Novels by Feyi xtar

IAN'S POVI brought out a cigarette from its pack and lit it up, dragging the smoke deep into my lungs. The boy across from me hadn't moved. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, eyes downcast, breathing shallow. Waiting patiently for my order.I exhaled a slow stream of smoke and looked up at him.“Come here.”He dropped to his knees and crawled towards me. His palms pressed against the cold marble, head bowed to the floor, his whole body trembling.He stopped at my feet and placed his hands on his thighs.I reached down, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. His eyes met mine: wide, frightened, hungry. I blew the smoke directly into his face, but he didn't flinch, just breathed it in like it was the only air he needed.My favourite type of toys? I love them submissive, needy, eager to please, hopelessly devoted, and just a little bit obsessed.And this one was getting my attention.I wrapped my hand around his neck and crashed my lips onto his.He open

XAVIER'S POVIan leaned forward and spat out his vodka. “She wants to come to Italy? Why?”“To see her lovely husband, of course.”“Xavier.” He glared at me. “That's what she wants, Ian.” I swirled the whiskey in my glass. “She thinks Italy is romantic and Milan is a fun place to be.” I smirked. “What a coincidence, right?”“Talk her out of it.” His voice was firm. “There are many other countries that are perfect for honeymoon. I'm not ready to…”“I can't.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “I can't say no to her.”“Xavier, you're not getting it.”“No, Ian.” I set my glass down. “You're not getting it. We just settled an argument that lasted six hours. Six hours. All because I tried to talk her out of working at Weston Holdings.” I looked at him through the screen. “I'm sorry, but I can't talk her out of this one.”He opened his mouth to argue.“Listen,” I cut him off. “It's been over a month since we got married. Three years since you last saw her.” I held his gaze. “Don't you mi

ARIA'S POVAfter several attempts to get me into bed with him, each one more creative than the last, I finally escaped Xavier to take a shower and have some alone time while he worked in his office.The bathroom was warm and quiet, steam already curling up from the hot water. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting it wash away the tension from the day.I poured shampoo into my palm and worked it through my hair, massaging my scalp slowly. The smell instantly filled the air. I took my time, rinsing and repeating the whole process till I felt it was clean enough.Then I grabbed the scented soap and washed down my body.By the time I stepped out, I felt like a new person, clean and totally refreshed.With a soft towel in my hands, I dried my hair until it fell in damp waves around my shoulders. Then I pulled on a pink nightdress and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.The maids were still cleaning up from dinner, moving softly in the background. I leaned against the

ARIA'S POV“Uh oh.” Zara slid her glass away and reached for her purse. “That’s my cue to leave.”“Zara, don't you dare…”She was already standing from her seat. “You're on your own, bestie.”“ZARA!”But she was gone before Xavier even got to me.Traitor.I turned back to face Xavier, lifting my chin even as my heart pounded violently. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. His eyes dropped to the empty shot glass on the table, then back to my face.“Alcohol.” He picked up the bottle and examined the label. “Really, Aria?”“I told you, Xavier.” I drank another shot. “I don't care what you think.”“Clearly.” He set the bottle aside and pulled out Zara’s abandoned chair, sitting across from me. His knees brushed against mine beneath the small table. “I understand that you're upset, but let's go home and talk about this.”I crossed my arms. “No.”He glanced around the lounge, at the people watching, the phones pointed in our direction, the whispers

ARIA’S POVVictor blinked. “A honeymoon?”I kept my expression smooth, even as my heart hammered against my ribs.“Why not?” I gestured vaguely, forcing confidence into my voice. “Newlyweds go on honeymoons. It's romantic. It's public. It gives the press something to talk about besides... everything else.”Xavier stared at me like I had grown a second head. Victor stared like he was trying to decide if I was brilliant or insane.I just sat there, smiling like I hadn't just thrown a grenade into the middle of the room.“Say something, Xavier. Please say something before I lose my nerve.” I thought to myself.Xavier opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.Nothing came out.Victor was watching him now, waiting for a reaction. The silence stretched so long I almost regretted speaking.“We'll talk about it,” Xavier said finally.Victor stood abruptly, straightening his jacket with a sharp tug.“No.” His voice left no room for argument. “You'll plan it, announce it, and you'll go.”He

XAVIER'S POVThe moment I got that text from Reed, the one telling me my father was on his way to my house at Weston estate, I knew there was a problem.Victor never showed up at my house unless it was extremely important. The only times he crossed my threshold were for Christmas dinners he couldn't avoid, and the occasional emergency meeting he insisted on having away from prying eyes.This was neither of them.The plan had always been simple: make them all think I lived with Aria in the same estate as the rest of the family. The mansion was large, impressive, and believable enough.But no one knew about the penthouse. Not Dean, not Allison, not even my father. Only Ian, Reed, Aria, Rafael, and my staff. And I planned to keep it that way.The moment we arrived, Aria stepped inside first, but I took my time walking up the driveway. My eyes scanned the building, the surrounding grounds, and the guest parking lot. None of Victor's cars were in sight.Relief flooded through me so hard i

MICHEAL'S POV “That's enough torturing baby, I'll like to fuck my wife now.”Ashley giggled, “Waiting for one more minute won't hurt you, Michael.”I groaned. “But I want my baby…”Holy shit.Ashley walked out the bathroom looking like sin itself in those lingerie I love. She walked slowly to me and whispered, “Do you like what you see, Mr Kingston?”I grabbed her throat and whispered against her mouth, “I love it so fucking much.”Then I carried her and laid her on the bed. “Open your legs for me baby.” She opened wide and all I saw was the prettiest pussy, glistening under the dim light with her wetness dripping down her thighs.“Jesus fucking Christ. What a sight!”I took a slow drag with my tongue and she gasped. I kept my tongue on her clit, sucking on that same spot I know she liked.“Baby, yes..fuck right there, don't stop.”She pulled my face closer between her thighs and right now, I don't mind suffocating. I kept on sucking till she was a moaning mess, till I felt she was

ASHLEY'S POV Finally, it's my day. I'm getting married to the love of my life.The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst through the lace of my gown. I stood there in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The veil framed my face perfectly, the gown hugged my body in all the right places. It all still looked like a dream to me.Before I could fully take in the moment, Sophie’s loud voice cut through my thoughts.“Hell no,” she yelled, grabbing a tissue from the table. “You're not going to ruin that makeup for the third time, Ash. Hold those tears in, or I swear I'll give you a reason to.”Jade, who was standing beside her, folded her arms dramatically. “Seriously, if you made that poor makeup artist redo your face again, she’ll probably quit and leave the country.”I laughed through the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “Okay, okay, I promise. I'm not gonna cry.”“Good,” Jade said, pre

MICHEAL'S POV I rubbed my temples, “Baby, please. Get dressed, and let's go. We'll be late for our appointment.”It's been a month since my baby came back home. And I still can't get enough of her. I don't even try to hide it anymore. I hardly go to work these days—instead I work from home. My assistant comes over when necessary, but most of my hours are spent right here…with her. I also made Ashley cut down on her work hours too. She protested, of course, but I wasn't about to let her stress herself, not while carrying our baby.We've been spending more time together lately—movie nights, cooking disasters that turn into laughter, late-night talks where she falls asleep halfway through her sentence. It feels…peaceful. Like everything I’ve been missing finally found its way home to me.And today, today's the day we've both been waiting for. The day we'll finally find out our baby's gender. I've been teasing her for weeks. She's convinced it's a girl. I, on the other hand, feel it in m

MICHEAL'S POV I haven't driven that fast in my entire life. My driver had insisted on taking the wheel, but I couldn’t let anyone else handle it. Not today. Not when my gut told me something was wrong. When I finally pulled up in front of Kate's apartment building, I barely remembered turning off the engine before rushing out. I got to the entrance and was about to ring the doorbell, but the sight in front of me made me freeze.The door was already creaked open.I heard voices, yelling, then…Ashley’s voice.A sharp, helpless kind of panic gripped me as I shoved the door open. “What the fuck is going on here?”And then I saw it.Ashley—my Ashley—was straddling Kate, her messy, her hand raised in mid-air, her breathing ragged. Kate was screaming beneath her, her face already red and streaked with blood. Liam was behind Ashley, gripping her wrist to drag her off.For a moment, I couldn't breathe.What have I done to deserve this from these kids?Both of them froze when they heard me.

ASHLEY'S POV I didn't sleep much last night. I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind wouldn't stop replaying the look on Micheal’s face when he walked out. That silence. That heavy, bitter silence that says you've disappointed me more than I can say. I cried until my throat hurt. And when the tears ran out, I just laid there in the dark, staring at the spot on the bed where he usually slept.It's cold. Empty. It's crazy how fast warmth can vanish when love turns into silence.And now I finally understand what he must've felt every time I pushed him away, every time I shut him out, thinking I was doing the right thing. Maybe this is my punishment—to finally know what it's like to be on the receiving end.But still, none of this would've happened if it weren't for her. Kate.That woman had been nothing but trouble since she reappeared. She keeps pretending to be remorseful, pretending she wanted to fix things. I should've known better. I should've trusted my guts.When I glanced at the

MICHEAL'S POV The moment I walked into the penthouse, Liam was already halfway across the living room, pacing like he'd been waiting for hours.The moment he saw me, the questions followed.“Brother, was she there? Did you get to see her?” he asked immediately, his eyes full of hope and worry.I shook my head, dropped my keys on the counter, and headed straight for the bar.“She's at Jayden's place, but he wouldn't let me see her,” I said, reaching for a glass. “Ashley made sure of that.”The sound of the liquor pouring filled the silence. I downed the shot in one go, letting the burn sit in my chest for a second. I needed it. Anything to keep me sane.Liam sighed, his hands shoved in his pockets.“The only thing you did wrong was not telling her before going to see Kate. This whole thing’s a misunderstanding. She’ll see that eventually.”I poured another shot but didn’t drink it. “Do you think she'll forgive me?”“I do,” he said quietly. “She loves you, Michael. Just…give her time.