Semua Bab BITTER-SWEET REVENGE: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I sat on the bed, watching Josh walk out to the balcony. He didn't say a word, just kept his back to me. I felt a pang of confusion. What was going on?He stood outside, phone pressed to his ear, his other hand running through his hair. The night air rustled his shirt, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too stiff, too tense. Something was wrong.I sat up straighter, trying to read his body language. He wasn't calm. He was angry or frustrated. His shoulders squared, his fingers tightened around his phone. Then, just like that, he ended the call.He slid the door open and stepped back inside. The room felt colder, the energy he carried with him making me shiver. He picked up his suit jacket and shrugged it on without a word. His jaw was clenched tight, his lips drawn in a thin line."I'm coming," he muttered under his breath. He barely looked at me. It was like I wasn't even there. My stomach twisted with unease.He stopped at the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly. "Don't wai

I slipped into a simple sundress, the thin fabric clinging to my still-damp skin. My hair hung loose around my shoulders, air-drying as I padded barefoot across the marble floor of the hotel suite. I needed space. Air. Something to clear my head after what had just happened in the bathroom. Josh's lips still felt like they were on mine. The kiss had been intense and passionate, like he was trying to prove something. It was almost too much to handle... it was like being drunk on emotions. And yet, it was all so confusing.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I grabbed my phone and headed out of the suite. The hotel was even bigger than I’d realized, with tall ceilings and golden chandeliers that reflected light across the polished floors. The place oozed wealth and luxury, but I barely noticed it. My thoughts were tangled in a loop of Josh. I walked through the hallways until I ended up in the courtyard garden outside. The cool breeze felt nice on my skin as I stro

I shifted my gaze to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the streetlights flickering past. But I wasn’t. Not really.What caught my attention was the way he smirked and adjusted his suit, as if he hadn’t just said something so casually dismissive.He wasn’t looking at me anymore—he was looking at his phone.Josh had left the moment we arrived. A murmured “Don’t wait up,” and he was gone, offering no explanation or even a glance back.Probably off to meet his friend.I sat at the edge of the couch, fingers tangled in the hem of my dress, eyes drawn to the reflection staring back at me from the mirror.The spa treatment had done wonders—my skin glowed, lips slightly plumper, lashes darker. I’m really feeling myself because I am super beautiful.The room was silent. I stared at the clock: 8:46 p.m. I reached for my phone. No missed calls. Just Silver’s chat bubble at the top of our thread—probably busy living her usual life.My stomach growled loudly. Of course I was hungry. I had

Josh opens his mouth, but the words refuse to come out. A sharp breath fills his lungs before he clamps them shut, forcing himself to swallow the storm of emotions threatening to spill over. His fingers twitch against his thigh, a barely perceptible movement, but one that betrays the internal war raging inside him.I watch him silently. I can feel the tension radiating off him. I shift my gaze from him.We left the hotel and soon we arrived at the airport, the ride was peaceful but I was feeling tired.We came down from the car and entered the airport.Soon we settled in Josh private Jet.Josh shifts beside me. I see it in my peripheral—the slight movement of his hands, the way he grips the armrest as if grounding himself. I should look at him, should acknowledge his presence, but I can’t bring myself to. Because the moment I meet his eyes, the moment I allow myself to see whatever emotion lingers there, I know I’ll break.A soft sigh escapes my lips, almost too quiet to hear. Almost

He didn’t answer right away. His fingers drummed against his knee, his gaze fixed out the window as if searching for something beyond the glass. Finally, he turned to me, his eyes dark and unreadable."What if it is?" His tone was sharp, daring. "Will you still go ahead with the marriage contract… or will you leave?"My breath hitched. He wasn’t asking for my understanding. He was testing me, wanting to see if I would look at him differently now.The scandal was everywhere—the revelation that he wasn't a legitimate son of the Williams family. Everything he had built, everything he had fought for, was now under fire. But beneath his composed exterior, I saw a storm raging inside him.I felt pity for him, but I needed help more than he did. What did it matter to me whether I was dealing with the legitimate son or not?"Not really," I said, my voice steady. "Let’s forget about it."Josh’s grip on his phone tightened. His piercing gaze stayed on me, watching, as if trying to figure out wh