All Chapters of Married to the arrogant senior : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The wind howled outside the clinic as Arielle and Xavier walked toward his parked car. Her fingers were still wrapped tightly around the DNA report, knuckles pale.“Are you okay?” Xavier asked gently, unlocking the passenger door for her.“No,” she admitted, sliding in. “But I will be.”As the door shut with a soft thud, a black SUV parked two streets over turned on its headlights. From the driver’s seat, the figure known only as “S” adjusted a silencer on a matte black pistol, eyes fixed on the couple through a sniper lens.“Target confirmed,” came a voice through the earpiece.“Orders?”There was silence on the line.Then: “Wait for the girl to be alone.”---Part 2: Paper Trails and GhostsBack in the penthouse, Xavier paced the living room, phone pressed to his ear.“Franklin, I need everything you can dig up on the Moretti estate. Titles, leftover assets, even hidden accounts,” he barked into the phone. “Arielle has a right to all of it.”Arielle emerged from the bathroom, her fa

Xavier paced in front of the fireplace, the light from the flames casting deep shadows across his clenched jaw. Arielle sat on the couch, phone still in her lap, the message from the unknown number burned into her brain.“Nice show. Ready for Part Two?”“What does that even mean?” she whispered, staring blankly at the screen.Xavier’s eyes met hers. “It means this wasn’t just about showing us that video. It’s a warning.”“But why now? Why not send it months ago? And why me?” Arielle’s voice cracked.He paused, as if weighing his words. “Maybe they wanted to watch you suffer first. Maybe they needed you to get close to me… to break me.”“But who? Who would want to do that?”Xavier sat down beside her, his face grim. “Plenty of people hate me. But only a handful knew about what really happened the night Damien died. And even fewer could have tampered with the surveillance footage. This wasn’t a leak it was controlled. Planned.”Arielle gripped the blanket tighter around her. “What if it

The wooden box sat on Arielle’s bed like a ticking bomb.It wasn’t large, maybe the size of a jewelry box, but its presence made the entire dorm room feel smaller, like the walls were closing in around them. The faded ribbon shook in her fingers as she unwrapped it, her breath catching with every movement.Xavier sat beside her, silent, tense. He hadn’t said a word since Hailey handed over the box. His fists clenched at his sides.Click.The box creaked open.Inside lay a small, leather-bound journal. The cover was worn, edges frayed, but Claire’s name was carved on the inside page in her elegant, slanted handwriting.Arielle swallowed and began flipping through the pages.Each one was dated.March 4th, 2007."I think they're watching me again. The nurse on rotation last night had different eyes. Like she'd seen too much. Or done too much. I'm going to have to move the files soon."March 10th, 2007."Franklin doesn’t believe me. I see it in his eyes. He thinks I’m being paranoid, that

Pain came first.A slow, throbbing ache in her neck, spreading like fire through her veins.Arielle's eyes fluttered open, and she was greeted by blinding white lights and the low hum of electricity. She was lying on a steel table in a sterile room that smelled like bleach and betrayal.Her wrists were strapped down.She yanked at them instinctively tight.“No sudden movements, sweetheart,” a voice purred.Alexis.Arielle’s head jerked to the left.There she was, Alexis, in a fitted lab coat, looking every bit like a traitor wrapped in designer fabric. Her eyes weren’t warm anymore. They were steel.“You drugged me,” Arielle rasped.“I saved you,” Alexis said smoothly, tapping something on a nearby tablet. “You were seconds away from getting yourself killed.”“You told me to go there!”“I told you to come alone. Instead, you brought the cavalry. You broke the rules.”“The rules are rigged!” Arielle spat.Alexis smirked. “And yet you keep playing the game.”Arielle scanned the room. No

Xavier’s chest heaved as he stood before Arielle, his breath ragged, his shirt long abandoned, revealing the sculpted ridges of his torso. The moonlight poured in through the wide window of the hotel penthouse, casting a silver glow over them. Arielle’s eyes burned into his as she stepped closer, the silk robe she wore clinging to her like a second skin, framing every curve he ached to touch.She reached up slowly, placing a hand on his chest, right over his racing heart."I told myself I would never want someone like you," she whispered. "But right now... I don’t want to think. I want to feel."Xavier didn’t wait.He closed the distance between them in one swift move, crushing her lips with his. There was no hesitation, only fire. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud as his hands roamed her body, hungry and desperate. She moaned into his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair as he kissed her like a man starved.He pulled back just long enough to breathe, his voice hoarse. "