Favo Novel
A New Beginning
Xavier’s consciousness clawed its way back from the depths of sleep, his body’s arousal a jarring contrast to the stillness of dawn. It was a primal urge, this morning’s hardness, yet it felt foreign alongside the warm curve of Cathleen’s slumbering form. He lay there for a moment, the silence of their bedroom hanging heavy like a verdict.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.
He slipped from the sheets, a shadow moving with silent urgency. The cool air of the room kissed his skin, whispering secrets only solitude could keep. In the bathroom, the sharp scent of antiseptic snapped him further into reality as he relieved himself, the sound of a steady drumbeat against porcelain-a reminder of life’s mundanities even amidst inner turmoil.
He faced his reflection, the lines of his face carved with years and cold dominance. With bristles rasping against his jaw during the ritualistic dance of toothbrush over teeth, he avoided his own gaze. He couldn’t afford the introspection that came with looking too deep.
The shower’s hiss filled the void, steam rising like specters around him. Droplets hammered his flesh, a penance for sins unnamed, washing away the night’s remnants. Xavier emerged cleansed but not absolved, the weight of his thoughts undiluted by water or time.
As his feet descended the stairs, each step reverberated through the stillness of the house. The gentle swish of fabric and the soft clink of dishes filled the air as the helpers moved with practiced efficiency, one wielding a duster like a sword to vanquish disorder, the other orchestrating breakfast with the precision of a maestro. They were the silent yet crucial cogs in the intricate machine of his home, their presence both indispensable and unacknowledged.
The aroma of cooking food wafted through the air, a domestic peace that belied the turmoil often hidden behind closed doors. Xavier stood for a moment at the foot of the staircase, a solitary figure framed by the mundane theater of morning routine.
Xavier’s fingers, skilled and precise like the chess moves he was known for countering within the boardroom, deftly worked the laces of his running shoes into a secure knot. He glanced up, his eyes as cold as the steel of the balustrade he leaned against, betraying none of his thoughts. With a final tug, he straightened, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the early morning light that filtered through the glass walls of their opulent yet isolating home. Without a backward glance, he stepped through the door, the silence swallowing the echo of his departure.
Inside, the stillness weighed heavily on Cathleen’s chest as her mind raced from slumber to stark alertness. Her eyes, sharp and discerning-tools that had served her well in her relentless pursuit of justice-darted to the empty space beside her. Xavier’s absence was a void that filled the room with an unspoken trepidation. They were alone, or so she had thought, in this transparent fortress-a sanctuary that now felt more like a trap.
Anxiety clawed at her throat, thick and suffocating. He was her ally in this secluded world of theirs, the one person who could navigate the treacherous waters they found themselves in. The realization that she was without her usual backup unnerved her; vulnerability was a costume ill-fitted to a woman of her fortitude.
Cathleen’s breath hitched as the bedroom door burst open, the abrupt intrusion shattering the fragile peace. A woman stood there, her smile incongruent with the tension that zipped through the air like static. She was an enigma wrapped in casual confidence, her presence in their sanctuary as jarring as a crack in the glass.
“Good morning,” the woman greeted, her voice smooth and unsettling. “You must be Cathleen. I’m here to take care of you.”
The words hung between them, heavy with implications that Cathleen was quick to catch but reluctant to acknowledge. Who was this stranger, and what game was Xavier playing now? Every fiber of Cathleen’s being bristled, her instincts honed by courtroom battles rising to the fore. She would not be intimidated in her own domain; she would not let her guard down.
“Take care of me.” Cathleen retorted, her tone laced with the same sharpness that had sliced through many a legal argument. “And who, pray tell, sent you?” Her gaze was unwavering, demanding answers, and her resolve was as unbreakable as the cases she’d won.
The woman’s smile remained, unfazed by the challenge, and it was clear that this was but the opening gambit in a match where the stakes were as hidden as they were high. “Xavier thought you might need some assistance,” the woman replied, her voice carrying an undercurrent of something Cathleen couldn’t quite place – patronizing sympathy, perhaps. “He can be quite thoughtful when he wants to be.”
Cathleen’s eyes narrowed; Xavier’s ‘thoughtful’ was often a prelude to something more complex and invariably self-serving. She set up on the bed with the grace of a feline, every motion calculated, her mind racing through possibilities and motives.
“Thoughtful or not,” Cathleen said, standing her ground, “I wasn’t informed of any… assistance. And in my house, I am the one who decides what I need.” Her words were ice, her stance unyielding, the air around her charged with an imminent storm.
The woman simply nodded, her smile never faltering, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. I’ll be around if you change your mind.” The offer was left hanging like a blade poised to fall, the implication clear: this was no simple matter of domestic aid, but rather a move in a game that Cathleen had yet to fully grasp.
As the woman closed the door behind her, Cathleen’s mind raced, thoughts sharp as shards of glass. Betrayal? Control? What was Xavier’s angle? He was a man who played chess with human pieces, and she had to be prepared for his next move. This was no longer just a silent battleground – it was a warzone where allies could be foes, and every step could lead to a trap.
But Cathleen was no stranger to combat, legal or otherwise, and she would not be outmaneuvered in her own home. With determination set in her jaw, she vowed to uncover the truth behind the woman’s sudden appearance and Xavier’s intentions. After all, she was a master at unraveling the most tangled of threads – and she would not be undone by the machinations of a man who thrived in shadows.