All Chapters of A Billionaire's Dirty Secrets (Secret Sins Club Book 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WHEN I came to, I was covered by a blanket and held on Gian’s lap in the backseat of a vehicle. When I started to move, I realized how securely one of his arms was wrapped around me while a hand held a towel to the wound in my head. And he growled. That froze any further movements I might have made. He was in the foulest mood. I could feel it to my bones. I didn’t feel okay, anyway. I hurt all over and my face felt hot. We were silent until we arrived at the hospital. Four stitches were done to close up my wound, and an MRI scan was performed on me. I was in a hospital bed where I never ever wanted to be, and I normally would have been fidgety, except Gian kept glaring at everyone and everything so I didn’t want to cause any more problems for everybody. He was scary, as if he was going to explode if anyone made one wrong move or said one wrong word. The doctor and nurses were walking on eggshells. Poor Dr. Mendoza, although older by maybe two decades, chose words very carefully in fr

ACCORDING to rumors, the woman was older than Gian by about five years. The relationship itself started way back in high school, but before then, they were playmates among kids in the neighborhood so they already knew each other that long and well before the relationship. Her name, again, was Trina Cheng. Like Gian, she came from a wealthy background… and they said she really was so beautiful, and that they looked perfect together. They also seemed perfectly happy and in love from the beginning. But apparently, the relationship wasn’t as perfect under the surface as everyone thought it was. Trina had started going out with a wild group in senior high and got hooked on drugs. That was the alleged reason for the breakup, that it might have been sudden but to those close to the two, it was seen coming. The Verrazzanos sent Gian and his younger brother, Paulo, to the UK to continue their studies there. Madam Soniah went with them to personally supervise her boys. Trina was said to be on

Noo… where am I? Why am I here…? I cried inside my head while I walked in the dark corridor of this dank-smelling building. I tried not to make any noise in my slow progress in the dark. Even though I didn’t exactly know what was going on, I instinctively knew I couldn’t have anyone know where I was. But it was hard to control my fright since waking up in this place. The cold floor where my naked feet walked was black with dirt and dust. I didn’t have to see them—I could feel them. The dust in the air clung to my sweaty skin and to my face, which was wet with tears. Whatever I had sensed since opening my eyes was only adding to my terror. My eyes had barely adjusted to the darkness but my nose could smell mold in the air and in the oldness of the building. I could feel paper on the floor and peeling paint and plaster on the wall. It was impossible to hazard a guess about where I was but I could at least guess that this place used to be an office. Or a school? I wasn’t sure. But i

The apartment building was a four-storey building with one unit on each floor. My family owned it. My mother and stepfather privately invested in real estate—renting houses and apartment buildings—in many places. This was where I lived. Otherwise, I would be staying in one of the condo buildings/towers of the Von Schillers in Metro Manila. My father’s side invested in real estate, too, in partnership with the Verrazzanos so we kind of owned shares there. But this particular apartment building was reserved for the family when we visited Manila so I kind of have a floor I as already familiar with and I opted to stay here. The first-floor unit was occupied by my cousin, Jason. The third-floor unit was for guests visiting from the province. The higher level on the third floor was a semi-covered deck. I kept my plants there in container boxes and big pots. On my free days, I could be found tending to my plants or reading in my rattan hammock. We also do our barbecues there, drink there, an

“She hit me with that… bottle as if… as if I was a stray dog in the streets,” I complained to him as I sobbed. “She didn’t… even really… know me but she c-claimed that I-I… am a boyfriend… snatcher! Whhyy?! She didn’t even… gi-give me… a cha-chance to… explain! Like I wasn’t worth-thy of any… anything! Like I wasn’t a hu-human being! Why are there cru-cruel people… everywhere?!” “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” I heard him say. I wanted to protest, but I needed to say more. “She tore up my de-dress! Why did she… have to tear up my de-dress?” And then I suddenly remembered that he came upon me with my breasts exposed. I turned my head to him, my eyes widening. “G-Gian…?!” Again, he wasn’t a fool. He comprehended right away what I recalled about the attack just by the tone of my voice and the look on my face. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen plenty of naked women,” he quickly amended.Oh god, nooo! “I know you’ve seen a lot of ti-titties and of all si-sizes and maybe of all shapes—I don’t know! But