All Chapters of The Billionaire's Confession: Love after Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Author pov The gunfire rang out three times, cutting through the air. Fear gripped everyone, and they ducked for cover. "Caroline! Caroline!" Lana whispered urgently, scanning the area for any sign of her friend. When she finally looked up, she realized the place was deserted; she was alone in the building. "Caroline! Caroline!" she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls, but all she heard in return was the sound of her voice. Lana stood in the center, lost in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself in terror. Tears filled her eyes. "Where's Caroline?" she thought, her voice trembling. A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she quickly searched every corner of the room. As she searched, the silence thickened around her, wrapping her like a dense fog. Lana's breaths were shallow, and her heart raced in her chest. She shouted again, "Caroline! Please respond!" Yet, the only reply was the fading echo of her voice, swallowed by the emptiness. Then, Lana noticed a piece of

Lana pov The air was cold, and I still had my jacket on, feeling the chill seep into my skin. Sitting on the floor, I let my tears flow. I had missed work for days while searching for Caroline, who had been my source of joy. She had even told me not to worry about finding her. My thoughts spiraled as I reached for my phone, wondering if I should try calling her again. I crawled on the floor to grab it. "Damn it, Lana, you're so lazy," I muttered quietly. Once I had the phone, I began scrolling through the contacts. "Caroline, you crazy bitch," I said with a faint laugh, recalling the name I had saved for her. I called the number, but it was immediately restricted. Customer service kept insisting the number didn’t exist, which was impossible since I had been using it for a long time. I frowned and continued trying when the doorbell suddenly rang, startling me. I searched my mind for anyone I might be expecting but couldn’t recall. Wait, Lana, Lana… I shouted my name as I rushe

Bryan's kidnap Author pov Mother, I find the game station to be quite enjoyable. It is both vibrant and educational, and the action resembles that of the cartoons I have watched on television. Bryan quietly expressed his thoughts to his mother, Sarah, while tapping on her intricately designed short gown. She was momentarily distracted by the ice cream vendor, who was captivating the children with his enchanting display, causing them to jump with excitement. "Mother? Are you paying attention to me?" he interrupted her distracted state. "Yes, my dear, I apologize," she replied with a chuckle, gently stroking his hair while her gaze continued to be drawn to the vendor's mesmerizing performance. Bryan's excitement was palpable as he said, "The game station is really fun! Can I play a bit more? I want to try the racing game now." Sarah looked away from the ice cream vendor and smiled at him. “Sure, sweetie. You can play for a little while longer, but remember, we have to leave so

Caroline pov Lana could have excelled as a detective if her emotions didn't hold her back. I doubted I could transform her into a tough, unfeeling person; she always seemed like a sorrowful puppy, lamenting those who had wronged her. “Lana, what exactly did you want me to do about Sarah? Did you want me to kill her?” I asked calmly, almost teasingly, but she took it to heart. Her voice rang out from the bathroom. “Caroline! There’s plenty of room in prison for you alone because I won’t be going there with you.” Her shrill soprano sent chills down my spine, and I hugged her pillow tightly, trying to shield myself from causing more trouble. “I was just joking, Lana; I didn’t mean it,” I said gruffly, muffling my voice with the pillow, feeling embarrassed to even acknowledge her nonsense. I knew she wouldn’t trust me again after what I had done. I gradually rose from the bed, still clutching my pillow, and headed to the bathroom. Lana stood at the sink, her eyes filled with a mix o

Lana pov When we arrived at the cafe, we snagged the last available seat, but I felt frustrated that we always ended up in this position during our visits. I frowned as we settled in near my favorite flower verse, which was the only thing that managed to lift my spirits, even if it made me smile. I couldn't help but notice Caroline, who had been grinning at her phone since we walked in. I inquired, perplexed, "What is so amusing that you cannot take your eyes off your phone?" She did not respond, continuing to laugh at her amusement rather than at anything I had said. Her demeanor made me increasingly uncomfortable, prompting me to shift in my seat three times. A sense of jealousy washed over me as I realized she was engrossed in a conversation with someone else. "Caroline?" I called out in a calm tone. She merely shrugged and nodded slightly, avoiding eye contact. "What is it, Lana? You have been calling my name. Please place your order, and I will place mine, as it seems you no