All Chapters of Don't Fall For Mr. Hart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The world around me froze. My brain processed the facts at a speed hundreds of times faster than light. I heard three shots. Not one, not two, but three. Who the hell fired the third one? And, most importantly, where did those bullets go? Would I feel an explosion of raw pain as soon as time restarted? Was I… going to die?I inhaled sharply, and all my senses returned. I expected the agonizing pain to come within a heartbeat, but it didn't. All I felt was a scorching cut on my right arm. I still held a gun pointed at the shooter, and his gun was pointed at me. Did he… miss?Another second passed, and he turned pale. The hand holding a gun lowered to his side. Did I shoot him? My heart thundered against my chest. My ribs shrank, limiting my breathing to shallow gasps. I wasn't wounded. Not severely. Not by his bullet. But he got hit. He must have gotten shot, but where? It was hard to spot blood on the black shirt and black combat pants he was wearing. After a heartbeat, he fell to his

My recovery in Aiden's clinic was almost like spending four days in a luxury SPA with an out-of-this-world level of treatment. Again, I wondered what was in the IV drip I had been given the first two days after the accident. Whatever it was, it helped my bruises heal at an almost supernatural speed. Unfortunately, my inner muscles weren't as quick to forget they were strained, and my movements were limited, especially when I tried to move fast.My body was massaged and placed in an infrared sauna for healing sessions two times a day, and I had never thought that rehabilitation could be so relaxing. I guess a lot of things could be different for someone like Aiden Hart. But no matter how luxurious and soothing my treatment was, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my freedom here was restricted and I was under surveillance…It would have been easier if I could have stayed with Aiden. Unfortunately, the doctors insisted that his treatment required extra attention… and no distraction, w

It turned out, I only needed to kick someone's ass for Aiden's team to respect me. Certainly, winning against Marina had nothing to do with my strength and everything to do with luck and her underestimating me, but that didn't change the fact that I knocked her down. As soon as the show was over, Aiden grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the training hall. I barely managed to grab my shoes on the way out. "Where are you taking me?" I called out as he led me through the corridor. He didn't answer; he only glanced at me over his shoulder. I caught his gaze and gulped. His eyes were dangerously dark, with only a thin ring of blue left. He pushed one of the doors open and pulled me into a small room that looked like storage for documents. There was nothing inside aside from a few shelves filled with boxes, a table, and a single chair. Aiden shut the door behind him, and a second later, my back was against that door, and Aiden's lips were on mine. "I couldn't wait to taste you," he purr

"Let the Taiyang Conference begin!" Soon Han called out, standing on the podium of the Golden Ballroom.Waves of applause exploded across the hall. Most of the gathered guests seemed to look forward to the upcoming days. Some came here looking for investors or wealthy clients, while others sought an opportunity to multiply the billions of dollars already gathered in their accounts. Certainly, not everyone could participate in Soon Han's event. Those who wanted to be here had to pay the so-called entrance fee, a round sum of a million dollars per person. Paying two million for staying three days at the hotel didn't mean much to Aiden, but it surely made my head spin when I learned about it…I looked around and saw glamorously dressed people with excitement painted all over their faces. Those who sat at our table weren't different. Mr. and Mrs. Bessette came here hoping to extend their portfolio of investments. Ms. Maya Laskar and her soon-to-be wife, Ms. Larisa Sardar, were going to lo

I couldn't breathe. My heart thundered against my ribcage, pumping blood that turned into raw flames, burning my insides. The constant, single, high-pitched note filled my ears, piercing my brain like a wild scream, one able to tear every nerve apart. Panic.It rose inside me and now scratched the surface, but I had to stop this attack. It was the worst time and place to show my weakness. Aiden's fingers formed a tighter grip on my waist. "Charlie, are you all right?" he asked softly.I clenched my fists and forced air into my lungs. I couldn't allow myself to have a breakdown in front of a potential enemy. I glanced at Landon and saw an almost impeccable mask of concern plastered on his face. What kind of freaking game was he playing?I sucked in another breath and held it until the scorching flames inside me faded. "I'm OK," I said, stretching my lips into a faint smile. "It must be jetlag."Landon chuckled. "Yeah, jetlag can be a real bitch."All the question marks circling around