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50.

ผู้เขียน: Natashah
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-02-03 07:15:00

Christian

She's avoiding me like the plague.

Although knowing the reason why was not a priority at the time because I’m far more interested in seeing how long she'll last before she realizes there's no escaping me, now it's gotten on my nerves since she asked for a damn extension.

She came up with complaints four days ago when she returned, about commuting from here to work because of her night shift, something about how it’s difficult and how she'd prefer going from th
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  • The Bad Gentleman    epilogue.

    Hannah White lace and mesh fly above my head, slightly blurring my vision. I wanted to see what I look like in the full-body mirror, on my left, but Soph, along with my hair, makeup, and stylist team, forbade it. Though I know they were influenced by Soph. Why? I don't know. Or maybe I do. Ever since I saw my dress last weekend, I've been a crying mess. I cried everywhere—at the rehearsals, the fittings, even the cake tasting—all because I still can't believe I'm getting the wedding I've always dreamed of. Everyone was tired of my tears, especially Soph, who kept wiping them away at every event. "Can't I take just a peek? Five seconds is all I need!" I beg, but none of the four women in the room answer me. "The veil has already been laid. There's no way I'll cry." "It's especially because the veil has been laid that you can't see yourself. You're to march in in ten minutes, there's no magic I can perform if you start tearing up," my makeup artist says with a shrug, and I l

  • The Bad Gentleman    90.

    Hannah I end up spending nearly five hours with Soph and the rest, even though they begged me to stay the whole night. For a while I considered it; I thought about staying, but I promised Madam C I’d return for dinner and I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I couldn’t.The sky is dark out when I step out of the hospital building, with Hailey and Maya; the rest had to return to their stations. “I really miss working with you,” Hailey says, taking my arm, nuzzling her cheek on it. Maya nods.“I miss our gossiping lunch. You weren’t with us for long but it feels like you were,” she says. I smile.“I miss it all too.” “Let us know when you start working again. We’ll take you out to celebrate,” Hailey says and we all laugh, because she’s talking about hitting the club like we once did.“Your Tesla is here,” Maya points towards Victor’s car, and I instantly feel horrible. I can’t believe they waited the entire time. Even from here I can see Liam leaning against the hood while Victor sits

  • The Bad Gentleman    89.

    Hannah My knuckles hover over Christian’s study door, debating whether to knock or not. We haven’t exchanged a word since we came here because he cooped himself in there and has refused to come out.I suck in a breath and knock once.“Who’s it?” His lazy voice asks, but instead of answering, I push the door open.He sits upright, but doesn’t say anything, just watching me with a brow raised.“I want to go see Soph,” I say, straight to the point because there’s no use beating around the bush. “And I’d like Victor to take me.” He pushes his tongue across the flesh of his mouth, regarding me, then he nods.I don’t know what I expected from him, but I stand there anyway, waiting for him to say something. Do something. For a few seconds he doesn’t, he looks down at the documents in front of him, then as if sensing my gaze, he raises his head.“You need something else?” I bite my lower lip hard, then I shake my head. I guess even after all

  • The Bad Gentleman    88.

    Hannah The last time I was on this jet, I’d just become a married woman. I could barely believe it even as I stared at the giant ring on my hand and the extremely handsome man by my side.Today, the ring sits in the pocket of my jeans, the handsome man is two seats away from me, and there’s a blurred line between my being married and being single. I’d wanted to fly back to New York with Thiago and Tomma, but they’d left while I was at the orphanage, according to Sebastian who heard it from Christian. And because of the source, I didn’t fully believe it. Thiago and Tomma could’ve still been at the hospital by the time Sebastian and I arrived at the airport. But what do I know? I don’t have a phone I can use to reach either of them; I haven’t had a phone for days now.I flip the page of the self-help book which I’d grabbed from duty-free earlier, internally hating myself for not picking one of the other enticing fiction books I’d seen, but I thought about s

  • The Bad Gentleman    87.

    Hannah The therapeutic sound of rain hitting against the window calms me. It hits the glass hard enough to erase the skyline completely. A heavy sigh escapes my lips, but instead of addressing the thought that caused it, I take a sip of the hot chamomile tea in my hand, pretending my life is not a mess right now, and I’m perfectly fine.The door to the bedroom swings open, followed by soft footsteps but I don’t turn.“You didn’t sleep a wink last night,” Christian says. I bring my cup to my lips again. He would know because when we returned here from the hospital, he didn’t leave the room even after I asked nicely. He sat on the chair right in front of the bed, folded his arms, and watched me. He didn’t try to talk to me, didn’t try to touch me. He just simply watched me toss and turn around on the bed, lost in my own thoughts.“You should consider getting some sleep before the rain stops falling.”I know I should. My body is begging for rest more

  • The Bad Gentleman    86.

    Hannah “Giorgio?”I nod.“Who the fuck is that?”I give him a blank stare, refusing to believe he doesn’t know or remember who Giorgio is. He definitely knows and is just pretending to throw me off.I fold my arms waiting, but his angry and confused eyes are locked on me, a brow raised.With a frustrated sigh and a roll of my eyes, I conform.“The man you kept me with you for.” Instant recognition enters his eyes, and he licks his lower lip as he takes a step back. “What really happened with him?” I repeat.“You know what happened with him.” I shake my head. I thought I knew, I thought I was certain about it. Not anymore.“Did you kill him?” He doesn’t respond, he just stares at me, his brows knitted together. But that’s all the confirmation I need.“You made me believe it was my fault. I felt guilty for days, weeks even. You manipulated me!” He sucks in a sharp breath, closing the little distance I tried to put between us in one long stride. This has to be another manipulation

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