MY PROPERTY

“Xavier,” I groaned, leaning my body against his. My head cleared enough to feel the familiar press of his body. “Mr Kingsley, what do you have to say about your fiancée's recent tape that has gone viral? It is clear the man in the video is not you,” a reporter asked, trying to shove his way through the other bodies of reporters who had swamped around us. Xavier shielded me with his body—blocking them from my view as he tried to lead me out of the hall. “Move away,” he sneered at one of them, who immediately jumped at the sound of his harsh voice, while I clung to his body in fear. “Throw them out, each and every one of you get out. The party is over,” Ethan’s voice roared in the background. I watched as people hurried towards the venue door leaving, while the press were dragged out by men dressed in black. “You want to play savior now, after you left her to be eaten by a crowd of vipers,” Xavier hissed through clenched teeth, as he stared at Ethan in anger. “And who do you think you a