The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“It’s nothing!” Leia snapped, quickly turning away and hiding her face with her hair, reluctant to let others see her vulnerability.

“Nothing? Your face is already swollen!” Xavier exclaimed as he gently lifted her chin and brushed her hair off, studying her face with a pained look.

Who could have imagined that in just a matter of days, the woman who strutted like she owned the place would end up looking so pitiful?

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, his brow tightly furrowed as if his favorite toy was broken, and he looked bent on cutting the culprit into pieces.

“No one. I fell,” Leia said, moving away from his touch and turning her back on him.

She was just like Renee—she held herself with great pride and would act nonchalant even if she was bruised and battered.

Xavier was not easily fooled, however, and took her hand as he growled. “We’re going back.”

“Back? Back where?”

“The detention center.”

not going back! That place is hell. It’s

violently, her obstinate carapace peeling off

that long, but she was tormented by her cellmates everyday—having her hair pulled, being

back, but that would only get her a worse beating—just like today, where she was given the worst

way she would return

go back!” Xavier grabbed Leia’s shoulders and said somberly, “Pull yourself together! Just tell me who hit you, and I will return the favor—what are you worried about? I have your

“What…”

welling with tears as she stared at

You’re the heiress of the Osborne family. Who do they think

occasionally for her mischief, but he would never allow anyone else to even touch a strand of

gained confidence from that serious look in Xavier’s eyes and clenched her knuckles. “You’re right. I shouldn’t

returned to the detention center, with Xavier pulling some strings with a warden, who

go in. By the way, the cameras are out—I would need around half an hour to fix it,” the warden told Xavier