All Chapters of The Billionaire's Confession: Love after Divorce: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lana pov It has only been three hours since we rescued Caroline from the clutches of those ruthless kidnappers, yet I find myself pondering the nature of her connection to them. My thoughts persisted as I made my way to Caroline's hospital room. She was taken to the hospital after fainting on the street where we found her and Alex. As I pushed the door open, I leaned against it, observing her as she slept peacefully. It was evident that she had not rested for days, likely consumed by thoughts of how to escape her captors. Poor Caroline; I can only imagine how her sharp tongue may have provoked the kidnappers. I chuckled to myself, acknowledging her tendency to irritate others. Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my reverie. I turned to see Jenkin. "Ma'am Lana, you have been watching Caroline for quite some time. She will recover," he said in a soothing tone, reassuring me about her condition. I nodded, determined to dispel my feelings of anxiety regarding her

Lana pov “Mrs. Lana, could you please inform the press about what or whom you have been searching for?” I exhaled deeply, my heart racing even though Caroline was leading the interview. A sense of anxiety enveloped me as if my entire existence was being subjected to ridicule. It was an overwhelming feeling. “Lana, please focus and speak clearly. I have more pressing matters to attend to, understood?” she stated sharply while preparing the camera for recording. “Why are you so serious at this moment?” I let out a sigh, quickly rising to the couch to compose myself, attempting to ease the tension in my jaw and regain my breath. I have a rather unpredictable friend who fails to treat me with the consideration I deserve simply because she works in the media. “Caroline, can you please take this seriously? I need a moment to collect myself.” Standing in front of the camera is quite daunting. I require a moment to breathe. "Caroline, please," I implored, striving to steady my racing

Red Satin Lana's Pov Dressed in a red satin short gown, I spun, checking myself out in the mirror. My curled hair cascaded below my shoulders accentuating my look. My cheekbones were highlighted with the little brown blush I added to my cheeks and my lips were a moderate nude pink mixed with a bit of brown color. I felt beautiful, gorgeous, and confident, and I didn't think anything could beat the feeling. I walked towards my bed before taking a champagne stiletto heels with its glimmering strings. My well-manicured hands enhanced the look of my nude-colored nails, and when I stood again, an inch taller this time, I was proud of who I was looking at in the mirror. "Damnnnn." My head instinctively turned towards the origin of the voice. It was of course it was Caroline. A smile made its way to my lips. I couldn't help it. "You're about to steal the attention of every man the moment you walk into that restaurant." "Don't start," I said, giving her a playful glare. "I'm not st

Search Lana's Pov The thought of that night crossed my mind once more. Seeing Sarah with another man made it very clear to me that Donovan wasn't happy in his marriage. All he did with Sarah was tolerate her, probably for Bryan. The night she had hit me on the cheeks all because of Donovan didn't leave my mind. I guess Caroline was right, in some ways, but in this way, it was Sarah's story. The same way you got them could be the same way you lose them. Sarah was never faithful when she knew that Donovan had a wife, she went as far as hitting me in the face while Donovan stood there and did nothing. I chuckled to myself. Karma was indeed a bitch. I glanced up at Donovan whose eyes were on his wife who was occupied with the man she was speaking with, her eyes twinkling with wonder, a little smile playing on her lips. I sipped my juice through the straw. As a woman, I knew that look anywhere. She wasn't just noting everything he was saying, she was interested in that man. I ticked my

On a date night Lana's Pov I can't believe she made me do this. I looked at myself in the mirror, all glammed up. "You didn't have to this extreme though," I said as she fixed my makeup referring to the cuff she had used to stick me to the chair. "We both know you needed it, if you didn't, I wouldn't have had this chance." She said. "It's just a date." I gritted out. "It's not just any date. It's a date with one of the richest men out there. I mean he's ready to settle down too and he already picked interest in you, especially when he realized you're single." She emphasized, and all I could do was sigh. I didn't want to go on this date. But with how she was so insistent on it I guess I just had to go for it. I just hope he will turn out nice. Once she was done with the touching up of my makeup, she stepped back to admire her work. I cocked a brow at my reflection. I looked gorgeous but still felt like a beautiful prisoner in designed clothes. The cuff on my wrist looked