Maybe, just Maybe

Xavier led Becca, hand-in-hand, to the Lamborghini that had once held her captive. The sleek, black car seemed to gleam in the sunlight, its luxurious interior a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Becca. Fred, Xavier's loyal driver, opened the door, and they slipped inside.

As they drove, Xavier studied Becca's profile, his eyes lingering on the dark circles underlining her eyes. Her frailty and sorrow struck him, and for an instant, his resolve wavered. Had she been crying? He shook his head, dismissing the thought, but curiosity lingered. Was her presence in his room a coincidence? Had she truly been sent to seduce him?

Xavier's investigative instincts stirred, and he made a mental note to uncover the truth. Becca, lost in thought, gazed out the window, resignation washing over her. In one night, she'd become Xavier's pet – a pawn in a game she never chose. Jennie and Wildcat's manipulation had exploited her innocence, and self-blame crept in.

She should have resisted their plan. If only she weren't so naive... Perhaps she could have ended the contract or altered fate. But life had other challenges. Her father's hospitalization, her family's struggles... "Maybes" swirled in her mind. Would things have unfolded differently if circumstances were better?

Becca's thoughts spiraled, lost in regret, as the Lamborghini pulled up to the Chen estate. Warwick, the elderly butler, greeted them warmly. "Welcome home, Master Chen. Old Chen awaits."

As Xavier guided Becca, his possessive grip on her waist didn't escape the staff's notice. Chief Maid Thompson and the servants exchanged knowing glances, their whispers and murmurs filling the air.

Old Chen, seated on a golden sofa, looked up, irritation etched on his face. "Who is she?" he demanded, eyeing Becca disdainfully.

"My woman," Xavier replied, settling Becca on his lap. The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the unlikely couple.

Just then, a poised lady entered, her silver purse gleaming. "Xavier, you've finally arrived," she exclaimed, radiating joy. Her gaze locked onto Xavier, but he seemed oblivious. Or indifferent.

The lady's smile faltered, her eyes flicking to Becca. Yet she decided to approach him with a hug. Xavier glared at the woman, his expression cold. "No shame? You flaunt yourself before me and my woman?"

Old Chen nudged Xavier with his elbow, a subtle warning to behave. Vallerie's gaze raked over Becca, disdain simmering. "Who is this...nobody?" she thought, suppressing her outrage.

Becca's cheeks burned as she buried her face in Xavier's chest. Unfamiliar with such intimacy, she felt vulnerable. Xavier whispered in her ear, his husky tone sending shivers. "What's wrong?"

Becca's voice trembled. "I...I don't know."

Xavier's possessive gaze locked onto hers. "You're mine, my pet. Get used to it." Becca nodded, her blush deepening.

As the tension in the room escalated, Warwick intervened, announcing the arrival of lunch. The group reluctantly shifted their attention to the meal, but the undercurrents of tension and unease lingered.

During lunch, Becca struggled to keep up with the conversations, feeling like an outsider among the affluent and influential Chen family. Xavier, sensing her discomfort, reached under the table and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Vallerie, however, seemed determined to unsettle Becca. She peppered her with questions, probing for weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Becca, though taken aback, refused to back down, drawing on a inner strength she never knew she possessed.

As the meal drew to a close, Old Chen pushed his chair back, signaling the end of lunch. "Xavier, I need to speak with you. Privately."

Xavier nodded, rising from his seat. "Excuse me," he said, his eyes locking onto Becca's. "I'll be right back."

As Xavier followed Old Chen out of the dining room, Becca felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful for the reprieve, no matter how temporary.

But as she glanced around the table, she realized that she was far from alone. Vallerie's gaze still lingered on her, filled with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. Becca steeled herself, preparing for the challenges ahead.

Vallerie, sensing Becca's unease, smiled sweetly. "So, Becca, tell me more about yourself," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity.

Becca hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Vallerie's condescending tone sparked a fire within her. She sat up straight, meeting Vallerie's gaze head-on.

"I'm just a simple girl from a humble background," Becca replied, her voice steady. "I never thought I'd be in a situation like this, but life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

Vallerie's smile faltered, and for a moment, Becca saw a flicker of genuine interest in her eyes. But it was quickly replaced by her usual haughty expression.

"Yes, it certainly does," Vallerie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm sure you're just thrilled to be part of our little family, aren't you?"

Becca felt a surge of anger, but she bit back her retort. She knew that engaging with Vallerie would only lead to more trouble.

Just then, Xavier returned, his expression unreadable. "Vallerie, I think it's time for you to leave," he said, his voice firm but polite.

Vallerie's face fell, but she quickly recovered. "Of course, darling," she cooed, gathering her things. "I'll leave you to your...new toy."

As Vallerie exited the dining room, Becca felt a wave of relief wash over her. But she knew that this was only the beginning of her challenges.

Xavier turned to her, his eyes narrowing. "You handled yourself well," he said, his voice low and approving. "But don't think that this is over. Vallerie will be back, and next time, she won't be so easy to dismiss."

Becca swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for Xavier as well.

As they left the dining room, Becca felt Xavier's hand on her waist, guiding her through the labyrinthine corridors of the Chen estate. She felt a sense of trepidation, unsure of what lay ahead.

But with Xavier by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could navigate this treacherous world and emerge unscathed.

As they walked, the silence between them grew thicker, until Becca could feel it like a palpable thing.

"Xavier?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

"What's going to happen to me?" Becca asked, her voice trembling.

Xavier's expression softened, and for a moment, Becca saw a glimmer of kindness in his eyes.

"You're mine now, Becca," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I'll do everything in my power to protect you."

Becca felt a surge of emotions, unsure of what to make of Xavier's words. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope.

Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him.