Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loving The Man I Wanted To Hate: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Becky’s POVMy jaw hit the floor as I read the news item. A rival company had stolen our new design as theirs, and had already launched it; and guess who the rival company belonged to? Ben Davis!“How did that slimy beast grasp his hand on the secret design?” She asked. “It was just you and I who knew about it.”I was too stunned to say anything.“The investors have already paid for this design, and they are expecting it tomorrow, what the hell am I going to tell them?” She continued, frustrated and angry.“I have no idea of what is going on, I swear I did not leak this,” I said, my mouth was so dry and my voice sounded hoarse.“But do you have an idea of who must have done it?’”I nodded, feeling stupid and told her my suspicions about Steve.“Steve? Impossible. Yes, I know he was a little mad about being replaced, but he would never betray me. We go back a long way.”“He is the only one I can think of,” I said.“If you suspected he had tampered with your computer; why did you not sa

Becky’s POV“Fiancé?” I was astonished. I couldn’t believe it.She nodded. “We have history together.”She went to stand before the high school picture.“We dated in high school, and he proposed to me the day before I graduated from college. We were so much in love. We planned to get married and set up a company together. Everything seemed so perfect. Until I caught him in bed with my bridesmaids a day before the wedding. The beast wasn’t even remorseful. It was then I realized he had never loved me, but had just wanted to use my business brain all along.” She released a sigh. “Steve did warn me then, but I was too blinded by love to listen.”“I am really sorry,” I said, coming to stand beside her. “What did you do?”“I left and never looked back. He used my ideas to start his own company, but being the idiot he is it never worked out. I started Lenora Fashions, and look where I am today. Success is really the best revenge.”“Wow, some history.” I smiled. “What happened to the bridesm

Becky’s POVSandra was in a meeting as I prepared to head home, and she wasn’t answering her phone.I decided to call her later, and walked to my car.Vicki was waiting for me. I smiled, wondering if she thought I would not keep to the appointment.“I know just the right place. I will give you directions,” she said as I got behind the wheel.“Do you go there often?” I asked.“Yeah. I like to have fun when I am done with work. Nice ride. Your family must be loaded.” She grinned. I smiled, not wanting to discuss it. “How do you like the corporate world?” She probed as we took a table in the small busy bar.“Great. I really enjoy the job.”“You like the ups and do not mind the downs?” She smiled.“Yes. And Ms. Martins is so easy to work with.”“She is. I have been here for approximately a month, and it already feels like I am a member of a big family.”I nodded in agreement.“How long have you been working with her?” She asked, sipping her drink.“Not too long.”“And she made you her PA

Phillip’s POVOn the drive home, I kept thinking about what Rebecca had told me about Frank and his new date. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to hear all the details. I turned the wheel and drove to his place. His car was in the driveway, so I knew he was at home.“What is it?” He barked when I knocked on the door.“Easy, it is me.”He unlocked the door. He was holding a bottle of beer.“Hey, you are out late, is everything okay with Anna?” He asked.“Yeah,” I went in. “I was on a date with Rebecca and decided to stop over and say hi.”He shrugged. “Do you want a drink?” I nodded and went to the kitchen to get one.“You have been out?” I asked, pointing to his clothes.“Yea, I just returned,” he grumbled.“Where?” I asked, pretending not to have a clue.“Nowhere important!” He snapped.“What has put you in a bad mood, Frank?” I asked, sitting across from him.He heaved heavily. “I was out on a date.”“Cool. Who is the lucky girl?”“Victoria.”“Do I know her?”“No. Rebecca introduced

Becky’s POV “Is that a threat?” I asked. “Stay away from Phillip!” “And if I don’t?” “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, storming into my office. She looked at Celine. “Are you here on business?” “No, she came here to threaten me,” I said. “I am not threatening anyone,” Celine said, slightly worried. “It is a business hour, if you aren’t here on business then please use the door,” Sandra said firmly. She glared at me, then stormed out muttering to herself. “What was that all about? The design?” Sandra asked me. “No. It was about Phillip.” I gave her a brief history of our relationship. “She has no right to come