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Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 85
I was looking at the outside of the window of Mitch's car. My tears were traveling down my face—unstoppable.The street lights and the lights from other cars flash on my face. I wasn't sure where we were right now. I told her earlier to just drive. There is also no certainty where I want Mitch to stop her car. “Veronne, I really don't expect that to happen.”“What about me, Mitch? I never thought that she was that person. I have accused many other people. I suspected other people because it was far from my mind that that person was my good mother! She's even playing mystery! She probably thought that I would just forget what she did to me! Hell no! She put me through the hell I've been through! I didn't know that my suffering was totally over because of my aunt and cousin, because they are also back in my life now, and here she is, trying to claim her role in my life as if she didn't wound my heart!”“Veronne, I know that you are angry with your mother right now. But you know what? I
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 86
-Marcov-I was in the living room of her unit, but I could still hear sobs from inside her room. It's the second week since her mother suddenly appeared again and was trying to ask for her forgiveness. I let out a heavy sigh. With my elbows above my thick thighs and my fingers massaging my scalp, my mind was roaming in the deepest thought to think what else I could do to save her from this sadness. I pressed my lips together before my feet finally decided to stand up. My arms were swaying beside my body while I was walking on my way to her room. My heart was torn as my eyes nailed at her back, which was moving out of the exhaustion that she was feeling. When I was near the bed, I put my palm above the soft fabric that covered the thick and bouncy foam. Slowly, my butt was pushed down and immediately buried in the foam. My fingers crawled until my entire right hand was holding her arm. I gently caressed that side of her arm. Suddenly, I felt her touch the back of my hand. She stop
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 87
I was in the stockroom of my collection of wines and liquors. I opened a bottle of liquor from Vietnam. I smelled it and enjoyed the rest of its taste and effect later on. I didn't realize that by just sitting down for a short time, I had consumed three bottles of liquor. When I almost fell asleep, I went to the sofa and immediately laid down on it. I looked at the ceiling before I closed my eyes, wishing that everything would go well.The next morning, I woke up because my hand fell on the floor. My head hurts, and my nerves tingle a little on the side of it. I guess it's all because of the liquor that I had.“Ahh,” I mumbled as I tried to sit down.I stood up and stretched. I took out my phone to check what time it was already. I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again. It's already eight and thirty o'clock in the morning. I exited the stockroom and immediately walked. I went up the stairs and saw Lita busy cleaning the living room. “Good morning, sir.”“Good mornin
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 88
He was drinking liquor right in front of me. After his shot, I poured another amount of liquor into his glass. The loud music was heard all over the place. “Son, I know that I have sinned against you, and I overstepped your right.”“I just had a hard time absorbing everything that would happen to me, daddy. I couldn't figure out what I should do next after I get married to the woman I don't even have feelings for.”My heart felt a sudden pain. I wish that I had another son or another man in the family who has yet to get married. The problem is that it's only me and my son.“I don't know if you can forgive me, son, but I want you to know that I love you.”He smiled before gulping the liquor I poured into his glass. “I know, daddy. I love you too. That's why I will sacrifice myself for you and for Veronica. You took care of me since mommy left, so you deserve the happiest man alive, even though the replacement of it is the long-lasting pain I would be feeling.”It's hard for me to swa
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 89
-Veronne-I was in the bathroom. While the lower part of my body was sinking into the warm bathtub, my mind was thinking about what Marcov said. From the moment that I found out that Kalvis confessed to his father about being in love with someone else, I was not able to sleep tight every night. I thought that we would bury it forever and live striving to forget what we once had. I rose, and the water from my skin and hair was pulled down until it met the surface of the water in the tub. I took the bathrobe and dried my body. When I was done drying my body, I left the bathroom and walked straight to the chair that was placed in front of the mirror. My hand reached the blower and started to blow my hair with it. My eyes were closed, so I didn't realize that Marcov was already in the room. I was almost startled when his hands were put on top of both of my shoulders. “Marcov, you startled me,” I confessed. He bowed down and kissed the side of my forehead. I smiled when I saw him cl
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 90
A fresh breeze came to kiss my face. The people who were invited to today's event were looking for seats. I was staring at Marcov, who was walking with his son until the edge of the red carpet was reached. I could see how sadness swims in the balls of Kalvis' eyes. He was looking at me. It made me stare away from him. “Ladies and gentlemen, the bride of the century!” Margarette was wearing a white and luxurious wedding gown. Her veil was only half of her face. She walks happily. She was feeling the moment. I looked again in Kalvis' direction. His eyes were nailed at me. Tears suddenly ran down his face, and it caused me to feel a little pain. It's not because I regret choosing Marcov over Kalvis, but because I can feel the hurtful part of him. His father and I put him in this situation. We locked him inside the jail, which caused him to be so lonely. It's a beach wedding. The sun and the wind witnessed the happiest part of the Greenes' lives, and the breeze sympathized with Kalvi
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 91
“I got back to where I left you, but you weren't there. What happened?!” Maybe he wondered why I was staying inside the inn when I was actually enjoying the ambiance outside..“I saw my aunt here. We faced each other.”The smile on his face vanished and was replaced with a slight anger emotion.“What? The woman who hurt you before was here. We both have this resort, and it's ours now, Veronne. How come she was here? It's my son's wedding celebration. Why is your aunt here?” I looked at the white-painted wall. I am certain that Marcov didn't know that Kalvis and Chontel had sex. I sighed.“Chontel is working under the HR department of Greyford Empire, Marcov. The employees were all invited, and I was certain that Chontel brought her mother with her.” “Baby, is she trying to do anything evil to you again?” I shook my head. “I won't allow her anymore, Marcov. I told her that I worked as your secretary, and that awakened her beasts to get mad at her daughter. I am sure that right now
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 92
How am I supposed to have the appetite to rise from this bed? I didn't hear the sound of the alarm; I took the clock and saw what time it was. It was still before the time I should get up. Well, I haven't been sleeping since last night. I was uncomfortable, and it seemed that my heart was looking for something. I tried to close my eyes, but after a snap, I heard the disturbing sound from the alarm clock. The sun came out already, ready to shine on the surface of the earth, yet here I am still buried in the cushion and covered by the thick fabric.I waited for another sound from the clock before I forced my tired self to rise. I didn't fild the linen properly; I made it like a ball and threw it on the pillow. I sat down on the bed, feeling weak and thinking about how Marcov made me feel these days. I wanted to complain, but he was right that I was the one who should understand him because he has a busy schedule. My phone rang, and I took it. I excitedly answered the call because it
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