Xavier's shadow loomed tall as he strode toward the private elevator, the sharp click of his Italian leather shoes echoing against the marble floor. Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest, a desperate plea at the tip of her tongue.

"Congratulations, Miss Williams." Xavier's voice was a cold caress, absent of warmth or interest as he glanced at her swollen belly with dispassionate eyes.

"Xavier, it's your baby," Olivia blurted out, the words laced with a cocktail of hope and defiance.

A chuckle rumbled from his throat, a rich sound that held no mirth. "Miss Williams, you have to be very sure of what you are talking about, because I do...