"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
I couldn't breathe.
Of course, I couldn't fucking breathe after impatiently taking some goddamn exhausting stairs to a fucking penthouse because the elevator was taking too long.
The physical exhaustion I felt was nothing compared to the turmoil churning my insides while I rang the doorbell.
If he could barely stand, chances were he'd be unable to let me in and he wasn't even picking up either. How the fuck was I supposed to get to him then?
Please, be okay. Please, be okay. Please, be fucking alive at least.
I was running out of options and ideas and the helplessness I felt nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Maybe Sebastian should have come up here with me instead of bolting the second he dropped me off. I could have felt a bit of comfort and relief, sharing stress weighing me down heavily by my chest.
I was pretty much surprised when the door was opened at a point when I felt so hopeless I'd thought of calling his mother for assistance, obviously without a logical explanation of what I was doing at his penthouse, to begin with.
I was just that worried and as surprised as he was to see me to see him standing on his fucking feet before me.
I slightly furrowed my brows, clutching my phone in my hand.
Xavier looked a bit disoriented and under the weather, yes, but I wouldn't say he'd been on his deathbed in a state as horrible as Sebastian had narrated.
"Elena?" Clearly, he wasn't expecting me and neither had I anticipated showing up announced at any moment until for whatever reason, Sebastian fabricated a lie and I fell flat on my face for it.
"Sebastian said you could barely get up," I said, fighting to regulate my breath.
Xavier leaned against the door frame, looking at me with a smile full of amusement. "Well, that was before he showed up, nursed me back to health and only left after I felt more like myself. He obviously insisted, otherwise, I wouldn't have voluntarily been the sole subject of his attention and care."
The fact that there'd been some interaction between them that involved care and from the sound of it, affection, was a reason good enough to feel delighted and curious about every single detail about how it'd happened, but right now, my mind was elsewhere.
He'd blatantly lied to my face and drove me here silently while I clearly panicked. Why would he even do that?
Fuck.
Maybe if I went home right now, I'd catch him and figure out what this was about, but then again being him, he could have driven somewhere I had absolutely no fucking clue about.
