All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Escape Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KatarinaI could help but feel like Jerome was slowly beginning to pull away from me. He was always lost in his thoughts all the time, and barely gave me any attention since he came back. He was constantly busy, or occupied with something important, one that he would never tell me. I had no idea what had changed, nor did I know what I had done wrong. He seemed like a completely new person ever since he came back, and I was yet to get used to this part of him. I wanted to confront him about it, but felt that it might be too early. Perhaps he was just mad about something, and it was probably best to let him handle his internal conflicts first before jumping to conclusions. After all, it's only been two days since he came back."Should I make lunch for the both of us? You haven't eaten since morning." I asked in an attempt to start up a conversation with Jerome, but as expected he quickly shut me down with a simple wave of his head. "Don't bother yourself, I'll find something to eat

Kylan I stared in horror at the sight before me. The Christopher that I had brushed off as a regular one had turned out to be my brother, and now I was ridiculed with regret. However, now was not the moment to worry about regrets. I needed to take Lisa out of here more than anything, but I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Christopher had a gun with him, and it was aimed right at me. Makayla on the other hand stood aside, a wicked grin spread across her face. I couldn't say I was surprised to see her, but I was definitely shocked that she was working with Christopher. I thought she would be wiser to realize that Christopher was not going to help her. He only cared about himself, but Makayla had proven once again that I always gave her too much credit. She was not smart, and now I was convinced. "Christopher? What are you doing here? What's the meaning of all this?" It was Lisa who did the questioning. She was very obviously oblivious to Christopher's true identity, and she still

Kylan I thought I'd feel pain, but I didn't. It was probably because I was dead, corpses can't feel pain, could they? No, I wasn't dead, at least not yet. There was no pain, and I could still see light simmering through the window even with my closed eyes. But then again, Christopher had fired, so what did he hit? Terrified, and curious, I opened my eyes to meet Makayla in a tug of war with Christopher. She might be on his side, but she clearly wasn't okay with him Killing me. The first shot had pierced through the window, and only heaven knows who or what it had hit. "What do you think you're doing, Makayla? Have you officially lost your mind?" Christopher inquired with a suspicious look on his face. He clearly wasn't happy with the fact that Makayla was getting in his way, and he was evidently disgusted by the fact that she had come to my defense. "This wasn't part of the plan. You said you wouldn't kill any of them, so what exactly are you doing? If you kill him, everybod

KatarinaI met Kylan in the living room. His eyes were glued to the screen before him, but I could tell that he wasn't paying attention to a single thing that was happening before him. He seemed confused, lost, and his eyes were heavy with guilt. I felt sad just watching him sit down with such a helpless demeanor. However, I knew better than to fall for his tricks. He was clearly a master of deceit, and I would be a fool to believe anything coming from him. "Lisa—" Kylan paused as though he had choked on his own breath. "Katarina, you're up?!" He corrected himself before rising from his seat ecstatically. It was clear he had been waiting for me since the second I told him that I needed rest. And from the look of things, he hadn't gotten any rest himself. There were heavy bags under his eyes, and if I didn't know better, I would have concluded that Kylan had cried. It didn't matter, even if he did cry, it probably wasn't for me. It was probably because he had just lost his sister

KatarinaIt took a while for Joanna to get to my apartment, but I was happy she did. I honestly didn't expect her to come to my aid so quickly, she was kind, and I was happy that we were friends. I had a lot to tell her, but first, I owed her an apology. "I'm sorry, Joanna. I'm sorry I left without saying anything to you." I was in tears as I spoke. It was wrong of me to keep her in the dark about my whereabouts for so long. I had no idea what she had been through, or what she was going through at the moment. Yet, she had responded to me the moment I called out to her. However, I ignored her calls throughout the first month after I'd run away from home. I cut contact with her, but here I was seeking her help. I was pathetic, and I needed to acknowledge that. Joanna smiled, her eyes bright with forgiveness and concern. She hugged me tightly, and I couldn't help but feel more pathetic about myself. She had forgiven me in a heartbeat, and I had no idea how I was supposed to return th