Charlotte glanced around anxiously in Xavier’s office as she waited for him to prepare for their discussion. He took his time removing his jacket and rearranging his already arranged desk before eventually sitting down to face her. “So, you were saying?” He asked when he was done, sitting behind the desk opposite her and giving her his full attention. Did he want her to repeat the fact that she wanted his money again? “You promised I would get paid for being your wife,” she said. “It’s in the contract. I want to be paid now.” He gave her an empty blank stare for a full minute while she melted under it. What was he thinking about and why wouldn’t he say anything, she wondered. “Should I be concerned?” He asked finally, raising a brow. “You’ve never mentioned anything about money before now and suddenly you want your full pay. What’s the problem exactly?” She straightened in her chair and tried to look as professional as the nightdress she was wearing would allow her. “I never m

As Xavier kept watching her, Charlotte felt her resolve breaking. She knew that if he made even the slightest move, she would surely fall. She wanted to stay strong, yet she wished he would do something already to wear her down and make her imaginations come through. He was staring at her, trying to hold himself from doing something he would regret. Their relationship was still on shaky ground. If he made the wrong move, she would leave and everything he had worked for would go to waste. From what he could see in her eyes however, he started to wonder if not making a move at all would be the wrong move. Suddenly, Xavier’s phone dinged, breaking both of them from the spell they appeared to be under. Xavier looked at the screen of his phone without bothering to pick it up, but when more dings came after, he picked it up in frustration. Charlotte watched his facial features twist from mild irritation to full blown anger. Whatever he had seen in his phone must have been really bad to b

Xavier was still fuming several minutes after getting back into his vehicle. He drove like a mad man through the roads with only one destination in mind. He didn’t need any distractions. Not even the publicist’s unsuccessful scheme of trying to make people think that he had touched her could distract him from what he planned to do. Xavier was going to give his sister a piece of his mind. He had ignored her schemes for long enough but that had only given her the balls to think she could go after him like that without facing the consequences. That would change after today. His phone began to ring. His face softened when he glanced at it. No one could distract him except her. She was the one he was doing all of this for, anyway. “Hey,” he said when he answered the phone and it connected to the Bluetooth speaker in his car. Since he was driving, he didn’t manually pick up the phone. “Hi,” Charlotte’s smooth voice glided through the speaker, causing him to momentarily lose his focus

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Mia cried as Xavier trudged angrily toward them. “Aren’t we your family? What do you mean by you will make us pay for trying to come after your family? How can we be coming after ourselves?” Julia came forward but stopped when he turned to her. “Uncle Xavier, you haven’t visited or even spoken to us in years and now you’re threatening us? It’s not fair at all.” As they spoke, Xavier felt his anger leaving him slowly. What was he even doing? Charlotte was right. Coming here wasn’t going to change anything. They were both acting like they didn’t know what he was talking about, even though he knew that Mia was behind the posts. His only proof was Grant’s confession, but even before then, he already knew she was responsible. Mia took his silence to mean he was digesting what she said, and that gave her the confidence to continue. “We’ve missed you so much, brother,” she said in a way that sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “Jonah m

Xavier ran a hand through his hair as he tried to ignore the scary images his mind painted. He had to keep reminding himself that his wife was capable enough of taking care of herself but at this point, he couldn’t just remove the possibility of anything. “You said she left with someone with a car. Which way did they go?” He asked the gate keeper who had given him the news. “I don’t know which way they went because I went back inside but I’ll check the tire marks.” He left his post to check. “They went that way, to the left.” Xavier nodded. “What type of car was it? I want to know the color, everything.” He dialed a number on his phone as he spoke. “Did she seem comfortable around the person? Did she look like she was being forced to do something?” “It was a man in the car,” the gatekeeper answered, furrowing his brows to remember all the details. “It was a grey Audi. I couldn’t really see her face but she didn’t look excited to see the person. She was just neutral to me.” Xavier