CHAPTER 106 Alora's POV “Stanley, are you putting on anything under?” I asked as I pointed down, staring right into his eyes, my own wide open. He chuckled. “No, I’m not.” “Ah…!” I screamed as I began to panic, shaking my hands like a chicken about to be slaughtered. “Okay, okay—yes, I’m putting on a towel,” he said, gesturing down. Slowly, I looked down, bracing myself for what I would see. But just then, I saw it—a towel hung around his waist. I heaved a heavy sigh. “Stanley, what you’re doing isn’t right at all. I… I’m leaving,” I said as I turned to go. But just then, he caught me by the hand and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel my damp body clinging to his. “What’s the rush? Why not spend some time with me in the bathroom? Is something wrong with that?” God… I felt like melting, being so close to him. I could feel my legs already shaking slightly. The way he smiled at me as the water dropped down on both of us, the way his eyes charmed
105ALORA'S POVWe arrived at the mansion long ago. My mother was now resting in my former room, while Stanley was in his room. I didn’t know if now was the right time to approach him. I felt I had somehow made him angry, and my conscience was disturbing me.Standing outside his room door, I paced up and down, beating my phone on my palms as I thought of how to approach him.Should I start by greeting… No, no, no, no way. He’s my fiancé, so why should I greet? Or maybe I can start by just walking towards him without saying a word, and then, when I arrive, I speak to him.So many thoughts ran through my head, and I didn’t know which to choose, so I ignored all of them.I’ll just act according to how the matter is when I get inside.I heaved a heavy sigh and pulled open the door, but when I did, I couldn’t find Stanley anywhere. All I could see were his clothes on the bed.Then I heard it — the sound of rushing water. He was in the bathroom. Walking towards the bathroom, I saw steam co
104Alora’s POVWe were long gone from the mansion at this time, leaving my father to spend the night with his so-called precious daughter. My mother sat beside me, her head leaned on my shoulders. She was indeed tired. She didn’t speak; she just lay on my shoulders tiredly. Fate had somehow played a cruel game with her — she married the wrong man, and now look at where we were.At the back seat, I noticed Stanley didn’t say a word. Right from when we were at my father’s mansion till when we all got into the car, he hadn’t said a word. Now he just stared at the road as he drove us home.I wanted to speak with him, to ask him if he was angry with me — the way I had treated him all because I heard my mother was about to commit suicide. Maybe he felt disrespected or something. I couldn’t quite get why he was so silent.“Stanley, is something wrong?” I asked as I leaned in a bit.“Everything’s fine, Alora,” he said, his eyes still fixed on the road. He didn’t even turn to spare me a glan
103TASHA'S POVStill standing outside the door, I wondered what was taking them so long. By now, Alora and her father should have stormed down to choke me by the neck, saying I was the one who killed their mother and wife.Anyway, other important people showed up—the media. I could spot my friend in the night from where I was. She stepped out of a van, a camera around her neck, and some other six vans came along with her. I knew she wouldn't bail on me.She spotted me from where she stood and began walking towards me, with a few men following behind her. Just as they were coming, I knew it was time for me to put on my act.I bent my face as if I were in shame, and when they finally arrived at where I was, she rushed towards me.“Tasha, is everything okay? What happened?” she said.I lifted my head. at this point, tears were already falling freely down my cheeks.“It’s... it’s nothing, Christine,” I said as I wiped the fake tears away.“How can you say it’s nothing? A few minutes ago
102TASHA'S POV Typing my friend’s line, who worked in the media, a smirk pulled up on my face. It was time for this ugly family to receive the ultimate shame and embarrassment. I would break them apart, and then, when my father had no one else beside him, I would deliver the final blow and end him. But obviously, that would happen only when everything was mine. As his next of kin, things would be much easier.After dialing Christine’s number, I called, and in a few minutes, she picked up. Her voice was sharp as always; she always had that chipper attitude, and I swore I loved it. She was more or less like me, a thinker, and that’s why she succeeded in the media industry, solving cases no one could and reporting the greatest news. I knew she’d be delighted to hear I had something for her.“Hello, Tasha! Long time,” she said, and I could already picture the smile on her face.“Hello, Christine. I must say I’ve missed you. It’s been such a long time since we saw each other, and to be h
101TASHA'S POVI stared at her as she walked towards me, her face full of anger, and I could tell from it that she had seen the video too. Well, this was going to be fun. I was already getting bored. Waiting for her to reach where I stood felt like forever. I felt like meeting her halfway and harassing her where she stood, but I held my cool. There was no need to rush.She kept walking, her puppet billionaire following behind her like he had nothing better to do with his life. How had she even managed to sway a man like Stanley Richardson? The thought was disturbing, but anyway, I shoved it off. What do you expect from a whore? I chuckled.Finally, she was right in front of me, acting all bossy. She didn’t even wait to say hi. What a disrespectful bitch. She thought she owned the world just because she felt important now—her father wanted her back and she had a billionaire by her side. Well, I was going to break that little confidence she had.She wanted to walk past me, but just the