All Chapters of Cruel Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

William had been sitting in the entertainment club, drinking as much as he could, but he was still sober. Carla came in and quickly took his glass away. "William, you must stop drinking." Because of Crista, he had been drinking here every single night, so the wound on his arm wasn't getting any better. He didn't take any medicine nor did he dress his wound. All he did was drink and smoke till he passed out. If he carried on like this, his body would eventually give up on him. Leaning against the sofa, William said, "What are you doing here? I'm not drunk." Right now, he just wanted to forget everything. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he could do it "I know you're not drunk, but you've drank so much, and that wound on your arm is serious. How long do you plan to go on like this? When you gave up on looking for her that day, didn't you convince yourself that she was dead?" Obviously, Carla could see the despair and dejection in his eyes. Even if Crista wasn

"You're the one who didn't stay true to your promise to Chica!" William exclaimed, while pointing accusingly at Tristan. Feeling the anger rolling off his body, he kept his steely gaze trained at Tristan. Tristan was rendered speechless as William's words rang true in his ears. 'I did break my promise to Crista', he thought regrettably. However, it was undeniable that between the two of them, William hurt her the most. "There's no excuse for what I did. I know that and I'm truly sorry for her. But you seem to forget that you caused her so much pain too," Tristan managed to say. At that, William stared at him, his eyes a mirror of questions. "Chica loves you so much. She couldn't bear to leave you" he continued. Falling in love with someone whole heartedly was no easy feat for a woman, but once she did, she would love that man deeply for as long as she could endure. Reminiscing the past, Tristan could still remember how Crista decided to leave everything behin

A young lady was walking along a busy street of Milan in Italy. She was over dressed a little due to the cold. She was in a pink long-sleeve shirt and a gray skirt, a pair of silky black stockings that was underneath to protect her legs from the cold and a pair of high heeled boots to show off her style. To finish it off, she had a light beige coat and a pink scarf that covered her fair neck. The slight wind that was present brushed past her, blowing her long hair slightly with it. The slight smile on her face made her look more elegant when she walked through the streets. A few men had even cat called her though she had ignored them all. The young lady was none other than Crista. She sauntered into a coffee shop. It was time for her afternoon tea time and being a caffeine lover, she needed a cup of coffee accompanied by that piece of tiramisu that she loved. She came here every day for an hour and looked out of the window at the people who came in the coffee shop and left i

Crista was completely immersed in finishing her design draft. Once done, she eagerly presented it to Nimpha, the company's design department director. "Director Nimpha, I just completed my design. I would love for you to take a look," she informed her as she handed the draft over. Nimpha reluctantly accepted the design but didn't bother to go over the drawings. "I'll put it aside for now. Boss said she would come and pick it up herself today," she said dismissively, her tone implying an utter dislike for the employee. Nimpha thought menacingly, 'You're a pathetic undergraduate who has nothing to prove yet.' Crista being hired with a competitive salary was merely because of their boss. What irked Nimpha the most was how this girl quickly climbed up the ladder. Within a few months, her designs could already compete for high caliber fashion shows while Nimpha painstakingly worked for it for over half a decade. "Alright, I see. I'll go back to my workspace then. Let me k

After the dinner party, William and Carla strolled along the street as people passed by. Holding his arm, she asked, "William, are you going back tomorrow?" In all honesty, she didn't want him to leave yet. If the company hadn't called, he might've stayed to accompany her to see the new designer before going back. However, he delegated her the responsibility of overseeing the cooperation. "What's the matter? Don't you think it would be great for you if you stayed here for a few more days? You should take some time to relax." Even though he felt nothing for her, he was still kind to her. Their relationship remained the same throughout all these years. Carla didn't say anything. Without him, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be empty. As they stood by the river, they weren't that far away from Crista. But because the light was dim, they couldn't recognize each other. For some reason, as William stood there, he felt an oddly familiar feelin