All Chapters of Don't Fall For Mr. Hart: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I couldn't sleep. For the first time, even hearing Aiden's heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin were unable to soothe my inner storm. Everything that lay untold between me and Aiden clamped my mouth shut, ending the whole Landon-problem explanation with the fact that it must have been someone else in that hotel room when I was raped. And I would happily let it all go if someone told me why the man with the scar and Landon were so much alike. Not to mention that I could almost sense that Landon knew me, or rather, knew things about me. How? I didn't have a clue. It was in the way he looked at me, as if he were trying to tell me that he knew my secrets and that my single false move would cause him to reveal everything I wanted to keep hidden.The annoying voice in my head kept telling me that I should have predicted this. The weight of my lies grew, slowly crushing every inch of me. If there were no secrets between us, I could have gotten to the truth about Landon. I could have

AIDENAll for nothing. I walked out of another meeting without a single clue who was after our lives. I entered our suite only to find that Charlie was gone. She probably went for her third meeting with someone terrifyingly boring. I slumped my ass on the sofa and dragged my fingers through my face as frustration grew within me. I hated that feeling, this sickening unknowing, when someone was after me, after her."Sorry, man. I'm not risking my life to help you," said a guy whom I once saved from bankruptcy. He had good connections with the underground and kept collecting information about the recent conflicts. He knew who was after me, or at least he assumed who it was, but he kept his fucking mouth shut. I liked to tell myself that I was nothing like those shitheads I had been dealing with, but that didn't mean that I hadn't thought of resorting to violence and beating the truth out of him. Unfortunately, there were too many guards around for it to go unnoticed.Sighing, I went to t

AIDENTwo Hours Earlier"There!" yelled one of Han's technicians monitoring the screens. "The cameras went out on the thirty-ninth floor." He pointed at the one black monitor in the row of countless others showing live footage from every corner of the hotel. Those cameras might have been turned off by those who were after Charlie, but I couldn't let myself rush there without making sure she wasn't in a completely different part of the hotel."Have you checked the thermal sensors in the ventilation systems?" I asked, stepping closer and glancing between him and three other technicians sitting in the room."Yes," another one answered, turning away from the computer screen and giving me a wry smile. "There's no sign of anyone in the parts of the tunnels we have access to."My irritation flared, and I hardly resisted punching something… or someone. "Are there parts you don't have access to?" I strained through my tightly clenched teeth.The tech guy cleared his throat. "Well, we currently

The next few hours were quite hectic. With the police crowding inside Han's hotel, there was no room for peace and quiet. Fortunately, I had only been questioned once, and the whole procedure was quite unnaturally brief. The main parts of the story were told by Soon Han and his security team members, although I was more than certain that the whole case was handled in a "special" way, and that was certainly because of Han's "unique" connections with Singapore's police.I had a few hours to regenerate before Aiden and I went on board his private jet. I still felt as if I got run over by a truck—twice—and while all my bones were in place, the bruises and strains reminded me of the hell I had gone through with every step I took. The restlessness hadn't left me, not even for a minute, not even knowing that I had Aiden next to me. He kept telling me that Dominique would get caught and that he had no chance to escape the authorities and sneak through Singapore's airport. But there was also t

Was it wise to talk to an angry young man? Probably not. Had I earnestly thought this through? Definitely no! But here I was, sitting with Marc—because that was his first name—Mathews in a café less than a block away from Hart Global.I called Michelle, letting her know that I would be in the office later than usual. Once she learned who I was meeting with, she promised she would cover for me and told me to take my time to find out whatever I needed.I drew in a ragged breath, glancing through the window and knowing that Jason and Ryan were probably somewhere close, keeping an eye on me. I wasn't sure if their protection of me included spying on me, but I knew that I needed to be careful. I had only a not-so-convincing explanation for why I wanted to meet with someone who held an obvious grudge against Hart Global. But this was my chance to learn more about the first case of a Hart Global employee's suicide. I needed to know what caused it and if it could somehow be related to Julienn