All Chapters of Billionaire's Hate Game: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liana Moore.____ I tossed my handbag on the table and sighed in frustration. I couldn't help but glare at the door where Oliver walked into. He was getting on my nerves, and I was gonna pour my outrage on him anytime soon.I sucked in the fury and walked around the table. I sank into my seat and thanks to the comfortable leather chair because it calmed my tensed nerves. I leaned on the backrest and commenced swiveling. I needed a plan to tame him.He was not going to sign up with William Banks. I wondered what I was going to tell Knox William, he was visiting the company to tour around and then sign the contract, but the boss, Oliver, was against it.We were already on the edge of incurring major losses, we needed prominent organizations to sign up as our customers. I grabbed the iPad and checked Oliver's schedule again. The healthy inspector was to visit the central production kitchen. Oliver was to accompany him. Later he was to approve the new package of cassava chips. But ther

Liana Moore______I woke up feeling pathetic in all ways possible. You would think my day to die had arrived but unfortunately, I was very much alive, and I was required to go to work and face Oliver. His words rang in my brain like a Catholic hymn song. It was as if he said them to me but I just overheard him. I hated to assume things but definitely, I was the pathetic employee he hired back. What was bothering me was the part where I was playing a role in his game.It was draining my good brain cells. Every passing second felt like it was eradicating my skin, leaving me in a skeleton state.A part of me urged me that he was not talking about me. But again, none of the employees who were fired was hired again. None. So I was his pathetic employee playing a fucking unknown role.I sighed and then grabbed my handbag. It was my brown huge handbag that could fit a newborn baby. I loved it mostly for its space to fit some few stuff I would need for my day. Mostly I packed breakfast prep

Liana Moore ______ The things that nauseate me in hospitals are the putrid stench of blood and medicine.I was done staring silently at Mister Ross who was stuck in his unknown world. He was probably playing football or in the farm cultivating or perhaps he was busy in the office trying to make it big. Those were his favorite."Try to snap out of your sleep soon, I have a lot to feed you." A forced feeble smile appeared on my lips. "You are the only person who listens."I held his hand into mine and began caressing him. "You know, I never got a shoulder to cry on or anyone to pour my pain to. I am pretending that everything is okay but the nightmares won't allow me to sleep."I drew my lower lip between my teeth and bit it so hard to control the tears threatening to stream."But I am okay. Really." I smiled. "Though I miss Dad even though he never liked me. I still wish he was alive even if he did not like me."I loved my parents regardless. I used to see some signs that they never

Liana Moore _____ My life was gloomy. It was like a sun that had set behind the mountains. The dark shadow always tailed me, possessing me. If Dad was nicer to me, he could be scolding me while in his afterlife. He could be rebuking my behavior and encouraging me to be a good girl. But I bet he was busy sipping his favorite wine in one of the expensive restaurants. If we had some in the afterlife. He was enjoying the scene, not the part where his favorite daughter got admitted to the hospital for falling during an argument. No, he was enjoying the part where the daughter he always hated was suffering and carrying someone's blame.My sister, pregnant Kira, fell and accidentally broke her water. Yes, she was rushed to the hospital immediately as I also got rushed to the police station. That was the truth, but the lie behind all that was that I pushed her. I never pushed her, her husband, my EX, pushed her. It might have been an accident but they did not have to lie that I ambushed th

Liana Moore _____ There was a reason I chose to sit on the kitchen stool while facing outside. Thanks to the glass walls in Castillo mansion, I could see the pool area. The lights in the surrounding also made it easier for me to see the arrangements being done for birthday.I was out of place. I spent most of my time in the kitchen with Mary. Even though we were engaged in our usual chat, my brain and eyes were mostly occupied by the four human beings around the pool.Oliver's friends had joined, and I definitely recognized them. One who found it was necessary to ache his neck with chains that hung around him, and the other one who looked like his dream to be a celeb were shuttered.The chain guy was Leo, that was from how Oliver called him when they arrived. He looked neat, if it were not for how he exaggerated by wearing rings on every finger and chains around his neck. He was clad in simple gray sweatpants and a white tank top. It was not hard to devour his masculine physiqueTh