All Chapters of Sold To The Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"DO YOU THINK I was a bad mother?"Jose glanced at her. They helped the cops to find her daughter, but so far, there has been no progress with the investigation. They had just collected all the CCTV footage and were reviewing it at the station. According to the cops, it might take another hour for Michelle to hear from them.She had nothing to do but wait. Michelle was already damn worried. Every second passed, Marsha’s life was in danger. A pang of anxiety consumed her thoughts. At the same time, she blamed herself as to why Marsha ran away. Had she only understood Marsha and given her what she wanted, things would not have turned into a mess like this.Marsha’s classmates would not have bullied her, and she would not have gone missing."I know you are trying your best, Signora," Jose replied in his soothing voice. He’d been trying to make her calm, but her heart would not relax unless she got to see her daughter safe."Whenever

"I'VE GOT SOME information for you, Mr. Steinfield," the private investigator told him during a phone call.Holding a glass of whiskey, Ethan was standing across the picturesque night view of the city of Milan, which could be viewed through the wide glass window from the VIP hotel suite he stayed at. He sipped on his glass while the other hand was holding the phone right next to his ear."Hmm, entertain me. Fire it away.""Michelle Finley, 28 years old, migrated to Milan six years ago. Her flower shop, which she named after her daughter, was known in Brera. She has a daughter whose name is Marsha, a 5-year-old girl who goes to the Brera Kindergarten school. She was never seen with other men except with Jose Bianchi, a businessman whose relationship with her hasn’t been confirmed yet. But they seemed very close," informed by the private investigator."How about her daughter’s father?""Definitely not Jose Bianchi, but I’m still loo

MICHELLE LET OUT a loud exhale as she palmed her forehead. Once again, she wasn’t able to talk to the man who helped Marsha. The more their paths crossed without a conversation, the more she felt indebted to the man. She wanted to thank him so badly for his help, for without his help, Marsha might have been involved in trouble she couldn’t ever imagine.Sighing, she went back to the alfresco area of the restaurant, only to find Marsha leaning against the wall, head lowered as if her mind was clouded by something. Michelle had always thought that her daughter was ahead of the other kids her age. She was profound, a great observer, and had a smart mouth, which, by the way, she got from her own mother."I didn’t get a chance to speak with your hero once again," Michelle remarked, walking closer to her daughter and crouching in front of her. "It seems to me that your big man is too busy to have a minute with me. So, did you play with him?"Marsha n

ETHAN WENT back to the Brera Kindergarten after a few minutes. By that time, Michelle had already left the premise which would allow him to stalk Marsha without getting caught. His arm was rested on the side window, index finger gently caressing his lower lip while he was in a deep contemplation.In order to perform a DNA, he needed to get a sample of Marsha’s saliva or strand of hair. He breathed hard, knowing that his plan was not legal, for Michelle had no idea about it. However, he ran out of option. He knew Michelle would never agree performing a DNA even if he asked politely. There was no other way but to do it in a crook manner.A few hours later, the kindergarten school’s bell rang, an indication for lunch break. Ethan went to the main gate and was assisted by the guard.“May I help you, Signor?”“I’m here to visit a student. Marsha Finley,” he said.The guard nodded in response. “May I know how are you related to the kid?”“I am the man who saved her. She was the child who we

AFTER A DEEP contemplation, Michelle had finally decided to contact her best friend, Megan, who was living in the United States. Her palms were sweating as she sat down on the table, facing her laptop and then logging into her email account.For the first time after escaping six years ago, she checked her personal email and figured out that Megan had sent her hundreds of emails all this time. Her eyes burned, hot tears starting to pool in them as she scrolled all the way down, scanning the subjects of Megan’s email which all asking her to come back and to contact her.Out of fear that she would get caught, she cut her connection to the only person who understood and had taken her side without any judgment, which was Megan. She had no courage to tell her best friends her whereabouts as she wanted to go on with her pregnancy without any issues, and without the people who had contributed to her struggle back in the United States.She didn’t tell Megan... as she knew Marsha’s father would