Semua Bab Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Many weeks before...Charles stands on the front steps of the hospital, the early afternoon sun beaming down on him like a spotlight exposing every ugly thought in his mind, shining brightly on every single evil thing he has ever done and said... The conversation with Arthur that he had just some minutes earlier before Arthur had gone up to possibly smack John had ensued, plays on loop in his headaccusations, disgust, disappointment. And the worst part? Arthur did have a point no matter how much he has tried to deny it and say it's a lie.No matter how much he had tried to say he isn't like his father... Deep down, he knew he was like him.And control of himself was slipping right through his fingers.He drags a hand through his hair, chest heaving as he pulls out his phone. His fingers hover for a second before he finally dials the number.The same number he had dialed just before and Arthur had overheard the whole conversation.Sienna picks up on the second ring, her voice light a

Charles doesn’t remember when the rage began, only that it grew over time, like a parasite feeding off everything he had left of humanity.He stares blankly at the GPS mounted in the Falcon Rental’s Audi R8, sleek, black, expensive, and utterly soulless. Just like him tonight. The false name he gave at the rental office, Reeds Whitby, echoes in his mind as he swerves through the streets.He doesn’t want to think too hard. The bottle of tequila he downed earlier made sure of that. He still has more of it in the deep pocket just if he needs some more liquid courage to protect his family.He punches a code into an app he’d installed on his family’s phones during the Quinn scare, a parental tracking tool he’d masked as a ‘security protocol.’ Now it pulses on the screen, blinking with one word.John.His father’s signal is floating dangerously close to the outskirts of the state. There is no other place she could be staying that is not where the blue dot is currently tapping.“She really ha

While the pretty silvered plane flies by overhead, a certain couple on the way to their much looked forward to honeymoon, below…The living room reeks of sweat, liquor, and dirty, smelly and rotten food.The morning’s calm is shattered by loud voices, yelling words back and forth between one another. Then suddenly, there is silence, and then that short moment of quietness is broken by a sudden, cracking slap.WHACK!Oh, no.SLAP!Then something shatters, something glass and fragile, a shard is picked up from the shattered glass and then the one piece of glass is picked up from it, used to aggressively cut the other person across the cheek, connecting with the tear caused by the earlier shattered glass.Alexa hits the floor, her body limp, her head smacking against the sharp corner of the center table. The sound is sickening, the kind that sticks in a person’s memory but her assailant does not worry about that, what he looks forward to, is the aftermath, the ecstasy that comes after. Bl

It’s evening of the same day, they have done some activities and have rested, had a late lunch after they woke up too, now its nighttime and the moon over a large body of water shines prettily.The air shifts to be a little cooler as the moon rises, its pretty pale light spreading over the resort like a creamy silk clothe. Gentle waves slap against the wooden but sturdy poles of their villa, and the little splashes make her smile.Bethany stands at the edge of their private deck, barefoot, robe fluttering in the ocean breeze. Her wine glass is empty now, set somewhere behind her, forgotten. She leans on the railing, watching the moon’s reflection ripple across the water in small, short spirals, uzumaki.Behind her, Arthur steps out of the villa. His shirt’s gone, leaving behind just a pair of soft gray linen pants hang low on his hips... Ooh lala. His eyes find her sitting figure instantly, and for a moment, he just looks at her.Really looks, her silhouette against the breathtaking v

How time flies and pretty soon, it is the last day on Cocoa Island.Bethany opens her eyes to the regular wake up sound she has come to love and not only that, a warm feeling o her stomach. Her heart does triple flips and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment that she has come to absolutely adore.She blinks once, twice, then smiles.Arthur’s hand is wrapped around her waist, his chest warm against her back, his breathing calm and steady beside her ear. His breathing close and warms her ear, she chuckles softly, subtly leaning in till her whole back is touching his front.“You’re awake,” he murmurs, voice low and deliciously gruff from sleep.“Barely,” she whispers. “You know, is it by any chance illegal to stay here forever?”“If it isn’t, I’d be ready to break the law with you. But it is not illegal but I won’t mind blowing my wealth for a forever stay here…”Bethany chuckles, rolling to face him. “Now that’s the kind of crime I’m willing to commit. I’ll miss home though, I’ll kee