Todos los capítulos de Never Let Me GO: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

~Alyona~ He blamed me for what I had not done. I could see the anger and the emotions flooding his eyes. He lost his trust in me. When he threw me out, I went to see Olivia and told everything to her and Esrael. Esrael heard everything patiently and believed that Mario would take down these allegations. “I trust you, Alyona. But I am not Alexander. He has trust issues, and watching your pictures meeting with Mario broke his heart. You were the only girl he had a friendly relationship with. Others don’t bother him.” Esrael speculated. I broke his trust; he thought I had lied to him, but my intention was never to hurt him. “Esrael, I know I hurt him for not telling him the truth, but all I care about is these false allegations in his name. I begged Mario for this, and he trusted me.” Esrael and Olivia sat next to me. “I understand, Alyona,” Olivia agreed. “We need to find the culprit who did this. And we have to establish the Enamore name, even if Alexander thinks I did wrong

~Alexander~ Sometimes I feel I have a stone heart. The only girl who believed in me, the only girl who discovered what’s inside me? How do I protect my heart and insecurities with arrogance and anger? She was the only one who knew I could be a good person, but there I threw her away from me. I am so cruel at heart that I told my detective to give all the information about Alyona. After following her and digging out her past, I learned Mario helped her. The day she came to Enamore’s masquerade ball party, she wore Mario’s dress. Luckily, my detective has an internal link in Mario’s office. He informed me that when Mario saw Alyona; he offered modeling in his company, but she ignored it. Mario respects Alyona with all his heart. I know he is the type of guy who doesn’t appreciate a woman for their beauty but for their dedication and work. I remember he was one of the finest designers who worked in my company. He is undoubtedly a talented guy, but he blames Darcy for something. Mario

~Alyona~ We finished our dinner and came out. Esrael didn’t waste a moment saying goodbye to all of us. Olivia was blushing, and I understood they wanted more time together. However, Darcy gave a strange look to Olivia and me. She didn’t expect Olivia and me with these high-class boys. “Bye.” We passed our goodbyes and walked towards our car. “It was nice,” Mason added. “Except that. I don’t like my boss’s involvement.” When we reached Mason’s car, he saw his car had a flat tire. “Great,” he gruffed. “What happened?” I asked. He pointed me towards the flat tire. Talking about Alexander, and here we go. “Now? What are we going to do?” “Nothing. I have to call my automobile roadside help company,” Mason added. He took out his phone and dialed the number. Alexander’s car was opposite us, as they were still in the car. “How much time?” I asked as it was 11 PM. Mom would be worried about me. I thought about calling mom, but there I got her call. “Mom, Mason had a flat tire

~Alyona~ I reached my office the following day. Alexander and Esrael called us for a meeting in the boardroom about the Paris trip and how the departments need to manage their work. Designers, makeup artists, and management people's names were enlisted. I was quietly listening to their conversation when my eyes landed on my name enlisted in the list. I was assigned the important task of managing the show backstage. Reading my roles and responsibility, I looked at Alexander and immediately averted when I saw him looking at me the same way he did last night. What? He suddenly started trusting me after yesterday’s incident when I stopped him from kissing me. Because what I know about him is he never trusts a person when it comes to ENAMORE. I didn’t want to fall into the same trap; a single mistake, and he would not think once before blaming it on me. After the meeting finished, I went to talk to Esrael. “Esrael, I think I am not the fit candidate for this opportunity.” “Why? You

~Alyona~ I enjoyed my dinner with Joshua. He took me to a fantastic place where the ambiance near the water stream gave me a soothing feeling. The site turned into an enjoyable setting when the karaoke started. With wine, we saw people singing French songs for their loved ones. I sang too and got lots of compliments on my music. I believe, and today, I saw wherever you go in this world, love is the only language you can communicate with. He dropped me in the hotel lobby. I opened the door of my room and found the room light was on. How the heck is this possible? I remembered I had closed everything before leaving. I walked inside, placed my clutch on the counter, and turned towards the mirror, trying to access my zip, when my eyes landed on a figure sitting in the corner. “What the heck?” It scared the soul out of me. It was Alexander in my room. “What are you doing?” I snorted. Alexander showed me his phone. “You sang a song for him?” What? Is he here to show me his phone o