All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY EX'S RIVAL. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Xavier’s PovI remained standing for what felt like an eternity, and the echo of Tasha’s words still ringing in my ears. Someone had taken pictures of the villa and sent them to Damian, and now Dad knew. Every possible scenario ran through me in a blur: how the pictures were taken, who had snapped them, why Damian had them, and most importantly, what Dad could do with that information.“I thought I found a private place to train. I thought everything was fine again. But nothing seems to be good for a long time”, I said, my voice hoarse, almost in tears. Tulip didn’t rush me. She was near and quiet. Her hand rested lightly on my arm.“Xavier, it’s okay,,” she said calmly. “We’ll figure this out.”“Tulips, it’s not okay”, I exclaimed. My dad can ruin everything in seconds. He could even track the location of this place. I knew we didn’t come here alone. I told you, but you said I shouldn’t worry. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she pulled me gently to the couch. We sat and sh

Xavier's Pov“I hate you,” I said, my hands gripping his shirt so tightly. “How am I even your son?”, tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless.No one dared to step in. Not my aunt, not Damian. The room remained quiet.“Why… why did you do all of this?” I choked out, my voice trembling. “What did I ever do to deserve this?” Why do you think doing what hurts me? My vision blurred, my hands were shaking violently.“Xavier, you won’t—” my dad started, but I cut him off, my voice was filled with rage. “Oh! Please, just shut up. Yeah, you heard my right”, I said, pain written all over me. I could see the flicker of pain in his eyes, but I didn’t care. Not anymore.“Please, calm down”, My aunt whispered, gently taking my hands off my Dad’s dress.I stood for a while, still staring at my Dad, filled with hatred and rage and every other emotion surged. I basically felt so numb and lifeless. All those years, I believed my mom was okay… that she didn’t need me, because that’s what h

Xavier’s Pov“My mom?”The words slipped out of me before I even understood them. I shot to my feet so fast the room spun. I felt my heart slammed against my ribs as if it was trying to break out of my chest.“I thought you were dead,” I whispered, my voice shaking, still curious. “You’re alive?”“Yes, Xavier,” she said weakly. Her voice sounded like she was in severe pain and very tired. It was as though she had been crying for hours. .My breath got stuck somewhere halfway in my throat. My skin felt cold. I didn’t even know what to say, what to think, what to ask. It felt like my brain wasn’t catching up with reality. “Is this a dream”?, I thought to myself.After what felt like seconds, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get anything out, I heard a man’s voice in the background.“Give me the damn phone, woman.”My entire body froze, my eyes widened. That voice wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t normal.Tulip’s head jerked up. She stood from the couch immed

Tulip’s POVI stood by the villa door, watching the shadows stretch across the driveway as Xavier disappeared into the night.My heart ached and my mind screamed at me to stop him, to run after him, to make him slow down. But I paused. Did I even have the right to follow him? He wanted to face this alone. He had always been so reckless, determined, and refusing help. Maybe I should let him go, let him do this on his own.And yet, the thought of him walking into danger, blind to what awaited, made my stomach twist, I sat on the couch. “Could I just sit here and do nothing?”, I thought to myself. Then my eyes landed on the phone lying on the counter. It was ringing, flashing insistently. “He left his phone?”, I exclaimed, wondering if he left it intentionally or forgot to take it along. The phone didn't stop ringing and I decided to check who it was. It was his aunt. I immediately turned the phone off because I didn't want to answer and leave her worried. I also needed silence to t

Tulip's PovWe followed Xavier closely and quietly. At one point, he suddenly turned around, and panic shot through me. We flattened ourselves against the wall, barely daring to breathe. After a tense moment, he scanned the area, saw no one, and continued walking.Only then did I release the breath I’d been holding.We followed him again, slower now, more careful, until he opened a door and slipped inside.I turned to Eli. “Should we go in too?” I whispered. “No!” he exclaimed softly. “We wait.”“Wait?”, I repeated. “For what?” I whispered back, confused and on edge.“Tulips,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent, “we can’t go in with him. Not yet.”Before I could ask anything else, he leaned closer.“We are going to stay here and watch. If he gets into trouble, then we will intervene.”I searched his face, fear and doubt twisting inside me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”“Yes,” he said without hesitation.I wanted to argue but I tried to suppress my fears.“Alright then”, I s