All Chapters of A Billionaire's Dirty Secrets (Secret Sins Club Book 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“That’s Mrs. Schultz.” I huffed as I tried not to give attention to the way my eyes were smarting. “He told me he’d be with his Mom at this party in Baguio. He’s a mama’s boy, Gian. On our dates, she would call to check on him. She’s got him on GPS, and I think, she also calls when we happen to go somewhere he didn’t tell her we’d go.” He looked disturbed. “What? For real?”Sure… I rolled my eyes at the other mama’s boy. Okay, he wasn’t exactly like that. Madam Soniah wasn’t manipulative or a stage mom. She was an uber-supportive mother to her boys, stood the silent but strong partner to her husband, and she would spoil anyone she liked if they would let her. A very protective person, you would not find an angrier mama bear if she found herself or her boys unfairly manipulated. Meanwhile, Mrs. Schultz’s excessive watchfulness of everything that Brandon did in his life every hour, if possible, bordered on the creepy. And Brandon knew this, even if he acted like he was clueless ab

I really, honestly, couldn’t remember what I did, until I saw one of my pair of sneakers flying towards the only person standing on the balcony right then. Tog!It’s a bull’s eye, ladies and gentlemen! I watched as my projectile’s impact threw Brandon’s head back. The two instantly un-cleaved at Brandon’s surprised shout of anger and pain. “Ahh! What the fuck…?!” He furiously turned his head to where the projectile came from. He pointed me with his forefinger… then he recognized me. The hand dropped. He turned pale. “Elise…?” I was staring up there, dazed, as his glistening member popped out of Lisette’s mouth to twitch in the air. The railings on the balcony were spaced just right for a show. “Brandon, dammit!” I was suddenly pulled back and turned away from him. “Fix yourself, you bastard!” Gian. I forgot I had him with me. How could I have forgotten him? As his arm came around me and a hand pushed my head from the back so I could bury my flaming face in his chest, I couldn’t

I could feel the tension in my jaws as I started the car engine. I glanced at Elise. She had her eyes closed, but her jaws were clenched, and it was evident that she was holding back tears. My chest tightened as I began to drive. It shouldn't be like this when she came out as a Von Schiller. Damn it. She should have been ready. Not like this.Can she ever be ready?For what?For someone like Emile?No. Never. I was grateful that Elise was still lost in her own world of misery because the car swerved as little as my whole body trembled with the dread that crept up my skin. She didn't notice any of it. If it was up to me, Elise would never come face to face with the monsters. I tried my best from the moment she entered my life. I was succeeding. It had come to the point where everyone associated Elise with me. I planned everything so that when she revealed herself, everyone would know that she was mine.All mine. Anyone who wanted to get to her would have to go through me. I was her

So, anyway, Onkel Karl's purpose in visiting Elise was to execute the Last Will and Testament of his deceased brother. But Onkel Karl wasn't sure about how to approach because he barely knew Rose. Fritz had been extremely private, almost a recluse. He was a kind, workaholic genius but mostly antisocial. He knew machines extremely well, but not people. Not that he didn't like people, but he liked work much, much better. So, he never brought his family to Germany. Onkel Karl and Oma Beatrice only had three short visits to the Philippines, which were not enough to say that the two sides really got to know each other well. I overheard my parents' conversation that Oma Beatrice was extremely surprised when her son suddenly decided to get married but couldn't protest even though she knew it would prevent him from being with his youngest in Munich. Rose didn't want to leave the Philippines. Despite Rose's charm, the older woman distanced herself during those few visits, because she couldn’t

Two hours, one big bowl of grapes, a platter of cold chicken bones, and an empty bottle of tequila … equaled a drunken Elise. I endeavored to maintain my sobriety as much as possible to supervise. It was a small sacrifice compared to what she had gone through if I had been more alert to the people around her. She was going through a major meltdown, as expected. She wept again over what Charis did. Because she was drunk, she no longer controlled her anger towards Brandon and his family. But the torturous part was when she got buzzed enough and turned cerebral, analyzing to death what exactly happened to her first romantic relationship while we lay side-by-side on the large bed and watched a rotating ceiling fan above us. "What if I've had sex with him...?" she said. "Because, sometimes – you know? – he would pester me to make out?" "He did, huh?" "Hey... hold your horses! It's a secret. It's a… like gos-ship!" she squeaked. "How can it be gossip if you're the one telling?"