Xavier Every day I wake with the same questions in my mind; I wonder if my life or life in general was worth living, and that morning wasn’t any different. My family, they hated me. I didn’t expect any different; I was an only son that rejected the perfect life curated for me. I was an only son that didn’t want to take up my father’s legacy, so of course they hated me. I sat up in bed, my head spinning from all the alcohol I had the last night. For the past few years, I’d found myself drowning in a lot of drinks, something to take my mind off the harsh reality of my life.I picked up my phone from the bedside table, prying my eyes open to face its brightness. The time stared at me like a warning, 10 a.m., and then it hit me. Victor was going to be there in an hour, for the sole purpose of making sure I picked up the right suit for the job. You’d expect me to jump out of bed immediately, but I didn’t; honestly, I was still battling with skepticism. I wondered if I was ready to do th

XavierI slipped out of the house, careful not to make a sound. My mother was still in the house, probably fussing over my hair and why I wouldn’t go with her and the man I call my father, to the company. I didn't want to deal with another lecture, so I made a quick exit through the back doors. I hated that she always defended him; “don’t hate him he is your father” she would say but that man didn’t think of me as his son, he didn’t think of me as anything more than a continuation of his legacy.And his thoughts about my future is never going to happen.The sun was bright as I stepped out, and I squinted, digging out my shades from my pocket. Victor was waiting at the exact same spot he said he was in on the phone call, leaning against one of Damian’s black cars. He straightened up as I approached, a hint of a smile on his face."Took you long enough," he said, nodding at me."Hey, Vic," I replied, sliding into the passenger seat.He chuckled, shaking his head. "Please don't call me

Xavier’s povI let out a slow breath as the silence settled in after my parents left. The door was still as expected off the hinges, reminding me of the conversation we'd had. Well, it wasn’t really a conversation since he talked and I listened.I didn't bother getting emotional about it; it was just another day in the Xavier family drama fest. I was used to my father doing all sorts of things to me and this wasn’t the first time he had taken my door off.I walked over to the bed, dropping the towel and then I walked towards the wardrobe, ruffling through the shopping bags for some comfy clothes. His words still stung a bit, but I'd learned to develop a thick skin over the years. "Bring shame to the family" he said like it was a new thing to me. I had no other plans but to bring shame to them so he can go shoot a bullet through head. I slipped into some sweatpants and a white vest, feeling a bit more human. “Now, where was that drink?” I whispered to myself, searching for the bott

Xavier Eliot's eyes narrowed as he fired question after question at me, I felt my body break out in cold sweat despite the perfectly working air conditioning. "What's your take on market trends?" he asked, his expression unreadable.I froze. Market trends? Uh... weren't those things like... up and down? What the hell are market trends? I should have done more research. Of course Eliot wasn’t dumb enough to just hire someone based on family background.I scrambled for something, anything, but my mind was a complete blank. I had no idea what he was talking about.He raised an eyebrow at me, his gaze piercing into my soul and I could feel my composure slowing slipping. Am I about to blow it for Pearl? "I'm waiting, Mr. Montclair." He said, his voice firm, expression still unreadable like he was waiting for the perfect moment to call my bluff.Suddenly, like a savior, Victor's voice came through the microphone I had completely forgotten about in my ear, causing me to jerk a little. "

DamianI rubbed the sleep from my eyes, checking the time on my phone as I walked into the living room. 5:30 AM. I'd managed to wake up earlier than I wanted to, motivated by the need to send Xavier that crucial info before he gets to Eliot's office. I had forgotten to give it to him during our meeting the previous day and only remembered while I was asleep. I managed to sneak out of the room and without waking Mila up and I was glad, she keeps herself busy all day making meals and cleaning the house. I wanted to hire a day cook but she refused, so her night’s sleep was all the rest she could get.I grabbed my phone and began typing out a quick message, my fingers flying across the screen.“Check your email and review all the important documents I sent to you, you will need them today.” I typed, I felt bad unloading so much information on him in such a short time but, there was nothing I could do about it.As I hit send, I looked up, and my gaze landed on a figure in the living room