Semua Bab Revenge on My Ex-husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

JAMESON'S POV “Adrian Jerome is missing". I read out loud. “What?" Charlotte walked up to me and snatched the phone out of my hand, reading the message herself. “Oh God". She whispered. “What's happening?" “With what?" Jenn asked. She had been rummaging through cupboards. “Adrian Jerome is missing." Charlotte breathed. “Who the fuck is that?" She asked. “Another member of the Star Trust board". I replied. Jenn cocked her head. “What? In less than two weeks?" “Someone is after them" Charlotte whispered. “That should explain the letters?" Jenn half asked. I snapped my fingers. “Yes, you're right. Perhaps the killer had been threatening him". I began to pace, scenarios and possibilities forming in my head. “But Brandon thinks I've been sending the letters". Charlotte said. The room halted. “Fuck". I muttered. “So that means he thinks you're responsible for Nathaniel's death and Adrian's disappearance". Charlotte looked u

CHARLOTTE'S POV “What?" He said, looking confused. “I heard you and Jenn. I listened to the entire thing". I nodded at the realization on his face. “You don't get to decide if it's too late". “But isn't it?" He asked hopelessly. “Guys, I'm hungry". Jenn shouted. Our heads turned simultaneously to the sound of her voice.“I'm hungry too". I said, walking past him out of the room. “This isn't over". I called back to him.** “You know, Lettie". Jenn said around a mouthful of food. “I thank God everyday that I have a friend that really is a such terrific cook". I rolled my eyes, wondering why she was being a chatterbox all of a sudden. “Jameson did most of the cooking, not me". She turned to him. “Oh well. That means I have-wait what?" She turned back to me. “Jameson?" “He cooks better than I do" I said somewhat proudly. “And why don't I know this?" Her look turned accusing. I shrugged. “I don't know, probably because whenever I talk abo

CHARLOTTE'S POV “PG 27 here, please" Jenn said loudly, forcing us to separate. “Have mercy on the single ladies". She snarked. “You're 27". Jameson pointed out. She glared at him. “Oh, sorry. I forgot y'all are weird about stuff like that". He muttered. “I'll go watch a movie or something". She stood. “Please entertain her well. You were all she could talk about before she got here". She said as she walked out of the room. “Jenn!". I scolded. “Love you too". She yelled back. “Soon they'll be making babies or something". She muttered. “What's with her?" Jameson asked me, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “She's squeamish". I replied. She was, technically. “I see". He replied. He sat. “So", he smiled wickedly. “Were you really talking about me?" I blushed. “She was exaggerating". “Was she?" He asked his smile growing wider. “She was". I looked away from his eyes. He was quiet for too long, and I looked back at h

BRANDON'S POV Her scream jolted me, but I still stood rooted as she ran to the bathroom. Part of her neck and her palm was red and she hissed as the water touched her. I remembered her father, and finally moved. I took her palm tenderly and led her away from the water. “I'm sorry". I said remorsefully. She sniffed, wincing in a way that was definitely not entirely true. I sat her on the bed and absent mindedly looked for balm. I found it and applied it on her scalded skin. “I'm sorry". I said again. She whimpered. “I'm sorry I couldn't get the address from my dad. You knew he would not have told me any way". She whimpered again. I blinked blankly at her. “That's why you're mad, isn't it?" “Not everything is about you". I muttered, still rubbing the injury. She pulled her hand away. “You'll rub the skin off". She examined it. “Not like it wouldn't scar anyway." She looked up at me. “Why are you mad then? Was it the message you got?" “Adrian is-" I couldn't fin

TATIANA'S POV Brandon still hadn't showed up by the next morning, and I did not mind. It gave me the opportunity to slip out of the house unnoticed, even by Emile. Emile made me nervous, Brandon's interest in her was truly unsettling. And I worried that I'd loose him to her, the same way Charlotte had lost him to me. It was fitting, if I wanted to be honest, that someone took him from me too, the same way I'd taken him from someone else. But I did not believe in Karma. I believed in seeing what I wanted and going for it. And that's exactly what I did with Brandon. I wasn't losing him to a help. I was already obsessed with going out, it was obvious I did not have to do it every day, but I did it anyway. As i turned into the drive way of the small house I'd come to love so much I marvelled, as I always did, at how it could be so small and hold so many pleasures at the same time. I'd never really thought about it, but I realised that it was true when they said that home was about th