I drove my car carelessly, as though I owned the road, speeding recklessly and ignoring every road safety sign I came across.
I drove into the compound, and my tires let out a sharp screech as I parked. I flung the door open and dashed out, but stopped just beside my car when a pair of dark eyes met mine.
Just then, I heard screams filled with unbearable pain.
It was Scarlett.
She was being dragged out of the house by two hefty bodyguards. She screamed endlessly, pleading with Xavier, who didn't spare her a single glance.
My heart twisted as her eyes fell on me. She whispered my name, but barely any sound came out—only dry air.
"Xavier, you have to calm down," I said, moving closer. But when I stared into his eyes, I knew he was far gone.
There was nothing I could say that would change his mind. It was as though a crueler, more heartless version of him had emerged—one even I couldn't calm.
