All Chapters of His Runaway Angel : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was quiet when Hana got home. A trip of twenty minutes had turned into forty-five minutes, and she spent the next fifteen minutes preparing herself to face the entire family. Cara would always have her back, but her nineteen-year-old sister could only do so much for her. Her mother would defend her until it was her father attacking her. In summary, she was alone. Gathering courage, she walked up the stairs and opened the door. Her breath faltered as she got a look at the people in the living room. Her father jumped to his feet, and her mother rushed after him to hold him back from hitting her. He had never hit her before, but he looked ready to start today. Hana shrank into the corner. Cara offered her a small smile, unable to do more. “Where have you been?” he yelled.  “Hi, Baba,” she replied with a little wave.  “Baba?” he said, face twisting in disgust like he didn’t want to be associated with his first daughter. Hana’s mother s

Calvin walked into Kenna Lounge, the hotel he had brought Angel to. Unlike that night when he came in, he was in a foul mood today. It was only 6 am on Monday, but the city was busy. He ignored the greeting from the receptionist as he made his way to the private elevator that would take him to his suite. Knowing the memories it held, he had no idea why this was the first place he thought of visiting, but he couldn’t bring himself to head to his condo instead. The elevator pinged, and he stepped out. Getting inside the living area, he dumped his briefcase on a sofa without checking to know where it landed. His next destination was the bar. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, no ice, and returned to the living room. Sitting on the floor, he dragged the coffee table closer to him and dropped the glass on it. The glass was barely on the table when a memory slammed into him. Images of him and Angel drinking hot chocolates pushed into his mind.  Calvin shove

Calvin started his day on an awful note. Mr Tommy wanted to know if there was any progress, and the others were asking for an update. He ignored his assistant hot on his heels as he fled to his office. His office door opened moments after he was inside. He slung his jacket over his chair and stood behind it. Destinee edged away from the door, her face a cold mask of professionalism. Calvin stared at his wristwatch and back at her. She was yet to speak. “What is it, Destinee?” Calvin asked. He wasn’t always this snappy, but he had grown awful at controlling his temper since that blue-eyed woman walked out on him. Sitting, he tapped on his keyboard and scrolled through the list of other publishers on his monitor screen. Destinee stopped behind the chair in front of his desk. She was too silent today. “What do you want?”Fucking Diane had not helped. Thoughts of the woman he would not mention still plagued his mind, and the only thing h

Hana sat in front of her laptop. The cursor blinked, and she stared at the new page for so long it made her eyes water. The manuscript she had been working on was in that purse those men took from her. Surprisingly, she didn’t miss it. She knew what story she wanted to write next, and her fingers itched to be put to use. This time, she would be smart enough to write into the laptop first. Instead of the arduous process of writing into a note first, then typing it out she had always employed.Opening the Word document, she gawked at the front page that should hold the title for a few seconds, then typed in one word. Unknown. A title could come later after the story. Grabbing a notepad, she scribbled down rough details about her characters. That part wasn’t difficult. Kyle’s features were engrained in her memory. She listed down everything from her memory. His grey eyes. Tiny full-stop birthmark on his jaw. Black hair so soft she miss

Calvin picked up immediately. He owed his friend lunch and maybe even dinner.“Are you busy?” Charles asked as soon as the call connected.Curt and straight to the point wasn’t Charles’ style, but Calvin didn’t call him out on it. Stress could make a man act out of character sometimes. He snapped his fingers, and his driver started the car. It was back to the office for Calvin, but that idea didn’t appeal to him like it should. He looked out the window as they joined the traffic.“No,” he replied. “Not now. What’s up?”Charles ratted out the name of a restaurant, and in a few minutes, Calvin was on his way there.Calvin checked his social media. He might not be as active as his siblings were on the apps, but he had accounts there. He was on a mission. Scouring through the Instagrâm page of The Duchess, he scoffed at the number of followers on their page. 2M. He had nev