Galaxia's POV 

I left the Crowne's house and started heading home. I turned on the radio and started listening to the song playing. Never Be Enough by Loren Allred was being played. The singer, Loren Allred kept repeating the chorus, Never Enough and I couldn't help but feel as if she was talking to me. All I had never seemed to be enough for me.

I got lost in my thoughts. Thoughts that I had been constantly pushing away started coming back. Saddening thoughts, thoughts that had been haunting my dreams ever since that tragic day.

I couldn't help but feel contemptible. I felt like I was just breathing but not living. I felt incomplete and I didn't know why. Other than being constantly haunted by my past, I felt like something else was missing, something very important and that surprised me. I mean I have everything anyone could ever ask for.

I have wealth, fame, beauty, authority, dominance, you name it. Hell, anything I wanted was just within my reach, all I had to do was demand for it. I could get anything I wanted in a single blink of an eye.

But I lacked something that some people who weren't even as rich as I am, had. I lacked something possessed by even the poorest of beings, people that didn't have half or a quarter of what I have. Yet they seem to be even richer and more blessed than I am.

Something no amount of money, not even the world can buy it. And that was PEACE. I had tried to convince myself time and again that I had everything I needed, but I knew better than anyone that it was not true. It was a blatant lie and no one knew it better than I, myself.

I'd give anything to be able to sleep comfortably at night, anything at all. I'd give my fortune, my entire wealth just to sleep through an entire night. I couldn't sleep a blink and that pissed me off. I was jealous, I felt betrayed that others could sleep comfortably, someone would even snore or drool while I couldn't even blink an eye in peace without seeing the painful images of my past. 

That betrayal caused me to hate everything around me. That betrayal had caused me to be filled with distrust and scorn against others, other than my friends and family. 

I heaved a sigh and whispered shakily,

"God, I know very well that I've not been good, but please help me. Help me to meet something or someone that will bring peace to my heart, body, mind and soul. Someone that will bring peace to my whole being, please."

Just something, anything that could make me peaceful. I seek it, I crave it, I'm in dire need of it, I'm desperate. 

I prayed forlornly. Immediately I said this, something suddenly hit my car from behind. My car jerked forward sharply due to the sudden impact. I hurriedly stomped the brakes and my car came to a halt causing me to hit my head against the steering wheel.

"Ugh, damn," I muttered painfully while rubbing my head. Already feeling a headache coming on, I massaged my forehead where I had been hit until someone knocked on the window of my driver seat.

I turned my head to look at the culprit. That fool! What was he/she looking at?! How dare them?! I hurriedly searched my bag and grabbed my pepper spray before opening the door.

Seething with rage, I stepped out and came face to face with a man with a height of probably 6ft 5inches, white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was rather tall with broad shoulders and a broad chest making me feel rather short with my 5ft 9inches height compared to his. Overall, he looked like a man that never missed his work out sessions.

He was putting on a black Armani suit with black dress pants and a white T-shirt peeked through the jacket and a black shoes as well. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone and that revealed a portion of his skin. 

Looking up at his face, his light blue eyes held distress and fatigue and his white hair was like a dishevelled mop on his head. And no before, you ask, he's not an old man. He looked to be in his late twenties even. It surprised me to see how vibrant the white colour was on his head. He probably dyed it. 

Noticing how he continued to stare at me and how rude and irritating that was, I straightened my stance, hardened my expression and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"So you are the one that hit my car?" I said coldly, snapping him out of his trance.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. It was a terrible mistake on my part, I'm very sorry," He apologises in a deep voice.

"Well, is 'Sorry' supposed to fix my car?" I asked as I walked to the back to inspect the damage. I saw a dent, a few scratches, and a busted backlight. He ruined my car!

With clenched fists, I stomped back towards him in anger. I was pissed off, ticked off, what the hell was he thinking?!

"Are you blind, stupid or both? How could you not see a car in front of you? A WHOLE CAR! Did it look like an insect to you? Or a microbe, that you couldn't see it?!"

"I'm really—" He started but I was having none of it. I wasn't ready to listen to the rubbish, arrant nonsense he had to utter.

"Hold it right there. Your pathetic 'sorry' isn't gonna fix the damages you made to my car, now is it?".

"It's not, I know. But if you give me a chance, I will fix your car. I promise."

"Well, how?" I crossed my arms again.

"How about I take it to my mechanic for repair".

"Wow, you really must be blind and clueless. First, I don't trust you. For all I know you could be a thief. Secondly, if you take my car, not that I'll ever allow you anyway, how will I get home? Thirdly, what kind of mechanic will be out at this time of the night. It's freaking past 10p.m for God's sake!". I shouted in frustration.

"Hey, calm down." He said and took a step forward. Instantly, I flicked open my pepper spray and moved back, away from him.

"Don't you come any closer or I swear you'll regret it," I threatened, my voice laced with venom.

He raised his hands in surrender and stepped back before saying,

"I'm sorry but what do you suppose we do? If you want me to fix your car but you don't want me to take it to my mechanic. I can drop you off at your home and your car will be delivered to your address first thing tomorrow". 

He said with a straight face, with no emotions showing. I growled and fisted my hands in anger. If he thinks he can just tell me what to do, then he's got something else coming.

"If you think I'll tell you my address or enter your filthy goddamn car, then you're psychotic. Pray we never cross paths again in this lifetime or what I'm gonna do to you..." I said emotionlessly before throwing one last glare at him.

I opened my car, got in and drove away. I pulles out my phone and called Crawford.

"Yes, who's this?" She answered, her voice husky as she released a yawn. She must have been sleeping.

"Crawford," I called her name in annoyance.

"Y- yes m-m-miss Galaxia, I-I didn't know it w-w-was—”

"Cut the crap. Call the agency's engineer, the best one there and tell him to be at my doorstep first thing tomorrow morning with his tools".

I said and hung up. I was too angry to speak or talk to anyone at the moment, else they'd be the ones to suffer the consequences. I turned on the radio and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down with some music.

If he loves himself, he should never cross my paths again.

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Xavier's POV 

“Oh shit," I mumbled as I saw that I had hit a car. I hurriedly unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out of my car. My car hadn't sustained much damage, just a few scratches and a small dent but the other car, which was a white Cadillac XT5, was badly damaged. It sustained scratches, a huge dent and a broken backlight. The driver's gonna be overly pissed off.

I panicked when I saw that the driver didn't come out. I jogged to the driver's side and knocked lightly on the window to try and see if he was alright. The glass was tinted with a dark shade of colour with what seems like blue, so I couldn't see who was inside.

“Sir? Sir? Are you alright?” I continued to knock lightly on the door.

I was about to open it when suddenly, the door opened and a lady came out of the car instead. She was quite tall with her hair tied into this style, whatever they call it. She was putting on a dinner dress. She stood elegantly and regally as though she had no care in the world, like everything she wanted was presented to her on a golden platter. From her stance, you could clearly guess she was proud.

Immediately she saw me, she stood straight, hardened her face and crossed her arms over her chest. She had a very strong and cold aura and her dull blue eyes showed neither colour nor emotions. She possessed an arrogant demeanour.

"So you're the one that hit my car?". She spoke bluntly, her voice as cold as ice just like her face, revealing no emotion.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. It was a terrible mistake on my part, I'm very sorry". I tried to apologise but she wasn't even going to hear me out.

"Well, is 'Sorry' supposed to fix my car?". She asked angrily. She walked to the back of the car probably to check the damage I had caused. I shut my eye momentarily as I thought ‘she's going to be very angry’.

She stomped back to me and shouted lividly,

"Are you blind, stupid or both? How could you not see a car in front of you? A WHOLE CAR?!”.

For a while, I tried to negotiate with her on how to fix her car but she wouldn't let me. She was so adamant and obstinate as she kept opposing my proffered solutions. She also seemed to not trust anything or anyone, she seemed distrustful.

"...Pray we never cross paths in this lifetime or what I'm gonna do to you...".

She threatened before entering her car and driving away. I stood there and tried to take in what just happened. I shut my eyes and mentally scolded myself for being as careless as hitting someone's car.

I was too carried away with my thoughts that I hadn't seen her car in front of mine. And I was trying to explain that fact to her but she wouldn't listen. I admit that I was definitely at fault and I tried to make amends but she was bent on not accepting them.

At least I'm lucky she wasn't hurt. I'm damn sure she would have pressed charges, seeing how unforgiving she was. She had a frightening and dominating ambience. For some reason though, I think I had seen her good side. For some reason, I feel as though she could do worse, as if she could've done worse if she wanted to. I mean judging from how she hurriedly flicked open the pepper spray when I had attempted to move closer, she had a threatening stance and she was ready to do anything to protect herself.

At that moment, I couldn't help but think of how paranoid and distrustful she appeared to be. She looked at me like I was her mortal enemy. Well, I hope I would never cross her path ever again in this life.

I entered my car and started driving home, thinking what would happen if I ever meet her again. I shook it off, there was no way on Earth I was going to see her ever again. The world is a big place, isn't it?