All Chapters of A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Doing my best to keep my ears on the door and fully focused on Samuel's conversation, I simply could not take it anymore. I was shaking out of fear and anger, my heart pounding as each of his words ignited horror in me. His voice slithered into me like delaying poison, and the vein of awareness started giving off numbered cues of dread and horror."Is the doctor aware?" came the somewhat curious voice on the phone. Samuel didn't take long to respond, oozing with confidence as he said, "Yeah, sure, the doctor is aware, and only he knows the hospital." A shudder erupted all over me from what I heard, leaving my mind to swirl with great implications.Samuel continued, weaving a web of lies and saying, "I gave him a juicy payment, so he won't leak it." The person on the other end took a moment to digest what he had just heard, and when Samuel said, somewhat laughingly, "You know the reason I did it, right?" The other person hesitated before answering, "No, I don't, I would like to know.”

I just couldn't stop grinning out the window of the taxi; it was the kind of smile that looked as if it was making fun of everyone. My lips were forming an amusingly shaped mockery: they curved into a U. This grin was such a dear friend; it is an affirmation of achievement, I suppose, that here again I had outsmarted Samuel and slipped away. Everything else just whooshed over us at tremendous speed, the streets of the town becoming a kaleidoscope of colors, of sounds.The taxi journey was nothing but a vague blur. This very minute, I was back home, with its familiar surroundings-the last one hour's drama and stress all behind me once again. I was shaking while paying the taxi driver and handing him the fare bill. Like that, I got down from the taxi to feel the coldness under my feet connecting them with the pavement. I took a deep lungful of night air and then went to the door watching it across extra heats.I heaved the door open, and the warmth of the living room batting at night sl

As Adrian spun his web of lies, his words took on an almost convincing quality, subtly directing Samuel's emotions. "Okay, sir, you can come to the house," he said. "Jenny is not here; she has gone. I have thrown her out of my home, I have divorced her. The marriage is over." Each devious fabrication flowed from his mouth with the utmost ease to further entrap Samuel into his schemes.I stood there transfixed, watching as Adrian continued to add fuel to the fire, his words conjuring up malicious delight. He whispered toward me, "Add more pepper, so Samuel's mind has a sweetness," forming a grin across his face. Samuel, responding without delay, "Okay, I am on my way," and the line had cut off.I got to my feet, moving in careful procession, still trying to comprehend the events playing out in front of me. "Baby, let me make something; I'm starving," I said to Adrian, almost inaudibly. But before I could move an inch forward, there was a sudden ring on Adrian's phone, breaking the sile

As I stood there, a heart thrumming with fear, suddenly I was up, swift and deliberate. I grabbed the papers, hands closing like a vice around them, and turned to make a hasty retreat without batting an eye. I ran the distance from the back yard, feet pounding the earth, ringing my breath in ragged gasps. But despite the urgency of the situation, I moved quietly, muffled footsteps on the soft earth.As I walked, stretching out my ears, for any signs of Samuel, I heard it-all that came down-came home; thunderous footsteps boom, sounding like a dim echo across the skies." "Someone has been in this room," he growled, his resonance low and menacing. I realized I would have to be quick-thinking to be able to extricate myself from his hideout. My mind racing, I approached the gate with my eyes torn, searching for possibly desperate means of exit.But thus I was beside myself with misery when I thought that it would be, else, if it were locked. There were columns of metallic bars. I didn't h

Adrian's hands slowly pulled out the disc player, his gaze unwaveringly set on me with determination. "Baby, let me play this so we can see everything with our eyes," he said softly, gently.As soon as it started playing, the screen came alive with a ghostly light as if to say the video had been started. Instead of the clean crisp images we had imagined, the video was blurry, with only vague outlines to visualize the faces of the people. Adrian's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing further in disappointment as he realized that the file was corrupted. He moved his hands instinctively towards his phone, fingers tracing the edges of the screen as though it were a matter of life and death."I think this file is corrupt," he exclaimed, and with a nod turned towards me, showing by his expression that he understood that. I was too far gone for any consolation. To imagine my mom suffering at the hands of Samuel was no mean feat. A tsunami washing ashore engulfed me with emotions. The air thicke