...Xavien POV...I can see the fear and disappointment creep into Mekayla's eyes. I can understand the way that she feels, for she feels betrayed, yet I somehow thought that this would someday happen. Evil hides in places where you least expect it. And this evil has been hiding in the corner, waiting for the perfect time to out. But sometimes this evil also doesn't seem to learn its lesson, for it has once tried and come out now.Now, if this man can only untie my hands, then I will do much more than cut his damn fingers off. God, how did he even tie it with half a hand, or perhaps it is his partner there that I somehow don't think was in the girl scouts. All I can say is that the two of them not only make for an odd pair but a somewhat stupid one as well.While Mekayla is sitting and still trying to get a word together to ask dear old Sofi, or was it Sofa, whichever the stupid cow is called, I am not afraid of any one of them. Now I do have a question though, after s

...Xavien POV...I am not sure if I heard this crazy man correctly. Does he think the Grant is a Rockefeller? Either he did not think this through, which is what I am leaning towards, or he is not intending in returning Mekayla at all.Now I know that I should keep my mouth shut, but this makes no sense at all, "So, Damian. You want the money, right?""Why else do we have you," he snaps at me as he pushes the barrel of the gun in my face. He is going to wish he never did that, but that is not the point."The last time I heard, or from what I have been told, Mr. Winters is not even nearly worth thirty-eight million."He looks at me amused and only laughs, "Of course I know that."I look at him even further, confused, "Then why ask for thirty-eight million if you know that he does not have it.""I said eight million."I shake my head at him, and he only but cocks his head, "You said thirty-eight million."Sophia looks to him, not looking am

...Xavien POV...We are now back living in the city again. Mekayla seems like she is completely happy. The shopping trips, tea parties with some of her old friends, getting the nursery busy, so many things that are keeping her busy. As for me…I am unhappy.No matter how much I tried to get my point of view in telling her that it is going to be a mistake, she did not want to listen. So I am back at the office, every day, working full days, even after hours. The functions have already started, of which she has only been to one as she cannot stand on her feet so long. She is twenty-eight weeks pregnant and wants to kill me most of the days for what I apparently did to her. Ya, we needed two for that one, Mekayla. But yes, the functions are not one of her favorites, though.Well, do I really want to be the one that said, I told you so.I shall make the best of what I can and get used to this lifestyle again. I do not want my children to live this way; th

...Xavien POV...It is a very long and painful drive back to the Winters's mansion. My dear wife is not in a good mood today. She, as of a few minutes ago, decided that she does not like the dress that she is wearing. So guess what?I had to turn around and go home.Now we are finally back on the road to the town, officially extremely late. Yet, she is still not in a better mood. Mekayla is absolutely grumpy. The snacks that I packed for her are completely wrong. The way I cut the pickle is not right and let us not forget that I did not put enough strawberries with the chocolate spread.She is absolutely impossible.I am already annoyed as it is because we are living in the damn city again, and now my wife is driving me insane. Mekayla is in her own world by herself; she only lives for her; I don't know if she sees the babies as real little people or toys that she can dress up. She has been buying the most ridiculous outfits online, I am putting it

. ...Xavien POV...I have moved out into the guest room permanently.Things in the Caruso household have gone from tense to nothing at all. Mekayla and me barely talk to each other, and when we do, we find ourselves in an argument. I have stopped counting the number of stupid things that we fight over. That damn cribs are still standing there; Grant told her to sort her shit out and to stop being so unreasonable. Now when I wanted to agree with him, I found a plate come flying towards my head.Mekayla has gone completely insane, and I mean that in the nicest of ways.She is working herself up to a frenzy every day, which the doctor told her to clearly stop doing for her stress levels are not good for the babies. She is going for thirty-four weeks soon, and she is going on like a complete lunatic.I have found any and every reason to stay at work these days, and of course, I am having an affair with Barbara. Well, if I wanted to have an affair, I wo