CHAPTER 156HEATHER’S POVEver since I saw her getting all cosy with Richard earlier in the morning during breakfast, rage ached every part of my body. I tried to make her look bad in front of him as I broke the news of our outing together to her because I knew she wouldn’t take it well. But Richard ended up foiling my attack, announcing that she would be the one taking me shopping instead of him.How…insulting?My heart split in my chest. I felt betrayed. How could Richard do that to me? He gave me so much hope last night and I held on tight to that hope. It was the only reason I managed to sleep well last night, only for him to disappoint me. The last thing I wanted was to go out with this bitch of his wife. This was supposed our first official romantic outing together after almost four years of being away and not knowing what it felt like to wear makeup and a beautiful expensive dress to go on a date. It was meant to be just the two of us. Alone with no one else.Throughout that s
CHAPTER 157HEATHER’S POV “Heather… what the fuck!... Where have you been all this while…and…why do you look like this?”He welcomed me in, taking a close look at my face. I cried my way into the apartment, putting on a pitiful act after which he quickly closed the door.“Who did this to you?” He tucked a messy strand of my hair away from my face and asked in concern. He clutched my chin and moved my face from side to side to assess the severity of the damage. “Did you get into a fight?”I shook my head in response. He should have known me better by now. I’m not the type of ladies who fight or make a scene in public.“Tell me…did Ben do this to you?” He asked me that carefully as if I were made of a delicate ceramic, the angry look on his face intensifying.I nodded slowly and that prompted him to lose control.“Fuck…” He tightened his jaw. His face contorted out of shape with a boiling rage as he punched the wall with a furious roar.I flinched in fear. I have never seen him this a
CHAPTER 158BIANCA’S POVMy heart ached in my chest. I didn’t know why Richard was so blunt to me. From his expression, it was obvious he was still upset. I thought that was subsiding after I told him Ben might be responsible for Heather’s disappearance. Not me.Perhaps, Heather might have told him something that him made suspect me again. My heart beat unsteadily on thinking of what she might have told him.“No…no….no….this can’t be true,” I grimaced, biting onto my index finger. She must have told him I left her for Dylan. Gosh…this wasn’t good at all. Overcoming a slight pain in my feet, I turned to face Heather’s bedroom, my mind running wild with a cacophony of thoughts. What did she tell him? What could they be talking about now? Where the hell has she been all this while?I never wanted to go to Dylan at first. She made me. So if this happened, it was partly her fault. And she could have easily waited for me in that spot like I told her to. Even a five-year-old could have he
CHAPTER 159RICHARD’S POVI opened the door and guided Heather into the room. She was so fragile she could pass out at any time soon. Ben just outdid himself. If Heather hadn’t stopped me, I would have been ready to find him wherever he was in this world and end him once and for all. He doesn’t deserve to live at all.And not to mention B. I never thought in a thousand years that she’d lie to me after the promises we made to each other. How could she tell me she had gone to see a friend when it was actually her ex-boyfriend? Who was it?No doubt it was that lawyer who thought he was better than everyone else because of his prestigious position. David. That’s his name. After what happened at our wedding reception dinner, the last thing I wanted was for him to have anything to do in the lives of B and me.If B had gone to see him then there was every chance she’d been seeing him behind my back ever since. How could she? I never expected this from her.I gently led Heather down to the e
CHAPTER 160RICHARD’S POVMr. Sam came over and presented us with the remaining evidence of Ben’s shady drug smuggling business. They included hardcopy photos of him meeting with known traffickers, his workers growing and producing some of the illegal substances in their secret hideout location, financial records of illicit transactions, and surveillance footage of drug exchanges.Heather had done well in sharing some hints that helped Mr Sam in gathering all these. I was mesmerized by how much she knew. And Mr. Sam turned out to be as good as B said he would. Everything was on point and he didn’t take long to get the job done without Ben or his colleagues and workers suspecting anything.The phone Heather brought back that had the videos and the anonymous social media account Ben used to spread video plus these photos were everything and more we needed to finally take that bastard down. He won’t know what he hit him. By the time we were finished with him, he’d know better than to me
Chapter 1 BIANCA’S POV I wasn't that type of person that liked going to clubs or attending parties for numerous reasons - the loud music and noise that pounded violently in my heart and brain, the lust-filled gazes that gets thrown at you every second by both hungry men and women alike, the clashing mix of alcohol, sweat and colognes both cheap and expensive alike. But today, I had to overlook all that and more and just drag my butt to this place for reasons that threatened to drive me insane.I was seated near the bar with my best friend, Nina, further away from the crowd of overjoyed party guests in the dancefloor. She was enjoying her drink while I complained to her about how my parents were planning on arranging for me to be married to the son of the Alpha of our pack city.“I just can’t believe my parents will want me to marry someone I don’t even know!” I took a quick drink and furiously kept my glass cup back on the counter as if to smash it. “Isn’t marriage meant to be built
Chapter 2 BIANCA’S POV When I turned to glance at the person who was holding me and lying that I was with him, my breath caught in my throat as I thought an angel was sent from above to save me – He stood tall and straight like a towering spruce with manly locks of pitch-black hair curled against the V of his open silk vintage shirt and striking grey eyes like silver lightning that framed his handsome square face. “You don’t get to keep all the chicks in the world you know,” the drunkard whose name was Ben snarled at him in frustration. “I don’t,” the handsome stranger holding me replied smugly, sneering at him. “Only the pretty ones who want nothing to do with you. She’s with me so, stay-the fuck-away-from-her,” he spelled out in his face. Ben, the drunk guy, snarled the more and glared at him, creating a tense atmosphere. They looked ready to attack each other, and being caught in the middle made me a bit scared. It appeared they had a long-standing grudge like they were sworn e
Chapter 3BIANCA'S POVTwenty minutes later, we were already at a motel. He didn’t spend more than a minute on the receptionist desk which made me think he already had a room reserved. Perhaps, he was a visitor in the city and was living here. He did look like one who could afford to live in a hotel his entire life.We rode the elevator to another floor, but I couldn’t keep track because I was laughing uncontrollably, feeling like I was on a rollercoaster. It suddenly dinged, and we stumbled out like drunk teenagers about to go on a joyride. Well, mostly me; he was more concerned with keeping me from falling. He was my ride, and I planned to enjoy every moment with him tonight.People passing by glanced at us, mostly me, likely assuming I was acting crazy with my hysterical behaviour. But I couldn’t care less.Inserting his keys into a door labelled Room 152, he opened it and led me inside. Taking me to the bed, he had me sit on the edge, then knelt to take off my shoes.“You should