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The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-three
Veronica sat down on her couch and looked around admiringly. “What a mighty fine place you got here. What's your name again dear?”“My name is Angela.”“Angela. What a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl, that's what I always say”Angela chuckled lightly. “Thanks. Veronica, I'm sorry to ask this, I kinda have a little trouble with my memory lately, but have we met before? There's something familiar about you.”“Met? Familiar? Me? Why, I sure don't think so. This is the first time I'm seeing this face. I'm pretty sure I would remember”“Oh. Then I guess it's in my head then, sorry about that.”“Why, it's no trouble.” She opened the plate in her hand and the delicious aroma of noodles filled the room, making Angela's stomach grumble loudly. Her face turned red with embarrassment as Veronica gave a soft giggle.“I'm sorry” Angela mumbled but Veronica waved it away. “No need to apologize dear, the aroma of my food tends to do that to people. Here, it's for you”“Thank you, but
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-four
“Tristan? What are you doing here?” Angela was surprised to see him standing at her doorstep with Leo but she also didn't look pleased to see them. She looked between the two men and frowned. Something was wrong.“Is there a problem?” She asked.“Can I come in?” Tristan asked. She looked between them again, sighed, and moved for them to come inside.“Actually, I'm not coming in. I just brought Tristan here so he could meet you.” He gave her a small salute. “See ya!” Saying that, he left.As Tristan stepped inside, he couldn't help but noticing boxes all around. He turned to her as soon as she shut the door.“Are you moving again?”Angela felt like she didn't have any reason to lie to him, after all, she would soon be far away from him.She lifted her chin slightly as she replied, “yeah, I am”“Again? Why? And where are you moving to?”“Not that it's any of your business, but I'm moving to New York”“New York? Why?” he was exasperated.“I'm assuming you didn't come here to talk
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-five
It was ironic that a slap started this whole thing and now it seems like a slap would end it, but he wasn't about to give up.“I said, get out!” she screamed, interrupting his thoughts.“Angela, aren't you going to listen to my…”“Your what? Explanation? I'm not interested in hearing anything that comes out of your mouth, I just want you out of my house right now!”He stared at her angry face with an ache in his heart. She believed everything she heard and there’s nothing he could say to convince her it wasn’t true. Why would Ivy call him to say such. Unless… Ivy knew. Slowly, the pieces of the puzzle began to form in his mind. Ivy! Of course. How did he not realize that this was her plan all along. He recollected how she had ‘innocently’ tried to come between them, how she somehow always knew the right time to call and the right thing to say. How could he have been so stupid that he didn’t realize it sooner? Her sudden niceness to Angela was all a front. She knew Angela lost her
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-six
The bullet had gone through his stomach and he was bleeding profusely.Tristan’s eyes were gradually closing but he was fighting to keep them open and Angela began to sob. She placed her palm on the bullet hole in his stomach trying to apply pressure to limit the bleeding. “Put pressure on it, please” she yelled to Alan.Alan got on his knees and placed his two palms firmly on the bullet hole.“Please, Tristan, just hang on for me. Somebody call an ambulance” she yelled again at one of the bodyguards.“Miss Cameron, the ambulance may not get here in time.”Alan answered, panic written all over his face.“So what do we do? Just wait here and watch him die?” She asked with frustration and tears streaming down her face.“I suggest we take him to the hospital. It would be faster that way.”“Then, let’s not waste any more time.” She stood up as the two bodyguards lifted Tristan up and they quickly headed to the car. They placed him gently on the seat.“Can you sit, or would you prefer to
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-seven
“You killed Tristan?” she asked, a wave of disbelief washing over her. Leo looked smug as he responded “yes, I did.”“Liar!” she spat. He brought out his phone and showed her the video his assassin took while shooting Tristan. She paled, feeling blood draining from her body, as she watched him fall on his chest.Ivy was dumbfounded and pissed at the same time. “Why?” she asked, shaking with rage. “So we can finally be together. I figured you didn't want to be with me because you were obsessed with him, so I got rid of him. You're welcome by the way.”Suddenly, Annabelle waltzed right into the conversation with a broad smile. She gave Leo a look of admiration as she said, “I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. Did I hear you say Tristan is dead, like actually dead?”Leo gave her a sinister grin. “Indeed. He's probably rotting in hell as we speak.”Annabelle squealed happily and jumped for joy. “Finally! I'm free from that spoiled mama's boy. He thought he could get me, but
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-eight
The surgery lasted for a grueling ten hours, causing growing anxiety among the family members as doctors and nurses hurried in and out of the operating theater.The surgeon called it an exploratory laparotomy. Ivy had arrived hours earlier, acting sympathetic and maintaining a friendly facade. However, Angela wasn't deceived by her act in the slightest. She couldn't believe she had once fallen for Ivy's pretense. Now, knowing that Ivy might be connected to Tristan's situation only made Angela more irritable in her presence.She avoided Ivy as if she were a contagion while they all awaited news from the surgeons. Despite Ivy's attempts to strike up conversations, Angela ignored her subtly, trying not to arouse suspicion from Tristan's family. She planned to confront Ivy later when they had privacy.Travis paced around, made numerous phone calls, grumbled about being stuck at the hospital despite important work at the office. Marie sobbed, mumbling to herself, likely in prayer. Taylor
The Billionaire’s Assistant Fifty-nine
Her heart started racing in excitement. She could finally put an end to this madness. Once he confessed, she could expose Ivy and Annabelle. She pulled out of the hug gently and said, “Taylor, I think I should go home and change. My clothes and body is covered with blood.”“That's true.” Taylor sniffed and gave her a watery smile as her cheeks turned bright red. “I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.”“It's fine. I don't mind at all.” Taylor gave her a small nod and she went to Marie.“Mrs Perry, I'm going to head home so I can get changed. I'll be back as soon as I can.”“Call me Marie, dear. And it's okay, go get changed.”Angela thanked her and left quickly. Alan was waiting for her in the lobby, Ivy wasn't there again and she assumed she had gone home.“Alan, please take me to my house.”“Yes ma'am” He fell in line beside her, keeping up with her pace.“Did they catch the assassin?”He asked as they walked out of the hospital building.“They did and he's finally ready to t
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty
She decided to go to the hospital first and leave the interrogation till morning since she had promised Tristan’s mother that she'd be back. When she entered the ward, her heart melted at the scene in front of her. Taylor was asleep on the chair and Marie, who had not noticed her presence, was gently pulling a blanket over her. She kissed her hair like she was a child and it made Angela teary-eyed. Her mother never treated her like that. She treated Annabelle a bit better but it was nothing compared to the way Marie treated her children.She looked at Tristan’s closed eyes. He looked so serene and handsome. Tristan was the only person who treated her with so much love and told her how much he loved her too. She didn't want to admit it but recently, she's been getting more and more flashbacks of her time with him before the amnesia. And she remembered everything that happened between them last night.Thinking about it made her blush and at that moment, she wished he was awake so she c
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The Billionaire’s Assistant Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATERShe stared at her reflection in the mirror, and a satisfied smile crept up her lips.Today was the most important day of her life. Her wedding day!She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the day Tristan proposed to her two months ago.***************It was another cold day, as usual. It was a work day, but instead of going to work, Tristan had insisted they go to the same restaurant they went on her first day of working with him, and that they bring Zoe.She didn't understand why Tristan would choose to go to a restaurant instead of work and what was even more strange was that he insisted that he wanted to drive. He usually lets his driver do the driving, so she found it strange.After making sure that Zoe was seated and buckled in with the seatbelt, she sat in the passengers seat in front and Tristan got behind the wheel. As he adjusted the rear-view mirror, he winked at Zoe, who giggled and bounced happily in the back, the entire ride.All efforts to calm
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-three
“I'm telling you, Tristan, it's that bad.”She said to Tristan over Facetime.He had called her by eight pm New Zealand Standard Time and she was telling him how things were with Zoe.She couldn't bring herself to sleep on the mattress, so, after tucking Zoe in and making sure she was asleep, she went to the living room and lay on the couch instead. “And get this, turns out she's been living here using my name.”“Are you serious?” He asked, the shock on his face mirroring hers.“I am. Her neighbour called me Angela, and I found these fake documents and ID's inside the kitchen closet. It all had my name. None of it has her name. It's creepy.”“So, her daughter doesn't know her real name either?”“She doesn't. Apparently, she's been living a lie for seven years. As crazy as it is, it did give me an idea.” She replied with a faraway look in her eyes.“What idea?” Tristan asked with raised eyebrows. She smiled at him as she answered, “You know how she told me not to ever let her daught
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-two
The twenty-one-hour flight took it’s toll on her. Even though there had been two stops along the way, she was exhausted and sick by the time she got to New Zealand. She had also bought some things for Zoe as a way to earn her trust.Tristan called to check on her three times, and he sounded better. At least that's an improvement.She stopped a taxi and gave the driver the address Annabelle gave her. It was almost an hour drive from the airport and along the way, she kept wondering what she would tell Zoe. Where would she say her mother was? And how would she explain that she was her aunt? Because she was pretty sure Annabelle never mentioned her to Zoe.She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize they were already at her destination. The driver had to honk the car horn to snap her out of her thoughts.“We're here.” He announced after getting her attention.“Oh. Thank you.” She answered as she paid him. He helped her offload her luggage and then, he drove off.Angela stared at the
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-one
Tristan, Taylor and Angela arrived at the hospital to find a panic-stricken, worn out Tessa, pacing around. Her arm was bandaged too.“What happened? Where's mum?” Tristan asked, trying to rush into the emergency ward, but was stopped by Tessa.“Tristan, you can't go in there yet. Please, calm down.”“What exactly happened, Tessa?” Angela asked.“Yeah, how did she get shot.” Taylor added.“She went to confront Amy and we were on our way back when our car was ambushed and some men wearing masks surrounded us. They killed the driver and shot mum in the chest through the windscreen. They shot at me too, but it missed narrowly, and my arm got hit instead. They took off immediately and that's when I called the ambulance.”“How is she? Will she make it?” Tristan asked with wide-eyes. Tessa looked dismayed as she averted her gaze. Tristan was about to say something when Tessa's husband Connor came rushing in.“Honey,” he exclaimed as he rushed towards her. He hugged her, then he examined he
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy
The car came to a halt in front of the Perry's grand mansion. Marie stepped out first, not waiting for the driver to open the door for them.Her eyes was red and her complexion was pale. She stormed out of the car and marched furiously inside the house, ignoring her children completely.“Mum, are you okay? What happened?” Tessa asked, trying to block her path. But, one glare from Marie, made her move. She rushed towards Tristan, who was being helped out of the car by Angela and Alan.“What's wrong with mum? She looks ready to murder someone.” She asked Tristan, who exchanged a glance with Angela.“What does that look mean? What's happening?” She asked in alarm.“Is father home?” Tristan asked.“Yeah, but that doesn't answer my question. Why is mum so furious?” She asked again, visibly frustrated that no one was answering her question.“Where is he?” Tristan asked again.“In his study. For God's sake, why isn't anyone answering the damn question? What happened to mum?” she yelled.Just
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-nine
She sat in front of a tiny glass window in a cubicle, tapping her fingers nervously on the table and lost in thought.It's been three days since she was discharged from the hospital and she had been putting off the idea of seeing her sister in prison till she couldn't anymore.She had to gather up all her courage to come here, concluding that Annabelle could not hurt her again as she was already behind bars.Now, sitting here, all that courage seemed to have faltered and she wondered if it was too late to leave. Just then, she looked up and her whole body tensed as she saw a haggard-looking Annabelle in cuffs, being escorted by a police officer. The officer removed the cuffs from her wrists and she slumped to the chair. Angela inhaled and tried to calm her nerves and her shaking hands as she picked up the phone in front of her. Annabelle did the same and for a few seconds, neither of them said a word to each other. They just stared, with the phone in their ears and different though
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-eight
She remained silent, just staring blankly, throat dry, heart pounding until Tristan felt the need to speak.“Angela, please say something.”She finally focused her gaze on him, as the blank stare left her face. “Where is she?” she asked.“Detained,” Tristan answered.“Angie, she wants to see you,” Jane said, looking worried. Angela shifted her gaze to Jane as seven of the coldest words she had ever said, fell out of her mouth.“I have nothing to say to her!”“She's still your sister…” Tristan was saying, but she cut him short.“Was my sister! Now, I have no sister. I remember everything she did to me, including hiring those two men to beat me up. I was pregnant! And she knew it. You know what they said to me? They told me that she said they should get rid of it by any means necessary. She's the reason all this is happening. She could have killed you too, Tristan. And you say she's my sister? No, if she were my sister, she would never have done all that to me.”She yelled, angry tears
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-seven
Her head was hurting so she once again thought she was hallucinating. Even though she just heard his voice, she couldn't bring herself to believe he was looking at her and talking to her. He was in a coma, so how was he doing any of that?“Are you okay?” he asked, startling her.“Y—you. You're awake?”“Surprised?” he asked with a smile.“I am. The doctor said it would probably take at least a month before you woke up.” Her face twisted in horror as she said, “Oh no, don't tell me I was unconscious for a month!” Tristan chuckled as he responded, “No, you weren't unconscious for a month, you were unconscious for a week.”“A week?” Angela asked as her face paled in horror. “Why? What happened?”“According to the doctor, when you fell, you hit your head pretty bad and since you already had a brain injury, it triggered something. But do you feel okay now? Did you forget anything?”She raked her brain, trying to figure out if she forgot anything, but she couldn't think of anything she mig
