Chapter 15 – Never Your Mistrook
Chapter 16 – The Investigation
Xavier’s Pov
The knock came again.
I exhaled through my nose, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink.
My muscles were tense, my body aching with frustration.
The remnants of Rachel’s scent still clung to my skin, haunting me.
Damn it!
I ran a hand through my damp hair and walked toward the door, adjusting my pants as I
went.
My body was still reacting to her–her soft gasps, the way she melted against me, the taste of her lips.
I cursed under my breath. I needed to get my head straight.
I yanked the door open, my glare landing on my butler.
“What?” I growled, my patience wearing thin.
He cleared his throat, shifting slightly at my obvious bad mood.
“Michael has left, sir. I figured you’d want an update on the investigation. Also, the private investigator you hired is waiting in your study.”
I let out a sharp breath and nodded. “Fine.”
As I followed him down the hallway, my mind was a mess.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel–how her skin had felt against mine, how her lips had parted just before I kissed her. The way her eyes had darkened with desire.
I clenched my fists.
Then the memory of Michael grabbing her surfaced, and my lust burned into fury.
That bastard had dared to touch what is mine, he hurt her.
The anger in my chest was enough to kill the heat simmering in my veins.
By the time I reached my study, I was ready for blood.
My Pl was waiting for me, a thick folder in his hands. He stood when I entered, nodding in acknowledgment.
“What do you have for me?” I asked, not bothering to sit.
He wasted no time.
“There were several large transactions made to a Swiss offshore account just days before your mother’s accident,” he said, placing the file on my desk. “It took some time, but I managed to trace the account.”
I flipped open the file, scanning the documents. My eyes landed on a name.
“This is the account owner?” I asked.
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I asked,
“Yes. A young man. Barely in his twenties.”
I frowned. “How the hell does a kid have access to that kind of money?”
“My guess? It wasn’t his money to begin with,” my PI said. “It’s likely the account was set up under his name as a cover. But we’ll know for sure once we talk to him.”
I leaned against the desk, thinking,
Three years ago. My mother’s accident.
I shut the file with a snap. “Where is he now?”
“My men have him,” my PI confirmed, “I figured you’d want to handle this personally.”
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Good,”
The PI nodded once before leaving. As soon as he was gone, my butler stepped forward. “What about Michael?” he asked, his voice steady, but I knew him well enough to hear the tension beneath it.
I exhaled slowly, flexing my fingers. “I want to break every single finger he laid on My woman.”
My butler stiffened. “Rachel? Your woman?”
His tone was careful, but I caught the question beneath it.
I ran a hand over my face, sighing. “She’s making me lose my damn mind.”
He was silent for a moment. “You need to stay focused, sir. You can’t afford distractions.”
“I know that,” I muttered, pushing off the desk. “That’s why we need to move faster. I need to be done pretending.”
Before he could respond, my phone buzzed.
I glanced at the screen–my Pl.
“We have the boy,” he said. “You should come now.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I’m on my way.”
I turned to my butler. “Come with me.”
We took the hidden passageway, avoiding the main halls. The air grew colder as we descended into the underground level of the estate.
I had a secure area here–soundproof, no cameras. The kind of place where secrets stayed buried.
When we entered, I saw him.
The boy was sitting in a chair, wrists bound, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. He was younger than I expected. Barely in his twenties, with wide, frightened eyes. He swallowed hard when he saw me.
I stepped forward, my expression unreadable.
“What happened three years ago?” I asked coldly. “And why is there a fortune sitting in
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younger than I expected. Barely in his twenties, with wide, frightened eyes. He swallowed hard when he saw me.
I stepped forward, my expression unreadable.
“What happened three years ago?” I asked coldly. “And why is there a fortune sitting in your account?”
He hesitated, his fingers twitching against the rope. “I–I don’t know,” he stammered.
I tilted my head. “Wrong answer.”
He swallowed. “I swear! The account was given to me by my father. He said it was my trust fund.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Your father?”
He nodded quickly. “Yes. He…he told me about the account before he went to prison. He said the money was for me. I never questioned it.”
I exchanged a look with my butler.
“What’s your father in prison for?” I asked.
The boy’s shoulders tensed. “A car crash.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Something cold slithered down my spine.
A car crash. Three years ago.
My mother’s accident.
I took a slow step forward, watching the boy carefully. “Tell me everything.”
His hands trembled. “I don’t know much. Just that my father said the account was to take
care of me.”
I inhaled sharply.
I turned to my butler. “Make arrangements. We’re paying his father a visit.”
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