Semua Bab A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Adrian remained riveted to his phone, his eyes wandering over the screen in confusion and apprehension. Those words that he had just read burned into his brain with each syllable filled with the accusation of hostility. "You have destroyed my family; you have made me an orphan,' read the text of Zan. Adrian was still grappling with the meaning of those words from Zan; it was becoming a headache for him.'What is all this about, Zan?'” Adrian said, sounding horrible with confusion, almost desperate. "I'm getting confused, please help me understand," he added as his brain went into overdrive with questions. What kind of an imbecile was this man? How could he even utter such words? Adrian could hardly focus on any one thought because new questions kept flooding his mind in a swirling storm leading to greater confusion and frustration.Adrian winced at the coldness of Zan's reply. "Ohh, okay, I will do just that," came Zan in that trademark voice dripping with menace. "I told the Dubai go

ANDRIAN FLASHBACKThread by thread, it began to untwist. "'I came back from work that day and received a message that my office would be on fire,'" Adrian spoke with a quaver in his voice that bore the weight of memories.Tightly gripped around the mobile phone, Zan's knuckles turned white with tension. "Your father, Hilbert, threatened me," Adrian went on, fearful with the sound of it: "He held my mom captive for months," he broke into tears.Zan's mind reeled, the implications racing through his thoughts. "I called him that night, and he said he would release my mom," Adrian shouted back, desperate. "I gave your wicked father one hundred thousand dollars for my mother to come back," he spat out, filled with anger and hurt.The silence that ensued was tedious and burdensome on his chest. Pain and desperation streamed from the other end of the line, and Zan could sense them, but he himself was paralyzed in an emotional freeze of shock and horror."But guess what your dad did," Adrian'

Adrian, on the other hand, had had his heart set on finding Jenny, come what may. Unfazed by any obstacles, he shed the vestiges of warmth that clung to him inside the car and walked under the full glare of the sun, into the bush. Clutching his GPS device with impotence, he felt the dark curtain of the bush enveloping him as he trudged deeper, the rising sounds of wilderness catching up with him; the rash of creaking leaves and snapping twigs underfoot only amplified the message that he wanted in on the whole operation.As he traveled deeper into the bush, he felt like the trees thickened, their branches intertwined above him while the dappling shadows danced across the ground below. Adrian's alertness heightened; he cast surveying glances around him, hoping to hear anything that pertains to Jenny. But the more he walked, the more palpable the silence grew. It became a heavy burden for his shoulders.This was when Adrian found himself ensnared. The bush seemed to conspire against him.

The voice of Adrian, who asked the question, quivers barely above the whisper-soft tone. Not wanting to stir more wounds, he asks: "How did you lose her?", as eyes lock-on in a stream of empathy towards Isaac. The face of Isaac creases-up like a twisted combination of pain and sorrow, then tears from two well-ups."Mmmfff," said Isaac, struggling to keep his voice from cracking with emotion. "My sister was pretty bright, and very beautiful," he began his monologue in a compulsion for a confession. "One day she was married off by a billionaire. Haven't seen her since." Pain dominated his voice, as if it was mirroring the air vibrating with his sorrow."On behalf of Adrian, deep pity reflected that expression in his eyes glimmered with compassion; "I'm so sorry for that, Isaac," he said, voice full of harmony. Isaac trained his curious deep eyes at Adrian, perhaps looking for something, probably just understanding. "What's her name?" Adrian's voice was gentle and soft.Isaac was just ab

As Desmond continued talking, "One day, I went to his house," and the voice was quite humble; the answer to that emotion was attached to each word."And asked him secretly," the memory floated by his conscience, "to give me her contact number." The air indeed bore the memory of that moment when he dared to find the one person, the very last, who had ever figured himself capable of so much kindness.Isaac narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt as if a frown had formed on his face. "Wait up, please," he spoke down, but with an edge of skepticism; "Your auntie means your uncle's sister, right?"A flash of pain and anger crossed Desmond's eyes as he remained shut-mouthed but caught glimpsing a very tight clench of his jaw. "Not really, my auntie," he replied with venomous words, "she wasn't really my auntie." The world seemed to vibrate with the tension thus created because one could almost feel the weight of Desmond's emotions."My uncle is a bad man," Desmond continued in a lowered voice,