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BIANCA’S POVI waited for Richard outside the shopping mall. In less than fifteen minutes, I saw him drive into the mall’s vicinity and the parking lot.He turned off the ignition and locked the car before loping towards me.“B,” he called out as he approached.I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat, looking like a child who didn’t know how to go about explaining to her parents about something bad she did.But this wasn’t my fault. I never wanted to go into that restaurant and face Dylan. Heather had convinced me and I listened to her. Little did I know it would be to my detriment.What do I say to Richard now? Surely, I can’t tell him I lost her because I went to face my ex-boyfriend. He will go ballistic. I know he will. I can testify from what happened with him and David in our wedding, and since Dylan was nowhere to be found, Richard would probably take out all that anger on me. I can’t afforCHAPTER 152BIANCA’S POV“Well let’s go report to them,” Richard said and started making his way past me into the mall.I wanted to follow him, but as I turned, a sharp pain stung me like an electric shock on my feet, causing me to fall abruptly on the floor.“Ahhh….” I cried out in pain as I came in contact with the floor. Richard on seeing this, rushed to me in alarm.“What’s the problem?”“My feet…,” I stuttered, cradling my feet and grimacing in pain. “I have been standing and walking on these heels for a long time, and now my feet hurt.”People around surrounded me, and I felt ashamed for whining and crying like a baby at that moment, but I couldn’t help it. The pain was so intense I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk for the next hour or more.Richard raised a brow, giving me a look that kind of suggested he wasn’t fully convinced. Like he thought I was putting on an act or something so I won’t help him go in search of Heather.I wished he wouldn’t think that way. My feet hur
CHAPTER 153 BIANCA’S POV Throughout our ride back to the apartment, Richard didn’t talk to me again. He didn’t even spare me a glance. He was all focused on the road. I was worried. Even though I tried to shake off that feeling, I couldn’t. I couldn’t help but keep thinking he blamed me for Heather’s disappearance, and somehow thought I did it on purpose to rid of her. Richard knew me too well. I’ll never do something like that. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him that Ben might be the one responsible. Maybe Heather might have seen him while I left and got frightened. But I wasn’t far from her. She could have easily called for my attention if she had seen him. She didn’t have to run off like that and leave Richard and me in such a difficult situation. At that moment, I regretted going into that restaurant and wasting time on seeing Dylan. I didn’t want to but Heather made me. Though my plan to take Dylan down was working perfectly, it had cost me dearly. Pretty sure
Chapter 154RICHARD’S POVAt this point, I was fed up. I didn’t know what to believe again. I wanted to believe everything B said. I really do. But the circumstances surrounding the situation were making me think otherwise.For this once I entrusted Heather to her care hoping that would help them get along since B didn’t really like her much. I wanted them to get to know each other more so there wouldn’t be any future issues while Heather stayed with us, but it only resulted in this. To Heather missing. Again.Last night, B was bent on us renting an apartment for her in a further part of the city, and sending her over there. I revolted against the idea because that wasn’t the right thing to do for Heather’s well-being. Then this morning, I noticed her strange new character. She was suddenly okay with Heather staying. Okay with…everything.I won’t deny I liked the B’s sudden change in character that morning. It was a baby step towards creating a cordial relationship between her and He
CHAPTER 155RICHARD’S POVB’s gaze and shoulders slumped in disappointment as I went out and closed the door of our room. I would have helped massage her feet, but that will only waste time. I needed to find where Heather was first. It was evening. In the blink of an eye, night will take over, and there is no way I’m going to sit back and watch that happen without finding Heather. My conscience will rip me to shreds.What if she was in the dangerous part of the city inhabited by criminals and gangs and all sorts of bad people? What if she was lost? It’s been a long she’d been in this city so I doubt she knew her way around. And she hasn’t even been to this part of the city before. I held back the urge to panic. This is bad. Very bad.If anything happens to her, I won’t remain the same! I won’t forgive myself for it. And if I find out B or Ben was responsible…. If it’s Ben, I will kill him with my bare hands, notwithstanding anything! If it’s B, I will feel betrayed, and have a very
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 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