Semua Bab Lost And Found By The Billionaire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

When it was finally time for discharge, Kelly had an emergency. “There’s an important meeting I need to attend, Cassie.” She said, “Do you think you’ll manage on your own with Enzo?” By this point, all the essential paperwork had been taken care of and my IV line was removed. I was prescribed oral medication for the next few days, and there was absolutely nothing to worry about. However, as part of the protocol, I had given some blood tests and we were awaiting the results of those. In the meanwhile, Enzo spoke to me about my relationship with Calvin and on what basis he was filing for the divorce. After spending a couple of hours with him, I realized that he was genuinely good at his job and hiring him would help me get a fair share of bargain during the divorce proceedings. He also managed to help me ease into the conversation very quickly, and before I realized, I was opening up to him about a lot of things. Thanks to Kelly, I managed to develop a healthy acquaintance with him i

The old officer reluctantly got up from his seat, murmuring something to myself in annoyance. Shoving the recording device into his pocket, he left the room and banged it shut. I heaved a sigh of relief at departure, my heart finally calming down. Thank God Enzo was here. I would not have been able to handle this myself. It came as such a shock to me as I’d never imagined that Calvin could go to such an extent to punish me. In retrospect, I realized that my encounter with Becky and him in the hospital could have been the cause for all of this. He looked visibly angry with my words and actions, and I could only imagine all the lies she fed him after I’d left. Driven by anger, he might have reported me to the police, seeking some form of revenge from me. There was a knock on the door right then, and it opened shortly after. I instantly sank back in my seat as Enzo walked in, shutting the door behind him. I could feel the grimace that was forming on my face as he took a seat in front o

Calvin’s POV My father’s words echoed in my mind all night long, so much so that I couldn’t catch even a second’s worth of sleep. I was so taken with my own anger and resentment with her that I had completely forgotten the business equation our marriage brought into the picture. My father was right. It was true that it was her father’s money in our company that was keeping us alive. Arnold Harper was a real estate tycoon who was rather successful in business. Merely being associated with his brand name helped us tremendously, and being married to his daughter definitely gave us a much needed boost. While most of our investors were pulling their money during our tough times, it was Arnold Harper that remained loyal to us, although it was damaging his company. However, now that I put his daughter in prison, I don't know how he would react to the news. I hoped that he wouldn’t be too pissed with me and pull out the money. The damage was already done and I didn’t know how to fix it yet

“B-but Mom..” I stammered, “Where else will I go? I have nowhere-” “Well, that’s not my problem.” She said, throwing her hands up. “I’m surprised you think you still have a place in this house. The day you married your husband, you were left on your own. And after the disgrace you brought to this family by trying to kill your own best friend.. We’d be foolish to accept you back into the family.” “Mom! At least you have to believe that they are merely rumors!” “I don’t care!” She yelled, “Your name has been all over the media, Cassie! Do you know how much damage you’ve done to the company? We’ve had enough of your bullshit troubling us. Please leave, Cassie! I don’t want anyone to believe that we are supporting this behavior of yours!” Tears were streaming down my face at this point. I couldn’t believe that my own mother was such things to me. How could she leave me on the streets like this?“Mom, please don’t do this.” I said, “I need your help. And where is dad? I need to speak t

The memory was all a blur in my memory, owing to the fact that it all happened long long ago. I wasn’t sure how or why, but as he mentioned the date to me, it all came flooding back. Suddenly everything fell into place in my head, the puzzle solving by itself. Every event of that day was slowly coming back to me, making me remember everything vividly. “You..” I stammered, “You are Enzo.. the one that I..” He smiled, “Yes.” He nodded, “The one that you pulled out of that house of fire.” It was perhaps twenty years ago that it happened. It was when I was still living in an orphanage, before my parents decided to adopt me. Thankfully, I don’t remember much from that phase of my life, one because I was very young and also because it wasn’t necessarily fond memories I held from that place. Like any other foster care, we were all severely neglected, and sometimes even treated ill. To make things worse, I don’t remember having any notable companionship except for one friend, Enzo. He wa