After being betrayed by her stepsister, Cathleen left the country and went abroad. However, on the day she returned to NYC, she was asked to marry the same man she caught sleeping with her stepsister 3 years ago. Cathleen agreed, as she was marrying the man to save her grandmother and wanted revenge, as well as to cut ties with her family. To her surprise, the man she married wasn't the man who betrayed her 3 years ago; it was a different man she had never seen. What happened to Finn? How will she get her revenge? Her stepmother and stepsister found out that Finn wasn't the owner of Knight Group, so they devised a plan to make Cathleen marry the lapdog while they found out who owned Knight Group. But with Finn on the run, who then did Cathleen marry? Xavier was dimmed to be a cousin from the farm; little did the mother-and-daughter pair know that he was the big shot they had been looking for.
View MoreJames flicked through the grainy footage, his fingers poised over the keyboard like a pianist ready to strike. "Check this out," he said, his voice low and laden with urgency. The screen displayed a timestamp frozen at 8:38 PM.Cathleen leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she observed the woman in the video. "That's Anastasia. And that's not Xavier." Her lips twisted into a grim line, the revelation igniting a spark of vindication within her. "She lied.""Exactly," James replied, his tone matching the gravity of the situation. He clicked play, and the footage resumed, showing Anastasia entering the hotel lobby without Mr. Knight in tow."Where the hell is Xavier then?" Cathleen muttered more to herself than to James. It was a puzzle, each piece meticulously falling into place, but with gaps still yawning between truth and deceit."Wait for it..." James paused the footage once more, bringing up another clip. "Mr. Knight leaving his office at 10:51 PM." He turned to face her, his expr
Xavier's silhouette stretched thin and foreboding across the soft carpet of his study as he made his way in, the weight of the night's revelations weighing heavily on him. Like a predator, he moved towards the decanter, its amber contents glinting in the dim lighting, pouring himself a generous amount of whiskey with graceful ease. The crystal glass chilled his lips, while the heat of the drink burned fiercely down his throat—an intense contrast to the numbness that had settled into his mind.A mirthless chuckle, rough and guttural, escaped him, sounding more like a growl than a laugh. Life, with its twisted sense of humor, had dealt him a hand that he couldn't even begin to remember being dealt before. An accusation so foul, from a woman whose face remained a blur, gnawed at his insides like a relentless parasite. He took another sip of his drink, the amber liquid burning down his throat as he fought off the urge to hurl the glass and watch it shatter into a million sharp fragments o
Xavier's fingers curled into fists atop the mahogany desk, his knuckles bleaching white as he struggled to piece together fragmented memories. The silence of the room pressed against him—a suffocating shroud of unanswered questions. He propelled himself up, the leather chair squeaking in protest, and walked to the window. His reflection stared back at him, like a ghost amid the expanse of New York's freedom below. His mind whirled with the accusation that clung to him like a vile second skin."Who was she?" The question echoed in the cavernous space of his chest, hollow and haunting. He didn’t understand anything about the lady who accused him of rape. Worse, he has never seen the lady before; he just knows he woke up next to her the next day. How did she get to his suit? He doesn’t know how she got there. What the fuck is going on? He thought as he shoved both his hands into his pants.The door crashed open. Xavier didn't flinch; he watched the reflection of his father storming in,
The sound of hushed whispers filled the marbled lobby as Cathleen strode through the revolving doors of her law firm. Her heels clicked sharply, a metronome to the undercurrent of scandal that thrummed in the air. "Oh my God, have you seen the headlines?" The receptionist's voice sliced through the murmurs.Cathleen's gaze swept across the reception, where eyes darted and papers rustled with feigned nonchalance."What headlines?" A worker feigned ignorance, grasping at the bait."The billionaire playboy—that handsome bachelor everyone has been wanting to know if he's married or not?" The receptionist's voice quivered with the thrill of gossip."Ah, Mr. Knight... on headlines about rape." Disbelief laced with desire bled from the worker's words. "Don't believe stories like that; that man is the owner of Knight Group International. Any woman would kill to sleep with that man; did you see how fine he is? Rape isn’t his thing."A cold shiver crawled down Cathleen's spine, freezing her in
Xavier sat in the cool, dim light of his office, the weight of solitude pressing against him like a physical force. It was suffocating, this silence—a month since Cathleen's voice had pierced through it, a month since their bodies had spoken the primal language they both understood so well."Sir, there has been a package delivered for you at the reception." Caleb's voice sliced through his brooding, an unwelcome interruption."Open it," Xavier commanded without looking up, his fingers curling before him.The crisp sound of tearing paper cut through the room as Caleb complied. A momentary pause, then, "Sir, it's from madam."In an instant, Xavier was on his feet, the chair clattering behind him. He snatched the envelope with a predatory swiftness that belied his usual composed demeanor. His heart hammered—anxious, expectant—as he tore into the missive.Divorce papers.A smirk twisted his lips, though his eyes were cold as steel. "She knows where I work, and I don't know shit about her,
Don't forget to read yesterday's chapter, it has been corrected. Thank you for your patience. *****Cathleen's fingers clawed at the cool marble on the counter, her knuckles whitening with the grip. Her breath came out in ragged pants, betraying the tumultuous storm raging within her. She was trembling, every nerve ending screaming for release—a release only Xavier could grant. His touch—those hands that had charted every inch of her skin—knew precisely how to shatter her composure and make her unravel."Damn it," she cursed under her breath, a venomous whisper that spoke volumes of her internal conflict. This dalliance with Xavier was spiraling out of control, threatening the ordered life she'd so meticulously built. Cathleen Devereaux, a celebrity lawyer, unshakable and formidable—now unsteady, craving the very thing that was undoing her.She despised the transformation—the way she'd become pliant under his command. It was antithetical to her nature; she wasn't designed to be anyon
Cathleen's heels clicked against the porch as she left the sanctuary of the shaded swing, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. The house loomed before her, its windows like judgmental eyes watching her every move. She exhaled sharply, squaring her shoulders against whatever awaited inside. This was just an accusation, and it’s not like I was pregnant. The thought was almost amusing to her. As she pushed through the door, the coolness of the interior wrapped around her like a shroud. Her gaze landed on Xavier, his back turned, his movements meticulous as he cleared the remnants of their breakfast dispute from the table; everyone else was gone. Cathleen sighed. This wasn't the Xavier she knew—the one who lounged and left messes in his wake for others to clean. This man before her was doing dishes, handling China with care. "There you are," Xavier said without turning, his voice echoing slightly off the tile. He dried a plate with a towel, the muscles of his forearms fl
The porcelain plate squealed against the glossy mahogany as Cathleen pushed her chair back, its legs protesting as much as the raging anger building in her chest. Not pausing to look at the faces stopped mid-chew, her fury was stoked by their conjectural muttering about her purported illness. The thought alone—the foolishness of believing she was pregnant—caused a gut reaction she was unable to fully process.Outside, everything was unlike the world she knew; it was Xavier's haven, a place she had never ventured into. As she marched across the lawn covered in dew, the sheer loveliness of it took her by surprise and clashed with her frustration. Lush shades of green and colorful blossoms surrounded her like a vibrant work of art, showcasing Xavier's hidden softness.Her fingertips trailing over the beautiful petals of a rosebush, she murmured, "Damn him." The softness, an unwanted respite from the storm inside, calmed her jangled nerves. Here there was quiet, no critical looks, no crud
The morning light spilled into the grand dining room, casting a judgmental glare on Cathleen as the guests streamed in. Eyes darted her way, and whispers hung in the air unspoken. The tousled hair, the flush on her cheeks, the slight disarray of her silk robe—all silent testimonies to the stormy scene that just happened a few moments ago before Xavier opened that door. Cathleen's gaze flickered toward the bathroom door, longing for a minute to collect herself and wash away the evidence. But Xavier was there; his presence was a wall she could not bypass. His hand, firm on her lower back, made a claim that spoke volumes. Cathleen could feel the spill of Xavier’s sperm as she shifted a bit. Xavier knew she was uncomfortable, but he wanted everyone to know she was his and didn’t want to hide that they were now fucking just like every couple should. "Baby, I would like to start my day with your butternut soup." Xavier's voice, smooth and demanding, broke through the murmurs. His father, i
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