Chapter ten: The Devil I Couldn't Escape

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• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 150: Too close to the win

  I was in Chicago again.Mem Ventura has contacted Ethan's lawyer, Gavin who I had conversation with and he seemed interested in getting Ethan out.Asides from the whole lawyer pay thing.I was visiting Ethan any chance I could and I noticed that each time he had a huge smile on his face.The spark in his eyes were also coming back.My father has showed interested in wanting to see Ethan but I had waved it off because I know how the whole conversation will be.He is not a huge fan of Ethan especially when he hears the full details of our relationship and all, but he does believe that a child needs both parents to be actively participating in their lives.So one point for Ethan for getting me pregnant.Someone was putting an eye and Robert and he was getting too cocky, he felt as if he had landed a touch down and he could go home free but he was in for a very rude awakeningWe had decided to meet in an upscale coffee shop in Chicago that was filled with the smell roasted beans and milk.

• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 149: The alliance

  I had gone home feeling a sense of peace maybe it was from my ultrasound, Allison’s tiny pulse frozen in black-and-white, lay on the coffee table, its edges curling slightly, a constant reminder of why I was doing thisOr maybe it was seeing. Ethan’s grey eyes, his desperate “I love you” through the prison glass, had ignited a but of belief in me—a belief that he had been framed, that Robert and Rachel Blackwood had chained him for their own twisted gain.I had vowed to prove his innocence, to protect Allison, our daughter, and I wasn’t backing down. My father permitted me to stop work for a while, since I was carrying his grandchildren, his most prized possession, my eyes puffy from sleepless nights, darted to my laptop, its glow harsh in the dim light. I really needed help, and Mr. Ventura, the Filipino magnate who had party Ethan’s hotel, was my only shot. My fingers trembled as I opened a secure video call, my keys jingling in my pocket, a nervous tic that screamed I was in ov

• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 147: Heartbeats

  The ultrasound room at Brooklyn Methodist Hospital smelled of antiseptic and hope, its dim lights casting soft shadows on the pale blue walls. I had been lying on the exam table, my black sweater hiked up, my jeans unbuttoned, the gel cold and slick on my belly, two months pregnant with Ethan’s kid.The machine hummed, its screen flickering, a grainy window to the life inside me. William Carson, my father—fuck, still weird to say—had stood beside me, his rumpled suit brushing the table the smile in his eyes soft but nervous. His hand had rested on my shoulder, warm, steady, a lifeline after the chaos of Veronica’s lies and Ethan’s arrest.I had been a mess, my eyes puffy from crying, my bun messy I was barely holding it together. The sonogram, my first, had been a step toward accepting this baby—Allison, maybe—and the heartbeat I’d hear would make it real.I think we will stick with Allison.The technician, a woman with a kind smile and a name tag reading “Clara,” had moved the wan

• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 147: Unlikely allies.

  VERONICA'S POVHow would you feel if your two greatest fears all met you at the same freaking time.That was why I felt.I was hurt betrayed and sad and the worst part was that I had no reason to be angry, Sophie didn't understand what I did for her and I won't blame her.I had spent her entire childhood being a cold bitch I doubt if she remembered that I'm also human.And then seeing William again was like torture, he hadn't changed a bit, he still looked like the man I fell in love with but only richer.I am so proud of him, maybe he even did all this because I wasn't dragging him behind, so he also didn't have to be angry but also be thankful for me.They were all hypocrites.Sophie and William, but ehonwss I kidding? I was the fool?Fate had played a cruel joke on me.The rain had followed me from CarsonTech relentless I had to remove my heels to run to my car.Which was the biggest embarrassment of it all.How had Sophie met William? Of all the places she could find work? it was

• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 146: Truths that burn

  SOPHIE'S POV“You know my mom?” I blurted obviously confused.William didn't look like the type of man my mother would usually go for, not that he didn't have the money or whatsoever but she went for Kuch older men with zero self esteem and get their self worth from having a Veronica Carter around.And William Carson wasn't that type of person.William was still stung while Veronica looked like she wanted to poop.An the say he was looking at Veronica was as if she had risen from the grave.Neither do them were talking they were just insetly looking into each others eyes in confusion.My mother was looking in shame and William looked as if he didn't expect to ever see her.It seemed as if both of them weren't hearing me, maybe they both had the weird gift of mind communication link and were having a conversation while I was here waiting for an explanation."Mom how do you know my boss William?" “Your mom?” William had said as he looked a sif he had swallowed glass. He then turned t

• My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!   Chapter 145: You will never see my scars

  VERONICA'S POV (THE OVERVIEWVERONICA AT Age 5: THE CIGAR’S BURNThe kitchen of our Queens tenement had reeked of stale beer and despair, the floor was cracked and I could see how angry my father was.I was, small enough to hide under the table, my pigtails fraying, my cotton dress—hand-me-down, from my much smaller cousins were patched clinging to my skinny frame. The night before, I had found his drugs, a baggie of white powder stashed in the bathroom, and had flushed it, thinking it was bad, like the “say no” posters at school.I stood on tiptoes feeling very proud as I saw them go down the drain.I knew it was the bad stuff that made my daddy angry and when he was angry, he hated me, without the bad stuffs, he loved and and I wanted him to love me.So I flushed it. But that evening, he has found out, his shouting were shaking the walls.“Where’s my shit, Veronica?” h. roared, his shadow looming, his work boots scuffed, his breath sour with whiskey. I knew what was coming next