LOGINChapter Seventy-Six—Secret Caresses She could hate him all she wanted but he was worried deeply about her. Three days had passed and she still hadn’t come out of her room—he knew because he’d been watching over the security cameras implanted by the hallway, kitchen and living room. It was creepy, yes—watching his ex wife’s every movement over the cameras like the stalker he was. He couldn’t help himself either, he had resigned from his own company and was technically a jobless billionaire. Knowing she was only a few steps away from him was mind wrenching. So he watched her over the cameras. He lurked over with a smile as she used his prized coffee machine, she still liked her coffees with a lot of creamer. He watched as she answered the door, only to walk back with delivery bags in her hands, and then return few minutes later to the kitchen to throw the trash out. He gawked over her nights when he raided the fridge for a twilight snack….she apparently was into yoghurt
Chapter Seventy-five—Ground rules(2) “You’re not to say more than ten words to me a day.” “That’s a tad bit unreasonable.” “Everything is off limits.” She added, ignoring his protest, “You’re not to touch any of my stuff. When I come into a room, you leave, I’ll do the same.” Justin sighed, “I guess that’s fair.” “I’ll pitch in for the groceries but you’re not to touch mine. Eggs, beef, it’s off limits. This isn’t some reconciliation, we’re roommates and nothing more.” “Okay.” He was being too lukewarm for her taste, she expected more of a fight towards her demands and couldn’t understand why for a moment. So she let out a breath, “You’re not to go into my room, under any circumstances. Follow my ground rules and we can be cordial until this shenanigans is over.” Justin gulped hard and nodded, he glanced over at Diaz who had bemusement written all over his face. Silence fell for a moment before he cleared his throat and rose to his feet,
Chapter Seventy-Four —Ground rules She would rather be with anyone else then Rowan, but dilly-dallying with with devil himself was better than being in a room with Santiago. Gianna took a deep breath as he poured a cup of water into her glass, one which she welcomed with a large gulp. “What happened to you?” Rowan asked, now noticing her injury. She snorted, rolling her eyes, “Someone attacked me .” He blinked, “Have you thought of him as an accomplice?” Now she frowned, “He’ll never do something like that. Sure, he’s a dirty crook and I despise him but he’ll never resort to hurting me…physically at least.” Rowan’s brow arched, “For someone who claims to hate the man, you sure do trust him a lot.” She didn’t. She couldn’t trust Justin even if her life depended on it, but she knew he would never try to physically hurt her, not after the stunt he’d just pulled at least. She let out a sigh and let Rowan pour her another glass of wine, her head thro
Chapter Seventy-Three—The Attacker(2) “Hell no!!!” Gianna yelled at the top of her lungs which hurt to say the least. However, it was way better than what she was being instructed to do. Diaz let out another breath as he sipped on his coffee, he already anticipated the squabble that was to happen, “ Look. It’s only a temporary solution. You’re in danger and— “I don’t care if I’m in danger.” She shot up to her feet, wincing in the process and hoping her ex husband barely even noticed. The grimace on her face was for sure witnessed by Justin, who kept his silence. Diaz rolled his eyes. Women, he thought, “Mrs San— “Lawson.” She corrected, “It’s Lawson now.” He blinked, “Uhmm Yeah. Look , Miss Lawson. There’s so much on our plate as of now. The precinct is going through severe budget cuts, which means it’s going to take more than a nickel to provide adequate protection for both of you. The chief was going to close this case by the way…I just didn’t want to
Chapter Seventy-two—The Attacker Justin woke up the next morning to a barrage of phone calls and messages.A lot of it from some news stations looking to get an inside scoop as to why he stepped down, some from his lawyers and one message from detective Diaz telling him to pick up the phone. He rolled his eyes as he managed to push himself out of bed. It felt different. He was no longer a CEO, neither was he employed by anyone at the moment. Of course he was a billionaire with so many investments, properties and other assets to keep his life afloat till death…still he felt useless. The usual morning routine was to skip breakfast, the hottest cup of black coffee with a frown on his face, and a mountain of papers to attend to at the office. Now, he was in bed, not knowing what to do with his life. After a brief moment of wishful thinking, he finally settled on the gym, which was something he hadn’t done in a long time although his physique showed no signs of it. A sho
Chapter Seventy-One—An unwanted Gift “How dare you?!!” She cried out, “How dare you, Santiago?!!” Justin stared at his ex wife, he’d never seen such a look on her face before, unsure as to what prompted her act of violence. His hand caressed his cheek, which still stung from the slap that had just landed on his face. Diaz gulped hard, also taken by surprise. “Gianna what the— “You dropped down??” She scoffed, “Seriously?? Did you think dropping down would make me forgive you?” “No.” “Then why would you drop down from your position? Why would you do—“ she paused, taking a break to catch her breath, “You literally betrayed me for that company. You made my life a living hell, and now you what? You give up on everything because you found out about your— “No.” He cut her off, eyes stinging from the pain he felt, “Please don’t.” Gianna took a deep breath, “There’s no way I can take you down if you quit. We haven’t even gotten to the
Chapter Sixty-Nine—Painful secrets from the past(8) Monster… You’re a monster… You’re an evil disgusting monster.. You’re an evil, disgusting blood sucking monster.. He heard the words ring in his head as she pointed at the door for him to leave. Suddenly, the image of
Chapter Sixty-Eight—Painful Secrets from the Past(7) “I’m busy.” She said, “Get out.” “I don’t care.”He replied and pushed her aside, forcing his way inside. “Hey!” She cried out we she followed him in, “I thought I restricted from enter— “I bought the fucking buil
Chapter Sixty-Six—A Painful Secret From the Past(6) Justin’s heart sank low as Diaz returned hours later with the hospital files, placing it on his desk, “I better not lose my job over this Santiago.” “You won’t.” He muttered, “I promise.” “Well then.” The detective made
Chapter Sixty-Seven—Painful Secrets From the Past (6) “Rowan??” Aiden stood at the door, with a bag of groceries in one hand and takeout in the other, the smell of chicken pot pie wafted into the air, “Who the hell is Rowan?” Shit. Gianna squirmed, “What are you doing here?”







