint flic

Xavier’s POV The council chamber smelled like polish and hypocrisy. It echoed and bounced off the walls like a damned curse, and even though I told myself it didn't bother me, it pressed down against me like its sole purpose was to suffocate me. Every surface gleamed, the marble floors, the high backed chairs, even the gold crest mounted above the head seat. But beneath all that shine, and glamour, I could feel it. Rot. It seemed to be rooted into place, and the members absolutely reeked of it. They probably didn't know it, or maybe they did, because it was the kind that didn’t show until it was too late.I walked in slowly , making sure my steps were small and deliberate steps. My boots echoed through the silence, and I didn't miss the way every eye followed me. There were six of them seated around the curved table, draped in their fine robes and self importance, but I told myself that I only recognized three of them. They looked like vultures dressed for a feast, waiting for m

Xavier’s POV The fire outside had long since died, but its ghost still clung to the air. It clung to the ashes on the courtyard stones, to the smoke stained windows, to the people hovering around as they tried their best to salvage what they could, and most of all, to me.The council’s words hadn’t left my head. If anything, they echoed louder than the crack of burning wood, replaying every word meant to cut. They'd called me all manner of things, and even though at one point in my life I'd heard those words, something about it felt strange this time. Whether or not it had something to do with the fact that they came because I was closer to my revenge and ultimate plan, I had no idea. All I knew, was my victory was sure and I would be a fool if I failed now. They could call me whatever they wanted. Reckless, dangerous, emotional or even a man ruled by obsession.I didn't care, all I cared for was the throne and Lyra. I sat behind my desk, the parchment from Cassian’s earlier d