As Xavier stepped into Cathleen's bedroom, he was met with a sense of serenity that seemed to emanate from the sleeping figure on the bed. She lay there, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely unaware of his presence. He pulled up a chair beside her and settled in, watching her intently. A soft beam of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across her peaceful face. He couldn't help but smile as she furrowed her brows and let out a content sigh in her slumber. In this moment, she seemed so vulnerable and fragile, yet she was also fiercely independent. As he sat there gazing at her, he couldn't help but wonder what thoughts and dreams were running through her mind as she slept.He couldn't understand why she had chosen to become a prostitute. Despite the roughness of her profession, she was undeniably breathtaking, and it seemed effortless for her to attract potential suitors. But as he thought about what she did for a living, his smile twisted in
Her nails dug into his skin, her anger boiling over at his constant jabs and insults towards her. As tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't help but absorb every hurtful word he hurled her way. The weight of his words felt like stones crushing down on her spirit, but she refused to let him break her. "You must like older men, then," Xavier added."What." Cathleen paused a bit and went on, "Does it bruise your ego that I don’t like you, Mr. Knight?" Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of this stoic, unfeeling man. She scoffed, the sound bitter and full of hurt, the tears still lingering on her lashes. She braced herself against the emotional onslaught, determined not to show any weakness in his presence. His icy demeanor only added to the weight crushing down on her heart."You don’t like me, and I don’t like you; it’s mutual. I hate you; you are not even anywhere close to what I like. I am still taking your shit because I want your fat
Nature's fury poured forth with unrelenting force, battering the world outside. The deafening rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, drowning out all other sounds. Thick, dark clouds rolled in and swallowed the once-clear blue sky. With each crash of lightning, shadows danced across the pavement below. As the rain began to pelt down on the streets, people scurried for cover, their steps quickening as they searched for any available shelter. The angry downpour was a catalyst for chaos, causing heavy traffic to clog the bustling streets of New York City. Cars honked impatiently, and pedestrians huddled under awnings, seeking refuge from the relentless deluge. The cityscape was transformed into a watery canvas, streaked with vibrant hues and blurred shapes as the rain continued to pour down upon it.As the first drops of rain pattered against the window, old Mr. Knight sat inside the room, lost in thought. The rain quickly escalated into a fierce downpour, its rhythmic beat echoing th
A week had passed and not a single word had been heard from Cathleen, which was highly unusual for the girl who was known for her constant phone calls to check up on others. Mr. Knight, feeling increasingly concerned and anxious, couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong with his dear daughter-in-law. Each time he tried to reach out to Xavier for an update on his wife's whereabouts, he was met with silence. Growing more and more determined to find answers, the old man summoned his driver and made his way to Xavier and Cathleen's lavish home, hoping to uncover the truth behind her sudden disappearance.As the old man arrived, he was welcomed with open arms by Olivia. Her wide grin stretched from ear to ear as she swung the door open for him. The moment his eyes fell on her, he knew without a doubt that Cathleen and Olivia would not get along. She exuded a different kind of energy—one that did not match Cathleen's refined tastes."Good morning, Father." As Olivia stepped i
Olivia's heart raced with joy and excitement, causing her to jump up and down like a carefree child. Her jubilation was short-lived, however, as Xavier's words struck her like a massive boulder, driving her to the edge of a cliff."I will not divorce my wife, Father! I love her, and I'm getting to know her." This single statement was enough to make Olivia run and throw herself into the sea. The weight of his words threatened to push her over the edge into a dark abyss of uncertainty and fear. She felt herself teetering on the precipice, unsure if she had the strength to pull herself back from the brink.A wave of paleness washed over Olivia's face, the color draining from her cheeks as she realized that all hope of ever being with the man she loved was lost. Her posture slouched, her shoulders drooping in defeat as she fought back tears that refused to come. The heaviness in her chest made it hard to breathe, and she felt like she was suffocating on her own emotions. All the blood in
Xavier's gaze lingered on William Jackson, a storm of confusion brewing behind his eyes. The older man returned the look with an intensity that bordered on desperation and motioned silently, urging Xavier to follow him out into the crisp evening air. With a stiff nod, Xavier acquiesced, his footsteps echoing William's across the threshold.The chill of the outside world wrapped around them, but it was the frost in William's confession that cut deeper. "Cathy is a fragile girl," he began, voice low, laced with a regret that seemed to ache in the growing dusk. "She puts on a chilly facade because she thinks I do not care about her."A heavy pause settled between them, the gravity of the words hanging like a guillotine blade ready to fall."Her mother was my life," William continued, his voice rough as gravel, "and when she passed, Cathy... She lost more than a mother. I had to find someone to take care of her, being swallowed by work, ensuring food was always on our table."William hesi
"I'm sorry, I won't be able to say anything to you." The doctor said, and Xavier's jaw clenched as the doctor met his glower with an apologetic shrug. The sterile white of the room seemed to close in, a mocking contrast to the dark thoughts clouding his mind. The doctor went on, oblivious to the storm brewing within Xavier. "Cathleen seems like a married woman, and I can only talk to her husband or her family, not friends."The words hung heavy in the air while Xavier’s icy stare bore into the man who was daring to stand between him and his wife—not that he cared about Cathleen, but he needed answers. His temper, a live wire sparking dangerously close to detonation, threatened to break his facade of control. Time was slipping through his fingers, each second pounding against his skull like a drumbeat, heralding his fury."Time is money, Doctor," Xavier spat out, each word laced with venom. He could feel the familiar urge to command and dominate the situation, as he did in the boardroo
As Xavier walked out of the clean white room, the smell of the hospital lingered on his well-tailored suit. He had a rare grin with the corners of his mouth turned up. The harsh hospital lights cast sharp shadows over his chiseled features. "At least she's up," he thought to himself, enjoying the thought of Cathleen's strength. For a while now, his world had become dull and boring because he had so much power over it. "No one dares stand up to me... except for that prostitute wife of mine."He talked to himself in a quiet growl, recognizing that Cathleen had a strong personality. It was a spirit that was like him, a dance of rebellion and power that interested him more than it should have.The sight of his mouth moving in a faint smile made his cold blue eyes flinch. Caleb, who was always on the lookout, saw the strange face."Boss, are you okay?" Caleb couldn't quite get the question out, and there was doubt in every word. Xavier didn't smile very often, and this one was the only one