The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

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 that made his eyes light up.

“Get Father to come get his daughter-in-law,” Xavier told him, his smile lingering like thoughts that weren’t said. His voice was soft, like silk, like a dangerous calm before the storm that was sure to come.

“Oh, and Caleb,” Xavier said as if it were an aside, “please pack some of my clothes at home.” I’m moving into our family home. The words were heavy in the air, holding the weight of what wasn’t said.

It looked like the words themselves had pushed Caleb because his feet kept tripping over nothing. He quickly calmed down, but his heart was pounding in his chest. He said, “Will do, Mr. Knight,” trying not to show how shocked he was.

Master Xavier was no longer the cruel man who avoided attention and ruled with an iron hand. He was changing his ways. Why, though? To get power? To love? Or maybe for something much worse?

While Caleb calmed down, Xavier kept walking away, his back a fortress of secrets and hidden goals. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the hospital hallway as he left. Each step was a reminder of the tension and conflict that were to come.

Caleb nodded, but he had a lot of questions. Xavier moving in with the family was a surprise since he usually doesn’t like traditional family ties. Caleb didn’t fully understand why his master was moving in with the family. He was definitely up to no good.

At the same time, old Mr. Knight’s leather shoes were clicking quickly against the clean hospital floor, making a sound that matched his heartbeat. He found Cathleen in a room with beeping machines on either side of her. Her shape was strong even though she was weak because she was propped up on pillows. She nodded at him. Every line on her face was strong like it had been shaped by the fights she fought and won in courtrooms where she used words like weapons.

“Ready to leave this place?” Old Mr. Knight asked, his voice steady even though his tired eyes were filled with worry.

She responded, “More than ready,” in a sharp but tired voice.

As they walked toward the exit, Dr. West stopped them. The weight of his approach made his white coat sway. Even though he couldn’t see, his eyes seemed to go right through to the core.

“I might be blind, but not too blind to recognize my own,” Dr. West declared, his voice low and direct.

Old Mr. Knight stiffened, and his wise eyes showed that he understood without saying it. He let the silence fall on them, letting the doctor release the storm that was building up behind his tough exterior.

“That young lady is my sister’s daughter,” Dr. West continued, accusation lacing his words. “I’m just wondering why I wasn’t aware that my sister had a daughter. And most importantly, where the fuck is William? She was all alone in this hospital when her father was alive. And two idiots came here, and I couldn’t understand which one was the husband. I have a lot to say.”

The air between them got thicker, and each breath was heavy with the weight of secrets that were not told and family hurts that had not been healed. It was a busy day for Old Mr. Knight. There was more at stake than just hospital visits and family ties.

“Doctor West, this is not the right place for this.” Old Mr. Knight interjected, his voice carrying the calm before a storm. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the crisp edges of a business card. Offering it, he added, “Call me, and let’s arrange a meeting.”

When Dr. West closed his hand around the card, it was the start of a long-awaited confrontation. Their shared look said a lot-it was a silent understanding that they were about to fight battles that would test all of their strength and smarts.

As Cathleen watched the short conversation, her mind was already busy putting together the chessboard where family secrets were moving like shadowy pieces.

Cathleen’s heels clicked on the polished marble as she stepped over the threshold, the sound reverberating off the grand walls of the Knight Family house. The air was thick with an aroma that did not belong. Xavier stood there, a stark anomaly in his pristine kitchen garb, an apron clinging to his frame like a traitor’s cloak.

“Welcome Father, and welcome home my beautiful wife.” His voice was rich and smooth, with a honeyed tone that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Cathleen’s mouth curled into a sneer of derision, and her eyes saw right through the act.

“Playing house, Xavier?” Her words were like a knife, cutting through the layers of lies. She looked around the room for risks she couldn’t see, like a pot that was simmering too quietly or a knife that was shining a little too brightly.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Xavier’s smile was always there, but there was cold in the way it curved. “Can’t a husband cook for his family?”

“When did he start cooking?” The thought kept coming back to her mind in a whisper. Cathleen put her arms together to protect herself from the unease that was grabbing at her chest. “I’m not going to eat anything this guy makes.” She looked at him like a huntress looking at her prey. “What if he wants to kill me so he can get married to Olivia?” Betrayal turned into a wound that wouldn’t heal.

“Your sudden interest in cooking is… interesting,” Cathleen said, implying that she thought they were up to no good.

“Change is refreshing, don’t you think, Cat?” Xavier countered, every word deliberate, a chess piece moved into place.

However, Cathleen was used to the game; her wins in court were proof of that. She wasn’t going to eat any poison, real or imagined. Not from a man whose love was as unstable as the money he made, and not from a life full of secrets that were kept between people who didn’t want to be seen. Her determination became stronger as the heat of her own ambition and the cold truth of Xavier’s cheating made her stronger.

“Indeed,” she said, and her voice was sharp. “One must be careful with change-it can be… deadly.”

The standoff was like a wire that had been pulled so tight that it was about to break. Xavier’s front was stiff but fragile, like a porcelain mask. Always on guard, Cathleen waited for the cracks to show.