Lahat ng Kabanata ng WRONGFULLY HIS: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 29

ATHENA'S POV The elevator dings softly as it opens onto the private parking level and my heart thunders in my chest... perhaps even louder than the seemingly loud sounds of my footsteps. I clutch the strap of my duffel bag tighter than I'm already holding it, feeling every nerve in my body wound up tight.I’m almost there, I'm almost there, I say, repeating it over and over again in my head.The driver’s side door to the pure black car Xander bought “for my comfort” is already unlocked— thanks to the spare key that I swiped days ago just in case.I move quickly, opening the door and tossing the bag into the passenger seat. Then I get in and my hands start to tremble again as I slide in behind the wheel and fumble to start the engine.Freedom is just seconds away from me but the second I reach for the gear shift, I hear the elevator ding again and a figure quickly starts walking my way.I freeze and then in seconds the driver’s side door beside me is pulled open.... And my lungs li

XANDER’S POVI’ve negotiated billion- dollar deals at dawn, dissolved empires with a single call, and buried rivals without ever needing to lift a damn finger.... But nothing------ and I mean nothing------ has prepared me for the absolute insanity of a hormonal, pregnant Athena.It’s 3:07 a.m, and I’m standing in my penthouse kitchen in a black hoodie and sweatpants, watching my personal chef, Gustavo, tremble as he carefully prepares what can only be described as a culinary blasphemy of the worst kind.How on earth can she want to eat that?“She said she wants the peanut butter swirl on the jalapeño- flavored ice cream,” I mutter, pacing back and forth behind him.“Si, Señor Knight, I am trying,” Gustavo whispers, his forehead now coated in sweat.“And the pickles?” I ask, eyeing the counter. “She said they have to be chilled------ not cold, chilled------ and they need to be snappy, not soggy.”Gustavo nods vigorously. “The pickles are from a German barrel batch, flown in last week

XANDER'S POVThe elevator to my father’s private floor is rather silent except for the occasional buzz of electricity. When the doors slide open, I walk over to his office while holding the black leather dossier in my hand.... And I find Richard, standing at the window, with his hands behind his back."You’re early,” he says without turning to look at me.Ignoring him, I step forward and drop the dossier onto his desk. “What’s this?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at it.However I don't reply him, and so he reaches his hands out and flips the cover... page after page.And what he sees are receipts and photocopies of offshore accounts, shell corporations, political wire transfers and... hell, the entire rotten architecture of his empire. Suddenly he looks up, with his mouth set in a hard line. “You’ve been busy.”“I hired the best forensic accountants in the country,” I reply. “They worked through the night. And if I make just one phone call, all these goes to the SEC, internation

ATHENA'S POVWeeks pass and... I don’t know when I started living and breathing... differently in this penthouse.I've stopped feeling like I'm in a cage, and Xander...... Xander is just sweet.My room isn't locked from outside anymore and guards don't stay by my door side anymore, instead they stay at a 'respectable' distance------ as Xander calls it.Thinking about his confession just weeks ago make me blush.Believe me when I say we still argue from time to time, but at least it's for trivial things like baby clothes.You see on Monday this week, we check out the gender of our babies, and found out that we're expecting boys.Once we were out of the hospital, Xander insisted on taking 'us' shopping; but that's not the problem.The issue started when he began threatening to fire the clerk if he didn't get him baby suits.BABY SUITS!What kind of babies wear suits?!!I asked Xander that, but he said his kids.Urgh, sometimes I wonder where that man's reasoning comes from.... But I l