All Chapters of My Target is My Lover: A Billionaire's Secret Affairs: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena closed the gate and caught a bouquet of roses was laid through her sight. Her mind was alarmed and running some flagrant suspicions. She picked it up from the front door rug before she unlocked the door. It was ten at night. She just arrived home from the campus and was wondering who put the bouquet of roses without sender’s name but it had a tag ‘congratulations for you’. She looked around but the quietness of the night having along with some dimmed street lamps made the night crawling around the neighborhood where she lived quite shivering to be honest. She only saw a silver Jeep entering the garage of the house they bought from Mrs. Ruth, the previous owner. Just a few seconds after she locked the gate… ‘I hope nobody’s there!’ she checked her surroundings and she grabbed the broom with her. She walked to surround the front yard, sneaked into the locked back door. It was empty… She could exhale in a relieved way when her suspicious mind wasn’t proved right

“Miss Elena”. Elena stopped walking and turned around. She saw Mrs. Bright was catching her steps up. The campus corridor was quite busy with some stuff scattering around, doing their own. “Could we talk for awhile in my room please?” Mrs. Bright smiled at her. She appeared much softer in her voice than a few evenings inside her class. Elena was stunned to find Mrs. Bright approaching her with a big smile on that lady. “Yes, Mrs. Bright?” Elena grinned. “Of course, Mrs. Bright.” Elena followed Mrs. Bright and she found Mrs. Bright intentionally slowed down her pace to walk with her side by side. The woman with a blonde hair style back to Marilyn Monroe’s style opened the door room. “Make yourself, Miss Elena”. She stood by the door, waited for Elena and closed the door. That woman moved her hand with nails polished in red and signed Elena to take a seat in front of her desk while she poured two cups of coffee. Elena rubbed her eyebrows and watched ev

Dante lit up his cigarette. Turning his head back to a man who was sitting in front of him. “I think right now Edward Philippe will approach surely his down curve.” He curled his lips downward, “His company market will be slowed down. What news telling about it. We will find it out soon.” Curtis sniffed. Considering that he had shared what his dad inherited him in some enterprises under The Philippe’s Corporation. He didn’t want to get burned into Dante’s games. A lite games should be arranged carefully… “It’s only a warn for him. I don’t think I will agree with you to make that company stopping for good.” He gazed at Dante. Dante smirked and blew the smokes out. “We can be a partner. If the stock prices turn down, you can buy as much as you want. At least, the power will be yours.” “I will lend you much money as you need to buy Edward’s company.” He spoke and continued to walk around the table. “I can give you a loan with minimum interest.” Curtis threw h

The music sounded quite loud, coming out from speaker laid on the floor. Her hips were slithering along the pole as the instrumental music was vibing. The two long legs wrapping in black net stocking clenched as she swayed her back with one hand was holding the pole. She looked like a beautiful butterfly with its flapping wings everytime she moved her legs along that smooth surface of metal. The grain of sweat dripped on the floor. The scene captured Curtis’s eyes as he entered the house. He gasped. One of her legs was spreading on the pole, like a snake slithering a smooth surface. He sighed as his wild imagination was dancing too, watching her crawling on him like a snake. He slammed the door, running to reach the woman from falling down. The woman was laughing. She wrapped her arms on Curtis’s neck. “Damn you made me getting butterflies in my stomach.” Curtis grabbed the woman into his arms. She still giggled. “I am a professional dancer, honey.” Her eyes wer

‘It’s been long time, Martinez.’ Edward was sitting on a boulder, the environment where he sat, surrounded by the old and big trees. ‘The place where I am now, it wasn’t The Jedediah Redwoods park as Mom used to take us there, but it’s the place I mostly visit whenever I need you and remember you.’ He sighed, looking around, the streaming little river was near. The voice of chirping birds, bustling wind hit him. It was hard breeze and actually made him quite chilling. He was just a passenger of the train of his thoughts, running into the dark tunnel. He just felt to enjoy it or tried to negotiate the feeling of blue battling with some old memories inside. ‘We always like being in this kind of place. Mom told us to do it, hearing the sound of nature as listening to our hearts. Though it was indifferently difficult to do both at the same time.’ Edward held his hair as the wind messed it up, falling into his eyes. ‘We used to love river that the water is clean like a cry