All Chapters of Escaping my heartless billionaire husband : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

(Karis's pov) If you want to crash an engagement party never show up early. The party was scheduled to start by 8 pm and it was already 8:30 pm when I felt home. "I investigated your father as requested, and the rumours are true he plans on handing over the company to Emma. This year, the company has started syphoning funds to avoid paying the inheritance taxes." Skyler informed me drawing my attention from the window. "That's not unexpected," I muttered with my glance still on the night street as we drove to our location. At least some events were still the same as my past life. Dad was about to give his favourite daughter the company he built with my mother's family name. Dad's family was going bankrupt around the time he married Mum, and with her help, they escaped bankruptcy. I have a feeling he never loved her but just needed her mother. Mum was a fool in love, just like me, but I was not going to make the same mistake as her. Fuck love who needs that when you can get po

(Karis's pov) "Karis dear, what are you talking about? Are you saying that you have been with Skyler all this while?" I heard a pretentious voice gasp from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Miranda. She was trying to paint me as the woman who left her husband for a lover, but then again, they forgot Xander and I were already divorced. "Yes, mother. I am sorry I had to crash such an important event to announce our engagement. Since Emma is getting engaged today I decided why not bring it up today. The more the merrier." I chimed with a sweet smile at Miranda as I held onto Skyler closely. Xander was still stunned by everything and took his precious time to process what I was saying. "But what about you and Xander? We thought you were dead." Father asked this time around; his eyes were wary, and he had a couple of emotions that I could not understand at the moment. Maybe he was shocked his dead daughter was not dead or the fact I had destroyed hi

Third pov/Author's Pov His embrace was warm, exactly how she remembered it, with his cologne entering her nostrils. Karis remembered days she wished he held her like this but he never did. "Xander, please let go of me; your hold is too tight." She calmly said. Xander was lost in reverie, reliving his biggest fantasy of holding his dead wife in his arms, and couldn't control his strength. "I am sorry. I want to hold you a bit longer." He apologized, reluctant to let go. He was scared if he did, this would be the last time he might hold her like this. "Let go, Xander; your touch makes my skin crawl. My fiance would misunderstand if he saw us like this. " Karis lied and Xander froze. She needed him to let go before her pent-up emotions poured out. He was the biggest obstacle she had to overcome. Xander gritted his teeth after hearing Karis's words. Skyler was no longer her lover but her fiance. This had changed. She was not his little red anymore. "It hurts whe

(Xander's pov) The car engine was roaring as it sped through the night. My hand held the steering wheel so tightly that it turned white while my legs were on the accelerator. I loved to race but it was a long time ago. The screeching sounds of tyres with the scent of gasoline and worn-out rubber on the racing track were etched on my memories. After racing on a private road for a couple of hours I went home. Tonight I needed to be by myself to get my thoughts together. As much as seeing her alive made me happy, the question on my mind was still how because I didn't want to accept her death. It made everyone think I was delusional, and they kept on singing it to my ears. Karis is dead, but she was standing in front of us, acting all sassy. I slammed the car door as I alighted, and then my gaze trailed around the main entrance of the estate, which already had light flakes of snow. It was a perfect night for winter to appear. Rage, disappointment, guilt, anger

(Karis's pov) Miranda was seething in anger; if looks could kill, I would have been dead by now. "Karis, please let your mother sit down. She is rather old," Christian said with a very calm voice. I Arched my brow at him, then pouted my lips pretending like I was considering when my real intention was just to have fun with my family. "Since Miranda had to sit down due to her age, why didn't Emma give up her seat? After all, she is the youngest here and Miranda's daughter."I suggested which was very reasonable. But for some unknown reason, Emma didn't like the idea of giving up her seat for her mother. Her face twisted in ways I never knew it could with her eyes throwing daggers at me. Christian reached out to massage the space between his brows because this argument was not going anywhere. It's not my fault he has a problematic family and a daughter who cares less about her mother. "In my opinion, you shouldnbe the one to leave here; you have never been to a st