Semua Bab A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step son: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ALEX'S POVI walked into the airport, wearing a black hoodie that cast a shadow over my face. The hoodie was pulled up, partially concealing my features. I moved with a sense of purpose, my eyes scanning the area for any threat from Lorenzo or his men as I navigated through the crowded terminal. My heart beat faster than usual.The hoodie added a layer of anonymity to my appearance, allowing me to blend in with the surrounding crowd. As I stepped out of the airport, I waved down a passing cab and stopped one."Please take me to the nearest hotel," I said, trying to hide the fear from my voice.The cab driver replied, "Alright, the nearest hotel in London Docklands is about 35 kilometers from here.I responded, "I think that's better, since it's not far from the airport or the London hospital."I was making sure I could get to Olivia on time. She was my only hope, the only person who could clear my name of the murder case. I knew I didn't kill Diana Ross. My mind weighed heavily on thi

MIA'S POV Taking my eyes off Angel has been one difficult task for me ever since I lost her mom. I kept my lovely gaze on Tracy's daughter on the bed, trying to lay her to sleep since morning. “Kiki," Angel's soft voice uttered,My heart aches every hour, every day, ever since Tracy left us for this world. “I know you are now far from us,” I raised my eyes upward. “Please, don't ever forget to watch over us, me and Angel." I spoke, facing the ceiling, like I'm facing the sky. I know she could hear me now, wherever she is, and I hope she'll do as I've requested."You will never go scot-free, Mr. George," I whispered, my mind blazing with fury as I reminisced how Tracy suffered before she died.As I recall, the only person involved in her death is Mr. George, who forced her into pregnancy and then got her killed.My mind reeled at the only possibility that could bring Mister George down.“The flash drive,” I whispered to myself, as I remembered I wanted to hand it over to Mr. Mark, b

JULIET'S POV My mind became restless as I reminisced on the good momentum I had with my father before he was pronounced dead.“I'm glad he's still alive," I whispered to myself as I slowly walked up towards the hallway. There is only one room in this mansion that I haven't touched."I need to find Dad." I stated firmly,“You need to pull me out of this darkness I found myself in," I declared inwardly to myself as I walked through the hallway, trying to find a clue to where the secret warehouse lies.The whole mansion is too big for me to search in a day, but I had to try. Ever since I got to this mansion, I have been trailing Mark’s stepfather—the way he works, the rooms he enters, and the places he visits within the mansion. I couldn't cover it all, but I have specific places I have watched him enter since I got to this mansion.It's exactly 10 PM in the evening, the perfect time for me to do what I had to do since Mr. George isn't around. He has been busy lately, which has given me

MARK'S POV "He'll never set his eyes on you again." I spoke in a low tone, “You're not going back to that mansion," I whispered into her ear. My worried eyes fixed on her pearl-like eyes. "Thank you for coming back to life, Juliet. I would never leave you again."She couldn't speak, with the oxygen still on her mouth, but I noticed she nodded. I declared, "She's not going back, no matter what the agreement of the contract is, no matter how hard it gets, no matter who he is. I'm not letting Juliet go back to that mansion again."My voice was low, yet I was dead serious. We held hands tightly, and I never wanted to let go. If not for Doctor Richard, who came in for his check-up, I wouldn't have."Hello, Mr. Mark," he greeted. He was a friend of my mom's, and I reminisced about the day we first met. "How is your mom?" he asked, his voice laced with concern."She's doing great, Doctor," I replied. "She was rushed to your second branch instead of this place. I hope you're not angry about

MARK'S POV I stood watchfully in the safe house, scanning the surroundings for suspicious activity. Morning sunlight cast a warm glow, but unease lingered. Doctor Richard arrived promptly, carrying a medical bag to treat Juliet's gunshot wound.“Thanks for coming, Doctor," I muttered softly and firmly.As Doctor Richard tended to Juliet's injuries, I cautiously approached the window, checking if he'd been followed. The street outside was quiet, with few passersby. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing we were safe for the moment.In the bedroom, Doctor Richard said, "Mark, please sit beside her." I approached the bed, my eyes fixed on Juliet's pale face."She needs love and care now," Doctor Richard advised, his voice low and serious. "Apart from the physical wound, she's suffering emotional trauma."I nodded, understanding the situation. As I sat beside Juliet's bed, watching Doctor Richard clean and dress her wounds, my mind wandered. “What would our next move be? How long could we