Unhappily Married by; Rachel N.

Part 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Xavier knew Nikita was right. He had been keeping the most important thing from her, and it was time to come clean. After all, her life was being threatened too, and she deserved to know the truth. He could see the curiosity and concern in her eyes, and he knew she was wondering why he was hesitant to share what was going on.

Nikita's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes searching for answers. She could sense that he was holding something back, and her mind was racing with possibilities. Xavier debated whether to tell her about the documents or not. He had been keeping them a secret, even from her, because he wasn't sure if she was involved with his stepmother's schemes. He didn't want his plans to be compromised, and he couldn't risk Nikita being a pawn in his stepmother's game.

But after what happened the previous night, he felt a shift in his perspective. Nikita had been genuine and vulnerable with him, and he felt a sense of loyalty and trust towards her.

"Tell me," she insisted, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.

"Someone keeps calling me, threatening me to hand over the documents that prove I'm the rightful heir to Artem Enterprise or else both our lives would be at risk. The man who was killed in my office was going for them. I found blood stains on the documents," he explained, his eyes clouding over with concern.

Nikita's eyes widened as she processed the information. "Do you suspect Maxwell?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Xavier nodded, his expression grim. "The detectives confirmed that he was acting really suspicious when they questioned him yesterday."

Nikita sighed softly and turned away, her shoulders sagging in frustration. Maxwell was always the first person Xavier suspected whenever something went wrong, and he often proved to have the wrong impression of him. She was sure it was going to be the same this time around.

"What can I do to help?" she asked, her voice resigned.

Xavier's expression softened, and he looked at her with a hint of gratitude. "You must be really worried about me, huh?" he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Nikita rolled her eyes. "No, I just want to get this done and over with so I can get the divorce," she said, her voice firm.

Xavier raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Divorce? After last night, you're still talking about the divorce?" he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.

Nikita's face flushed, and she looked away, her eyes avoiding his. "Nothing happened last night," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Xavier snorted, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "Yeah, keep denying it," he said, looking away, his jaw clenched in frustration. He was getting tired of her trying to push away the fact that something had happened between them.

Nikita's eyes flashed back to his, her expression firm. "So, what do you plan to do now?" she asked again, her voice laced with a hint of determination.

"I want to set a trap," he said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Nikita raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "A what?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Xavier cleared his throat, his face serious. "A trap. But not the kind for rats, because I know that's what you think I mean," he said, his eyes rolling in exasperation.

Nikita's expression turned curious. "What kind of trap?" she asked, her voice laced with interest.

Xavier's eyes narrowed. "The kind where the culprit in the house falls into it unknowingly," he said, his voice low and mysterious.