Third Person's pov Fred sat down at the dining table, his mind still reeling from the earlier confrontation with Xander. He tried to focus on his food, but his appetite had vanished. The only thing he could think about was the argument he'd had with his brother, and how close he'd come to losing his temper. He knew that wouldn't have been good for anyone, least of all Jessie and the kids. So he tried to push the thoughts from his mind and focus on the food in front of him. But it was no use.As Fred's mother sat in her room, she couldn't help but wonder what had brought him back home. She knew he had been living at the penthouse for some time, and she had assumed that he was doing well there. But something must have changed, she thought. What could have happened to make him come back? She was concerned for him, and for the rest of the family. She knew that tensions had been high between Fred and Xander for some time, and she feared that this could be the beginning of something much w

Third person's povAs Xander's mother turned to leave, Fred yelled after her, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere!" he said, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not leaving until he accepts me!" His mother turned back to face him, her eyes filled with disappointment. "This isn't the way to solve your problems, Fred," she said, her tone soft but firm. "You can't force someone to accept you. It has to come from within."Xander's mother gave him one last look, then turned and walked out the door. Fred stood there, alone in the living room, his emotions swirling inside him. He felt angry, hurt, and lost. He didn't know what to do next. He sank down onto the couch, his head in his hands, his mind racing. He didn't know how to make things right. He just knew that he couldn't give up.There was a loud crash as the front door was kicked in, and Fred's gang members streamed into the room. They swaggered around the room, eyes scanning the space for threats. When they spotte

Third Person's povThe next day, Fred strode confidently into the company, his eyes scanning the room. He spotted Xander's office, and made a beeline for it. He opened the door and found Xander's chair empty, waiting for him. Without hesitation, he sat down and put his feet up on the desk. The workers around him gasped, but he ignored them. "I'm the boss now," he declared, his voice booming. "And you're going to do what I say."As Fred's words echoed through the room, one of the workers bolted from their desk and rushed to the phone. They picked it up, trembling with fear, and dialed Xander's number. The line rang a few times, and then Xander's sleepy voice came on the other end. "What is it?" he asked, sounding confused. The worker stuttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. "It's Fred... he's... he's in your office!" they managed to get out.Xander's eyes widened, and he sat bolt upright in bed. "What?" he asked, his voice rising with alarm. "How did he get in

Third Person's pov Jessie slipped into the front seat, and her eyes went wide as she looked around the interior of the car. The leather seats were soft and luxurious, and the dashboard was filled with gleaming chrome accents. Even the steering wheel was covered in buttery leather, and the gear shift was crafted from shining metal. The kids piled into the back seat, and their faces lit up as they explored the new car. "This is so cool!" they exclaimed, laughing and shouting. Jessie couldn't help but smile as she looked at their happy faces.At dinner, everyone gathered around the table and began eating. But Xander didn't touch his food, and Jessie noticed his absence of appetite right away. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "You're not eating anything." Xander hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice heavy. "It's about Fred." Jessie's heart dropped, and she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her

Third Person's pov "Jessie, we need to talk about this," Xander said, his voice calm but firm. "Your jealousy is getting out of hand. You can't keep throwing things at people just because you're feeling insecure." Jessie's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered the food she had been cooking. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, running to the kitchen. Sure enough, smoke was billowing from the stovetop, and the pot of pasta was starting to burn.The maids hurried into the kitchen, ready to put out the fire. But when they saw Jessie standing there, they froze. They had heard the yelling and seen the pillow fly across the room, and they were afraid of getting caught in the middle of whatever was going on. "Um, we can take care of this," one of the maids said, her voice trembling. "You don't need to worry about it." But Jessie simply waved them away. "It's fine," she said, her voice shaky. "I've got it under control."As Jessie reached for the pot, her fingers brushed against the hot metal and