All Chapters of The Angelic CEO : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Michael POV I am pacing around like a crazy person while Gabe, Mel and dad are sitting each on their armchair. We have been here for hours, and this office is starting to feel claustrophobic. I need to get out of here. I need to go get Logan and Elisabeth. “How can you be so relaxed?” I bark at them, and Gabe lifts his hands in front of his chest. “WOW, relax, little bro, you know that Logan and Beth are alive. You know who has them”, Gabe says “Yeah, but I don’t know why he has them, and what he wants. He is a psycho, and I thought you took care of him”, I let out in frustration. “I did, but the fucker is tougher than he looks”, Gabe says, shrugging his shoulders. “What time is the meeting?” Mel asks “At nine”, I reply, looking at my watch, and there’s only one hour left of waiting to see what Samuel has planned. I look at dad, and he looks unfazed. He doesn’t care. He really doesn’t care that Logan an

Elisabeth POV I walk into the room where River is and I gasp at how beautiful she looks, she’s showing off her beautiful pregnant belly, almost full term and she is still rocking the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve ever seen. I shake my head trying to push away memories of last week’s event when I was wearing that wedding dress and Samuel raped me. I close my eyes tightly blocking those thoughts and focus on River and Olivia.  There’s not many of us here but enough so have some fun and drink some alcohol free cocktails, after all if the bride can’t drink none of us can. And I can’t because of all the medication I am in. I help her get ready doing some final touches on her dress when we are told it is time for the bride to walk down the isle. Rive is extremely nervous and I try and give her some encouraging words but nothing really good comes out, after all I’ve never been married and I am in a unconve

Michael POV I paid barely to none attention to the ceremony. In the end I helped carry the coffin, Gabe was on the other side while mom and Amelia walked side by side with us, not behind it. We were always in the same level, I have to say more people than I expected showed up today, old business associates, old, friends and their sons and daughters. Everyone respected my dad, more people than I though possible, I honestly thought more people feared him than respected, but what do I know, apparently I didn’t know him that well.  Once everything is done and over with we go eat, how do people expect us to keep our composure when we have the killer waiting for us? Logan and Elisabeth kept to themselves during the entire time, I’ve been sitting next to mom the whole time, from all of us she is the one that is struggling the most. She’s spent thirty years of her life with the man. She’s on her sixties now and

Michael POV I lean foreword a little while mom pulls the chair back up and Arya is now blinking her eyes, I know that if her hands were free she would be rubbing the back of her head. Bitch is messing with the wrong family. Gabe is leaning against the wall in the far end while Mel is messing around in the cupboards behind us. Mom slaps Arya’s face forcing her to look into her eyes while she told her how much she loved us.  “You don’t know what love is, you’re a silicone witch”, Mom says and I can’t help but chuckle. Arya looks at me and smiles. “You, this is all on you, your father died because of you”, she says and mom slaps her face again before Gabe stands the chance to get closer to her. “You leave my son alone you bitch”, mom shouts at her. “Why did you want to kill him?”, Gabe asks and she looks at him with her eyes shining. Gabe looks at me and I shrug my shoulders

Michael POV “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask Elisabeth as we walk into the private room in the back of the jewellery owned by Gabe. She offers me her hand, and I take it without hesitation. The manager takes us to a small closed room right at the back, it has perfect light and privacy, that’s exactly what I need. The room is elegant and well decorated, providing the privacy I need to choose this ring. He offers us coffee, and we kindly accept as he puts some cushioned displayers in front of me, all of them with wedding bands and engagement rings. How am I supposed to choose? I look at Elisabeth that is looking carefully at each one of them until her eyes stop and they shine. She offers me a smile, and she sees a thick gold band with a small, almost invisible diamond in the middle, her eyes shine, and I know what she’s thinking. “This is the one”, she says, and I smile at her, grabbing the ring with my left hand. “Are you sure?”. I