Semua Bab After One Night : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Jordan’s POV.The night I had threatened Fiona and sent her packing felt like I had won some sort of lottery. I didn’t expect her to react so fast to my threats. I was seated at the office with Jerome, John, and Rob the next day when the documents came in, and they were signed.“Great, boss. Now we can gather more evidence without the enemy around you all the time, and you can pursue Ma’am Jess again,” John had said, and indeed the thought of making Jess mine again was exciting, but I wasn’t excited.Do you ever feel like you want something or someone, but yet you can’t figure out why? Well, that was me. It hurt me to hear that I was so much in love with this woman, but I couldn’t remember exactly why I loved her so much that I was willing to risk everything for her. Worst of all, she didn’t want anything to do with me now. So how on earth was I supposed to make something like that work without my memories?I decided to stay away from her for a while just till I can understand what I

Jordan’s POV“Boss, this is 6 pm already. I don’t think Maya will make it here. Maybe she found out she was just hallucinating and has gone home already,” John said as I took my eyes away from my phone, which I had been staring at for the longest while.I cleared my throat and pressed my temples. “But she should have informed me, right? I mean, that’s called manners.”“You’re right, but what can we do? Nothing. After all, she’s still Jess’s friend. She might have realized she shouldn’t be seeking any help from you,” John expressed his thoughts, and I nodded in agreement.“Okay then, we should head home now. We can’t keep waiting for someone who has changed her mind without informing me ahead of time,” I stated as I cleared up my desk and we left the office.The hum of the engine filled the car as we drove in silence. I noticed an unsettled frown on John’s forehead. “What’s on your mind?” I asked, but fixed my eyes on the road.“I don’t know, boss, but isn’t it strange Fiona hasn’t tri

Third Person’s POVJess stared at Dione for a couple of seconds as he fidgeted with his words. Her fear of Dione having something to do with Maya’s disappearance kept rising, but she waited patiently for what he had to say.“Okay, baby, I didn’t want to tell you this because I didn’t want to make you worry about me, but I got into a little trouble today with a guy who bumped into my car,” he explained and paced the room as Jess’s expression softened.“I was so pissed off at his arrogance that I couldn’t let him off the hook, so I got him arrested.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “While at the station, I overheard some gossip from the officers at the front desk talking about Maya’s sudden disappearance, so I figured why not come to my girlfriend, she might need my help.”Dione concluded, as he ran his hands through his hair. “I hope she buys this story,” he said inwardly and studied Jess to see her next reaction.Meanwhile, Jess battled with her thoughts and emotions for having doubts

Third Person’s POVDione rode over to the church where they held Maya captive and made his way inside.“Finally, the slug arrives,” Fiona said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.“There was a lot of traffic, boos,” he replied.“That’s not my problem. Move over here,” she snapped, and he moved closer as he noticed a dark figure seated on a chair in a corner, while Maya still laid there, her clothes slightly torn. He noticed she looked more restless and helpless than she had been yesterday.“Boss, something’s wrong with her. Has she had any food yet?” Dione asked, but he realized he should have just kept his mouth shut when Fiona gave him a harsh glare.“If you’re so worried about her, Dione, why don’t you get her food? And while you’re at it, you can bring her family members as well so she feels better,” Fiona retorted. The shadow he had seen in the corner came into the light. It was Jake.“Hi, boss Jake. I didn’t notice you were here. I thought you were supposed to be back in Hong Kong?

Jess’s POV I stood frozen, watching as my best friend was lowered six feet into the cold, unyielding ground. My emotions got the better of me, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The weight of my grief pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. As I tossed a single white rose onto her coffin, my vision blurred with tears. Her death shattered me; it left a hole in my heart that could never be mended, no matter how hard I tried.The day we had found her body at the dumpster, my chest tightened as I stared at her lifeless body. I had rushed over to her, crouching down as I shook her cold shoulders with desperation, hoping maybe she was just playing a sick joke on me. “Maya, girl. Please wake up. I know you’re awake, and I don’t really have time for a joke like this.” I screamed, but no, her body remained still, and then realization hit me hard. I had lost my friend to the hands of death. I sat there at the dumpster, trailing her gunshot wounds with my fingers, and the print