บททั้งหมดของ LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I was intrigued by the destination he was taking me to. He made an effort to reassure me and ease my nerves, ensuring me that he had no ill intentions. His behaviour on the first day of work was drawing attention and reminded me of Wale. I noticed he was wearing a wedding band as he gripped the steering wheel, which immediately raised a red flag in my mind, "Is he married?" I pondered. He caught me staring at his wedding ring, and I quickly averted my gaze. Out of the blue, he asked, "Do you have a fiancé?" I was taken aback and struggled to respond. "I could recommend a place where you can find high-quality wedding rings," He said. His sudden kindness surprised me, leaving me puzzled about his true intentions. I remained silent, and he chuckled, "Don't tell me you're unattached. Then why are you fixated on my wedding ring?" He continued, "You probably think someone like me should be single. Well, I'm married with two daughters, so rest assured, you're safe around me. I am devoted t

JOLAADE’S POV I had just completed my morning run and was on my way home when Bella called me. I was taken aback when she informed me that the woman who stole the insurance had been apprehended and she also updated me on how Mr. Richard's cousin played a significant role in solving the case. I couldn't help but burst into laughter when I learned that Officer Frederick wanted him and his team to be recognized as the primary individuals who cracked the case. "He has a great sense of humour," I chuckled and congratulated Bella on a job well done. Our conversation ended as I reached my front door and entered my house, making sure to lock the door behind me. I was perspiring profusely and knew I needed to take a shower immediately. I removed my sweatshirt and sweatpants and wrapped myself in a towel. Standing before the mirror, I examined myself closely, scrutinizing every detail from the pores on my face, eyebrows, the colour of my eyes, neckline, hair, and even the prominent scar that

‘...With fragile steps, she regained the ground Her child’s forgiveness, a love unbound In final days, she held her dear And proved her love, wiped away each tear Though scars remain, love shines so bright A mother’s love, a child’s heart made right.’ While my mother may not have been flawless, she always tried her hardest. She loved, made errors, and grew from them, but fate had its own plans. There's no point in pointing fingers at her; after all, she was only human. However, I can't help but resent the day that demon of a stepfather entered our lives. If he hadn't shown up, things would have been different, and I wouldn't have had to endure a traumatic upbringing, struggling to move beyond the past. >>>>> I awoke as soon as I opened my eyes, only to find my vision obscured by a cloth bag over my face. I felt restrained, with my arms and legs tied to the chair I was seated in. I could hear footsteps and voices around me, but I was completely disoriented and clueless about my

"Which one?" inquired the man. "The one named Bella from her office," he reported, and I was taken aback. 'No!' I thought silently to myself. "That makes it even better. The insurance money," Benson chuckled sarcastically. I longed to caution Bella against paying the money. The situation was not unfolding as I had envisioned. "Has she agreed to meet?" he inquired. "Yes, sir." He turned to me and remarked, "If this Bella compensates me generously, I might consider releasing you and disregarding the remainder," a statement I knew was a blatant falsehood. Standing up, he turned to leave, stating, "You know, it will be quite entertaining to witness you lose all those you hold dear," his gaze piercing, causing my heart to race as I realized he might harm Bella. "Inform her not to even consider involving the authorities," he instructed the man triumphantly as he walked away. A few minutes passed before he returned, questioning if she had arrived. Bella was still nowhere to be seen

Weeks of tranquillity were abruptly interrupted by a resounding knock at my door at the early hour of 5 am. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me, evoking daydreams and stirring my senses. As I opened the door, he approached, standing close enough to feel the delicate fabric of my nightgown against his fingertips. Gently, he lifted my hand from the doorknob and closed the door, his gaze never leaving mine. In his customary morning voice that never failed to elicit butterflies, he began, "Make me understand..." His touch grazed my exposed right shoulder, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. With a soft caress, he traced his fingers along my shoulder and posed a provocative question, "Was he better than me?" My eyes widened. "Did he caress you with the same tenderness as I do? Or does he possess twice my strength?" Those words ignited a flame within me as he playfully placed his hand on my cheek, running his fingers through the back of my head, his thumb gently tracing my lips a