All Chapters of Xavier :The tale of the broken : Chapter 21
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21. blood and leverage
Weeks had passed since the marriage scandal. Everything was quiet too quiet, even for Don Derek. Krasavitsa was now Xavier’s personal assistant. The warehouse near the Moscow River hummed with generators, the distant echo of cargo moving breaking the stillness. Xavier stood on the upper platform, overlooking crates freshly unloaded from Brazil: ammunition, products, and packaging arranged with precise care. “Inventory matches,” Zayne said, tablet in hand. “No losses.” “Transport routes?” Xavier asked. “The trucks are splitting into three. If one is intercepted, the others move.” Xavier nodded. Control, power, precision—everything seemed stable. His phone vibrated. An unknown number. He answered without greeting. A slow, distorted voice came through. “You move loudly for someone surrounded by glass.” Silence. “Derek?” Xavier asked calmly, uncertain, though his gut told him yes. A faint chuckle. “You took something of mine.” “Be specific.” “The port access in Yeka
22. Under watchful eyes
Eventually, she fell asleep on the sitting room couch. I, on the other hand, was sitting up straight, alert. All was still; it didn’t seem like they were going to attack again tonight. I took her up to her room, taking off her gown and leaving her in her nightwear before leaving and going to my room. It was way past midnight when I dozed off lightly, listening for every sound. In the morning, I left early for work. She was still asleep, and she could just not come—it would be okay. As I typed, I heard a faint knock. It was Zayne, looking more serious than usual. “What is it, Zayne… is everything okay?” “Liam just filed a police report on us.” “Well…?” I motioned for him to go on. What trouble could Liam actually be? But then again, he is cunning.
23. Watching eyes
Nightfall came in the quiet house. Xavier was on the balcony making calls. The media was questioning the marriage, Daniel had frozen assets, and it was a media smear campaign. I didn't trust the silence anymore; everything felt staged. "Deal with it tomorrow afternoon," I ordered. After my call, I went to bed. Krasavitsa was already in bed. Tomorrow was a perfect day to perfect our performance with guests around. Sleeping was the same—it was for a few hours, and his senses were on high alert as always. Morning came too early for him. Krasavitsa was still in bed when he woke up. He checked his phone first for any news because paparazzi were around. Xavier left the room to go to the gym, which he rarely went to in the past. Push-ups, jogging on the treadmill, punches to the punching bag, and lifting weights. After his morning routine, he heade
24.The party
Krasavitsa woke up early to help with breakfast. After all, she was the daughter-in-law. Xavier was not in the room. She went to take a bath; she was happy that today they were leaving. Pretending in front of people was easy when you knew that at home it was different. Here they had to pretend all the time. The bath did little to prepare her for the hours left. After a few minutes she came out of the bathroom, her hair wet, a towel covering her body. Xavier was in the room. She didn’t hear him come in; then again, he walked silently. He was on his phone, papers in his hands. She was startled a little. Their eyes met. She held the towel tightly around her body like it was going to fall. He looked away and continued talking on his phone like she didn’t exist. But just for a moment, something flickered for that brief second as their eyes met. He went out to the balcony to continue his call, sitting on the chaise with his laptop and coff
25.Private confrontation
"Until you understand the rules of being my wife, this house is your world." There was a pause as he looked her deep in the eyes before continuing. "Since you like standing beside my enemies so much, you can't be trusted. Like I said, you won't be allowed to leave the house until you remember whose name you carry." "You can't do that... I need to socialize with my friends too," she retorted, raising one eyebrow in question. Xavier leaned close, his voice almost a whisper. "You're lucky I want you alive, Svetlana." Those words gave her goosebumps immediately. The door shut behind him, and he left the room. Those were the last words he would say to her for weeks. Xavier would come from work, eat dinner, and go to bed. Over time, Svetlana didn’t know what was worse: going out meant with him. She couldn’t go alone, and that was because she had chosen the wrong man to rely on in his warm embrace. She needed
26.Liam’s counter attack
It was the weekend. Everything was busy—the staff were cleaning the house and preparing breakfast. As always, Xavier was at the gym doing his usual workouts. He was so focused, earphones on, as he ran even faster on the treadmill. Krasavitsa entered the room and started her exercises. It was best not to speak when he seemed so occupied. His tattoo kept flexing, like the dragon was alive, glistening with sweat. He looked like a model on a runway. He moved to push-ups, one hand behind his back, the other on the floor in a fist. Some strands of his hair were loose on his face. He looked in Krasavitsa’s direction with straight eyes; she looked away, embarrassed again. Xavier had been paying attention to her since she got there. He knew she was watching, and he didn’t mind his wife gawking at him. When she noticed that Xavier had noticed her, she started concentrating on her workouts. Xavier stood up, grabbed a towel, and left the gym. After a shower, he cam
27.Cracks
Xavier stayed there for a while, standing beside the bed, staring down at her. His expression was unreadable as always, but it was anything but calm. A knock came at the door. Zayne stepped in, his face more serious than before. “I talked to the hotel,” he said. “We’ve got confirmation.” Svetlana stirred. A soft groan escaped her lips as her fingers twitched against the sheets. Her body felt heavy, and her head pounded like she had been hit by a truck. Xavier straightened in his chair, eyes locking onto her with what looked like worry. “She’s waking up,” Zayne muttered quietly. Her lashes fluttered open slowly. For a moment, her gaze was unfocused… lost. Then it landed on Xavier. The room was quiet. Everything changed. She was confused. Then something else. She pushed herself up slightly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through her head. “What… happened?” her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
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28.Blood in silence
The sound of tires crunching against gravel echoed through the estate. Krasavitsa stood by the window, arms folded tightly across her chest. She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling all day. It could either be a good surprise or a bad one. Xavier hadn’t mentioned who the visitor was, citing the marriage as reason for secrecy. “To ask questions, obviously,” she muttered, trying to calm herself as she stepped into the room. Brown cashmere and silk trousers, soft slippers for comfort—Xavier had told her not to come to work today. The house helpers were busy preparing the guest room, putting the final touches in place. They all bowed as she passed by. “Has your lord arrived?” she asked. “Yes, mistress.” “Where is he?” “I don’t know, mistress.” “Okay, go back to work.” “Yes,
29.A target in lace
Morning inside the mansion felt gloomy. Svetlana was in her room, ready to begin her morning routine. She wasn’t one to cower, but the arrival of her father had left her unsettled. She couldn’t ask Xavier anything. Xavier had been up early. His sleep had been stolen by the arrival of Krasavitsa’s father—her so-called father-in-law. He had no patience for a man who thought he was unworthy of his daughter. Yet the news the man brought was useful. They had been reading things all wrong. She was the target; he was merely an obstacle. Marrying her had only made matters worse for him. “From whom should I protect her? So many people… either want me dead or her,” Xavier thought, adjusting his cufflinks. “Are you ready to go?” The door opened suddenly. Zayne had arrived—not that he ever knocked, unless necessary. “Did you find out anything?” Xavier asked.
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30. The fire he can't control
Days passed quietly. There were no attacks—from Don Derek, Daniel, Liam, or the new enemy. It was calm. The calm before the storm, perhaps. Ten men stood, eyes lowered, as Xavier faced them. Black dress shirt and trousers, hair slightly tousled, leather gloves tucked in his pockets. He leaned on a table with tools, then rolled up his sleeves—it was time to work. A gun with a silencer was passed to him. He moved closer, firing execution-style. One… two… three… nine bullets. “Wait.” He paused at the last target, brow raised, listening. “I’ll tell you what I know,” came a voice. Xavier tilted his head. One of his men took the gun away and left the room. Everyone knew their role. He had what he wanted. Later, he sank into a bath, washing away the blood. A thirty-minute soak always did the trick. “My lord, mistress is waiting outside,” Vladimir announced. “Let her in.” Krasavitsa entered, sitting on the sofa,