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190: Runaway Bride
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Winning My Ex-Crush 191: Under Arrest
Laird’s POVI pounded angrily on the glass door of the van in which the FBI commander and Prosecutor Golden were riding. They were all sitting relaxed in the car, while Fenella could be heard being hurt by Amy. Fenella's heavy breathing and the sound of Amy's roar that I heard over the receiver convinced me that Fenella was in trouble.This had all gone too far.“Amy's confession is enough, right? What the fuck are you waiting for? Arrest her now and save Fenella.” I growled at Prosecutor Golden.“Fenella is still holding out, Laird. We should wait until Fenella says the safe word. She can also gauge her capacity.” Prosecutor Golden raised his hand to calm me down.“If you don't help her now, I'll go help her.” My eyes narrowed, and I growled with a serious threat.“Laird, if you go in now, you'll ruin everything we've built up so far. Fenella is trying hard in there. All you have to d
Winning My Ex-Crush 192: Emergency Bag
Fenella’s POVOh my God.It wasn't Laird who stepped in to help me, but Peter. He wrapped his arm around my neck until I was pinned under his arms. Cold metal touched my temple. I glanced over and immediately saw a black gun pointed at me.“Let me go, Peter.” I growled even as my body trembled.“Shut up!” Peter snapped loudly, ringing in my ears.I closed my eyes tightly as I endured the pain in my ankles and muffled my fear. I raised my arms to let go of Peter's arms, but it seemed that emotional panic had taken over my body. Somehow I became helplessly weak and could only hold on to Peter's arm.“Please, Peter, please.” I said softly, asking him to let me go.“Peter, let her go. She doesn't know anything.” Alan tried to calm Peter down.“Yes? Then put the bag in the car and move away.”Peter clamped tighter and tighter around my neck, and the tip of the gun pressed harder and harder against my temple. I slowly looked at Alan, who put the black duffel bag into the back passenger seat
Winning My Ex-Crush 193: Deadly Rejection
Fenella’s POV“Let go of me, Alan!”I struggled with all my might, but Alan kept his grip on my arm. He wouldn't listen to me and now forced me to follow him. Limping, I dragged my feet to get into the car.“I don't want to, Alan! Let go of me!” I held the car door with my hand. Although Alan tried to open the door, I held the door.Outside, Laird was still trying to crush open the door. It seemed that the door lock was no ordinary key. I bought my time as much as I could, waiting for Laird to come rescue me.“Fenella! Don't test me! Get in the car right now.”Alan threatened with the gun pointed at my forehead. I then pushed Alan with all my might, and he was furious. His free hand suddenly gripped my neck tightly.“Alan!”I tried my best to scream, but the man tightened his grip on my neck. He growled in front of my face.“Don't play games, Fenella. Please get in the car and drive. Or should I kill you now?”My face scrunched up, and I tried to catch my breath. My throat was sore,
Winning My Ex-Crush 194: Homerun
Laird’s POVI was sure I was going to die. My body ached, my face and head hurt, and my stomach was especially painful. The final blow from Alan sent me flying into the metal shelf on the wall. The edge of the rack hurt my temples, and the pain grew stronger. Blood oozed from my temple.Although I wanted to fight the man again, my legs felt weak. I spurred myself to get up, but Alan confronted me. He raised the gun on the floor that we had been fighting over. My breath caught and the pain around my waist became more and more stifling.Slumped on the floor, I summoned up what was left of my strength to fight Alan again. I just didn't know if it would be enough to defeat Alan once and for all.The muzzle of the gun was pointed at my head. I looked into Alan's eyes, right in the center between the gun that threatened me. The man was grinning as if he had already won.I didn't want to give up. I had to save Fenella.My hand slowly reached for the shelf behind me. I don't know what I'm ho
Winning My Ex-Crush 195: Patiently Waiting
Fenella’s POVIt's getting late, but I'm still patiently waiting for the doctor to come out. Laird underwent surgery to remove the bullet two hours ago. But the surgery sign lamp was still glowing red in the hospital hallway.I sat waiting on the chair with my right leg wrapped in bandages. Sometimes my ankle throbs with pain, but when I take a deep breath, the pain dissipates.My hands tightened around the jacket that Matthew had lent me. Although it wasn't enough to block the cold night, at least it was enough to cover my arms and body that were slightly exposed because of the plunging neckline jumpsuit I was wearing. It's a good thing that it was in black, so people won't be too disgusted by the traces of blood seeping through my clothes.“It's done!” Jessy exclaimed.I jumped up from my chair. My hand clasped Jessy's for a moment. Thank goodness I had a loyal friend like her. Even Prosecutors Golden and Matthew had gone home first to follow the FBI commander to their office.Not l
Winning My Ex-Crush 196: Breaking News
Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”I woke up when a hand gently touched my head. Slowly, I blink my eyes to see more clearly. I lifted my head and immediately saw Laird’s face.“Uhm,” my neck felt sore, but I was pleasantly surprised to see Laird’s eyes open. He looked at me with his emerald green gaze and a small smile.“Laird!”“Yes, Fenella,” he smiled softly as I wiped my cheek and the corners of my mouth.“Oh, thank God.”I sighed deeply and kissed his forehead for some time. Then I kissed his cheek and quickly pecked his lips. He chuckled softly before suddenly flinching and groaning.“Hey, are you okay? Where does it hurt?”I pulled back, afraid I had hurt him. I immediately examined his bandaged stomach. There was no blood seeping through, and the bandages looked clean.
Winning My Ex-Crush 197: Home Sweet Home
Fenella’s POV“Okay, easy,” Lloyd soothed Laird.We slowly waited as Laird hobbled up the stairs one by one. The wound on his stomach still hadn't fully healed, but the doctor had allowed him to go home. Fortunately, there was Lloyd, who had a similar posture to Laird. He supported Laird to walk up to his room on the second floor, while I carried Laird's bag of clothes.“Here we are,” Lloyd helped Laird sit on the bed, accompanied by a sigh of relief.“Thank you, Lloyd,” Laird said.“Yeah. No problem.” Lloyd nodded.“I hope you accept the fact that your room is here. Not the house on the other side.” Lloyd grinned as he glanced at me.My face turned red, and I cleared my throat quickly to get rid of the embarrassment. How could I not? Now Lloyd knew that Laird stayed at my house for almost two weeks without a single word to him.“It can't be helped. It's fate.” Laird snorted and shifted his body to sit more comfortably on the bed.“Well, I hope you will be satisfied with Mrs. Myers ta
Winning My Ex-Crush 198: Shut It Down
Fenella’s POVA week later, all my bruises had healed. There were no more bruises or marks. I could also walk normally without feeling any pain. There was still a faint scar on my cheek, but I was able to cover it with a clear bandage.I also wore sunglasses, just in case there were any paparazzi taking my picture. Scars or tired eyes would stand out in photos, and I didn’t need another scandal cooked up by the media."Is there really no way to get in?" I asked with a deep sigh."No. Everything is being tightly guarded," Jessy shook his head.I rested my chin on my hand, which was propped up on the wooden table. My gaze pierced through the cafe window across from Gene's office. We stared at the office door, sealed with yellow police tape. Two police officers had stood almost all day in front of the office door to maintain the perimeter and prevent anyone from entering."It looks like Gene is really closed," I said weakly to Jessy with a vacant look as my hand fiddled with my iced cof
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