All Chapters of Resisting My Ex-Bully: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KILLIANTo say that the last twenty-four hours had been exhausting would have been a huge understatement. Preparing for the sudden trip chained me to the desk in my study for several hours, and the last-minute meetings my father sent me to were an unbelievable pain in the ass. The meetings turned out to be rather pointless, and, by the end of the third one, I had become certain they were meant to keep me occupied and away from other important issues… like the matter of the thief who had tried to steal Josie's purse.My restlessness grew by the heartbeat, and I was seconds away from calling her using my standard phone. I knew that sooner or later, I was bound to do something reckless, and today I was sliding on the verge. I was going to risk making that call. All I needed was a moment of privacy—a place without Estelle or her minions. The problem was that they were hell-bent on guarding me throughout the day, to the ridiculous extent that I couldn't even go to the men's room without se

I surveyed my surroundings as if something as big as a second mattress might have been hard to notice within this spacious bedroom. Restlessness clenched my chest. I ran out of the bedroom and glanced around. There had to be something I could use instead of a bed. A large chair, perhaps?I spotted a settee upholstered in deep purple velvet. It seemed to be an antique, or it had been made to resemble one. I stepped closer and winced at the hard wooden frame and uncomfortable curve that would force my neck to be craned at an awkward angle throughout the night. A hard pass.Two armchairs could have worked. I scanned the furniture carefully and realized that if I moved them together—“The bed is large. You won't even notice me sleeping next to you,” Kaiden's voice sounded behind me.I turned around, giving him a wry smile. He was leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I… I can sleep on the floor,” I stated.“No.” He walked over and grabbed my hand before leading me bac

It took me more than fifteen minutes to calm down after Kaiden had left the room. God… he remembered. He knew what had happened. A part of me wished to know who initiated it, hoping it wasn't me—the rest of me would rather never find out.I clasped my cheeks and blew out a breath, summoning my composure. Then I pulled out my phone and laptop. It was time to come up with a plan. I was in the perfect place to get the evidence I needed. I wasn't allowed to waste such an opportunity.Suddenly, my eyes fixed on the door—my locked door. A bitter smile appeared. I was closer to Killian than I had been since I had moved out of the penthouse, yet I still couldn't even talk to him. My chest tightened as I wondered what his night with Estelle was like. The acidic taste of jealousy flooded my insides. I didn't want Estelle anywhere around Killian. It sickened me that she believed he would soon belong to her, as if he were some object she could possess.I exhaled slowly, disarming my coiling anger

I stumbled back, keeping my eyes on the man before me. In the dimly lit corridor, he resembled a feral beast—a predator, a second from devouring its prey. I closed my eyes and opened them again, forcing myself to shove the fear away. The tall Asian in front of me resembled one of those main leads in Chinese romance dramas. His black suit alluringly complimented his well-built body. His short, black hair was ideally styled, and every angle of his face seemed perfect. And if he hadn't been so insanely intimidating, I would have called him stunning.“Who are you? How did you get here?” His full lips formed a faint, nearly pleasant smile. His tone was soft, coaxing, but I didn't miss the deadly, sharp edge an inch beneath the surface.I sucked in a ragged breath and painted a nervous smile. Play dumb, my instincts told me. I listened. “I-I am Mr. Yan's guest. I didn't know I wasn't allowed here. I still suffer from jetlag. I couldn't sleep, so I walked out of the room and just walked and

Estelle had been right about one thing: Yan Hao had an army of men at his disposal. More than three dozen men guarded this goddamn mansion around the clock, and I could bet this was only a fracture of his potential. The fucking Triad.The only good thing was that not all of those guards were well-trained. It was easy to notice the difference in their stance and the slight delay in their reaction whenever they noticed someone was coming. Those untrained, I assumed, had just passed their Triad initiation. Nonetheless, their raw skills were enough to protect the less important floors, staircases, or gardens. The higher floors were left for the elite, hand-picked by Satoh Ryuu.When Yan Hao introduced him as his right-hand man, I couldn't hide my surprise. I didn't think there were many Japanese in the Chinese Triads, not that Yan Hao nor anyone else mentioned the Triads. Officially, Satoh Ryuu was the COO of Diamond Dragon Entertainment, but he resembled a trained assassin more than a sk