All Chapters of My Tyrant CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lucas' POVThe words were clear as day, didn't blur together, didn't confuse me, didn't melt together, didn't go off the row - but it was hard to believe them. It was hard to believe what the papers in my hand said.Not that I didn't believe the cold facts I was holding, as a lawyer that was the stupidest thing to do, but still ... my mind traveled to Michael.And the same question popped up that had been on my mind ever since I had gotten these sheet of paper from the detective couple.What would his reaction be?Hurt? Confused? Angered? Blind rage? Revenge?How would Sara react? Would she understand? Would she dump him?"And you are sure this", I lifted the paper to the two detectives my client and I had hired "is the complete truth?" I stared into their eyes but was only met with confident looks."That's what we found on their server, heard from his ex as we eavesdropped and her father had confirmed it himself."To think they had been caught by Eleanor's father - and to think he ha

Amar shoved me back and stalked out the living room.Lejla looked between us, but ultimately decided to come to me. I was expecting worse - but she hugged me."I'm so sorry for what you went through", she whispered, her hug tight. "Please forgive Amar - he is worried about our little girl ... his behaviour was wrong and I'll let him know he needs to apologize to you!""Don't - I would have done the same thing if she were my daughter", I hugged her back. "Go to him."Emma looked like she was fuming. "How can we get rid of her?""Oh Emma", Sara was by my side, helping me up. She wrapped her arms around me. "You needn't get involved.""You need to be save", I agreed, wrapping my arm around Sara's hip.Emma's face got sad. "Are you sure?""If anything happens, you will be the first one to know", I promised her.Loud steps.Amar appeared back. Sara's grip got tighter and I could tell her lips were shaking. "Why would you do such a thing?", she asked her own father, her voice breaking in th

"What could go wrong?", I asked my future son-in-law, but he vehemently denied talking to him."Whatever", Marthe threw her arms into the air, angry and stalked away.Victor sat down at the kitchen table and drew the cookie box to him. "Smart."Michael turned to me. "What if he is faking it? What if he talked to the detectives to gain my trust and then sell me out to my mother or Eleanor? I can never be too sure and I won't talk to him without the law by my side. Lucas is more experienced in matters like those or knows somebody who knows what to do - in this case, I don't belong to those people, so I won't act out of anger."Sara got inside, carrying the babies in her arms. Her face showed worry and she turned to Michael. "And?""I won't talk to him without Lucas", Michael told her, his thumb brushing her arm. Always hands on each other. "We can never be too sure he isn't two-faced.""Good idea", Sara nodded. "Is it actually safe to stay in your flat now?""It's been cleared of the bu

Sara stirred in my arms, then calmed down, her little fist at her perfect little pink lips.I held my breath as I scanned the little bundle of joy in my arms. Full head of red hair, a little cute nose, long lashes and perfectly swooped lips. The shape seemed familiar and I compared it to Michael's."She has your lips", I whispered."I said that too", Leon caressed Sara's cheek with his finger.I raised her up to my lips and kissed her little forehead, taking in her sweet, sweet baby scent.Sara moved softly and I watched her until she calmed down again - and my heart melted as she cuddled more into my arms."She's perfect", I said teary eyed. "Thank you", my voice broke "thank you for naming her after me!"Rebecca waved me over and gave me a hug. Her grip was weak, but she was most likely tired from the labour."Her full name is Sara Isabelle de Beaumont. Isabelle after my mother.""It's beautiful", I sobbed, cuddling Sara against me. "You are beautiful Sara Isabelle!"Michael's arms

Sara's POVWe boarded our airplane at 10 am and made ourselves comfortable for the 7 hour flight we had ahead of us.If everything went well, we should be back home at 12 pm latest in NYC.I slipped into the seat and drew out my book, while Michael didn't waste a second to open his laptop. While it booted up, I felt his eyes on me.Michael laughed softly and I looked over to him. "Still reading that romance novel?""It's a great book", I leaned my head against his arm."It's been the fifth time you've reread it.""It's just that good", I flipped the page and gave him a look. "When are you going to ask me out on date just like Matt here, huh?"Michael raised my hand. "I just asked you three days ago to marry me, when did Matt do that?""On their next date", I countered with a raised brow, breaking into a laughter at his 'really now?' face."Fine - but does the fiancée have a plan what she wants to do?", Michael asked, a smirk on his face."Thrift shopping!", I chirped."Thrift shopping