All Chapters of Bidding for love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

John's POVSurprised or shocked, I couldn't actually place my emotions at the moment. Why would the warden do something like that for me, right in public? Questions reeled through my mind, and I couldn't get answers to them. I didn't feel pity for the lifeless body next to me. All I cared about was what risks or threats this action could pose to the warden's job. After our meals, we were asked back to our cells by the guards. A few minutes later, I was interrupted by a guard who came into the cell to take me. “The warden wants you in his office right away,” he demanded. Left with no choice, I followed him as he led the way to his office. “Mr. Stones. The man of the game,” he smiled as I was ushered into his office. “You seem too excited for a man who just murdered a man down there,” I said shockingly. He smirked. “What's with the sudden act? I did it to save you. Besides, you can't deny that you're a torturer yourself.” I locked my gaze onto him as I took a seat. “What ar

Sarah's POV“Hit it, we're running out of time. We don't have much time on our side,” I yelled. “I'm doing my best, ma'am,” he replied. “Just shut up and drive.” In no time, we got to the prison. I quickly rushed out of the car and ran towards the visitors section. “I'd love to see Mr. John Stones,” I requested urgently. My voice reeked with urgency and impatience. “The warden has strictly instructed that we should reject any visitors today, ma'am,” he replied. “You've got to be kidding. You know John, right? Ti's is urgent, please,” I pleaded. “I'm afraid there's nothing I can do,” he replied. “You need to…” “Leave now!” he instructed, his voice reeking with so much command. I observed the environment and realised that it wasn't so welcoming for me. This isn't a coincidence. This must be one of his plans, knowing that I would get to the truth eventually. I need to come up with a plan. Mum! I rushed out and went back into my car. “Let's go back to my mother's house,” I

Sarah's POVThe scene displayed on the television shocked the audience. They showed John walking into a room, armed to the teeth. “Don't worry, darling. I know everything is going to be alright,” I whispered to him. “This evidence has ruined everything we have against them,” Russell sighed and sank on his seat. “Your honour, as you can see, John isn't just a sadist. He is also an armed killer,” Robert announced. I looked around in court, expecting to see Rosaline. I knew I was wrong to have trusted her. Because of her, I've screwed the whole plan up. “Mr. John Stones, do you have anything against the evidence before us?” The Judge asked. John cleared his throat as he looked at me again. “Your honour, this evidence is a lie,” John claimed. “Is your lawyer aware of this?” She asked. “No, your honour,” he replied. “So, not only were you found guilty of this crime, you also kept away such useful information from your lawyer,” the judge said. Things were getting heated up in

John's POV I felt so helpless as I watched her cry out her heart. My clothes were getting soaked in her tears, and she wasn't ready to stop. I have never seen her in such a devastating state, and I am not willing to see her like this again. Eventually, she fell asleep on my lap. I quietly carried her to the room and made sure she was comfortable. I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead and headed out immediately. I needed to have a personal meeting with the inspector. He insisted that I shouldn't tell Sarah about it. “Hello, Johnson,” I shook his hand as I walked into his office. “Mr. Stones. You're highly welcome. Make yourself comfortable,” he gestured towards a sofa before me. “You have a perfect sofa,” I complimented. “Thank you. Here is the bullet we acquired from the scene,” he handed me a nylon file where the bullet was. “It looks like it had a writing inscribed on it,” I observed. “That's the reason I gave it to you. I'll love you to read it,” he suggested. I looke

Sarah's POVIt was a long day. I mean, this is the longest day I have ever had in a while. When we arrived at the hospital, we requested a file bearing my name. But it took longer than I had expected. Unfortunately, we didn't get what we were looking for as well. “This is useless,” I sighed. “We'll get what we want. We just have to be persistent,” John assured. “Any lead in my mother's killer?” I asked curiously as the question just popped into my mind. “I'm afraid no,” he replied. “Today is the worst day for me. Everything isn't going well,” I lamented. “I guess I have something that will cheer you up. Let us leave this place,” he suggested as he gave me his hand. “What are you up to?” I giggled. “Let's make it a surprise, I'll be driving anyway,” he said. We quickly got into my car, and he sped off. I had no idea where he was talking to me, and I didn't want to keep throwing silly questions at him. My heart raced in expectation as he drove. Eventually, we came to a st