บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For The Billionaire.: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Emily’s fingers swiped across the dusty surface of the table, on which she leaned the several photos that she’d lifted up. The whole house was eerily silent since Isabella walked out the front doors with her coat.And although it had been several minutes, Emily still wanted to talk.She drew towards the kitchen tap, running her hands beneath the water and wiping it across a napkin. But all of a sudden, there was a shrill scream that alerted her from outside the windows. Immediately, she lifted her gaze, throwing it back at the door Isa had walked through.“Isabella” Emily mouthed.She charged towards the front porch, staggering her way down the steps and seeing a car pull away in the distance. Em halted, filling Isabella’s footsteps in the snow with hers and there was an uncanny feeling that immediately dawned on her. She searched her pockets for her phone but that was until she saw Isabella’s lying in the ground.It seemed like she was on a call which immediately hung up. But that w

“I made a whole list, narrowing down every fbi most wanted criminal that could possibly be the leader of the mob?” Harold threw gazes between Leonardo and his mother. “You think you’ll find that sort of thing on the internet?” Freya’s voice was hoarse and unkind. But Leonardo was as silent as a graveyard, his eyes fixated into the screen. “Everything is on the internet” Harold cleared his throat, looking through the faces that would strike a familiar chord.“Are these all?” Sheriff Stevens asked and there was a tone that made it obvious that they weren’t really getting anywhere with this. “These are the names that have been linked to the location from which that bloodied parcel came from?” Harold replied but was met with an even more grueling question.“What if we’re looking at the wrong people here?”“Obviously you don’t see a most wanted man roaming the streets of Chicago and how are we even sure that he’s wanted at all. He could have a clean slate with nothing the government has o

“Crosschecked the city’s database and found nothing under the name Ivan” Sheriff Steven muttered beneath his breath as he pushed in through the residential doors of Leonardo’s house. He saw both Ryan and Emily slouched in the corner of the dining room but Frye caught his attention more.“Seems like a dead end. So what should we be looking out for now?” She walked up the steps, turning to Leonardo as he corked open a bottle of beer. His hands ran through his hair before letting it fall across his face and he heaved a deep breath.“All i have are the same five people the police thinks could have sent the package” Stevens replied, placing the laptop in his hands to the table and for the first time, Freya seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. He danced the cursor across the screen but something caught her attention immediately.“Wait wait, go back” Freya pointed her fingers to a photo that he skipped and Leonardo inched closer as well. “I know that man” She realized, turning

"Promise me you're not going to get hurt" "Leonardo!" She called and a sharp breath escaped his lips. But not with any more words. He turned off the speaker and pressed the phone back against his ears. "If not for me, then your kids" Following her voice was a very faint sound from Emily and he pushed yet another lump down his throat."Promise us you'll come back." She whispered. "I will" He blurted out just then and a crinkle curled his lips. The car came to an immediate halt in the gas station and Leonardo sat forward."I will be back with Isabella" He assured and then ended the call. Stevens climbed out the other side while he alighted from the right. "What happened?" Leonardo asked, his voice almost buried amidst the creaking of the crickets by the shrubs on the roads."We're meeting Jazzlyn and Daniel somewhere around here" Joan stepped out of the car and Leonardo threw her a look. Stevens jerked the fuel pump and inserted it into the car. "Since when?" He asked. "Since they text

There's a popular saying about how you never really get over your first love. Several arguments regarding whether it's a myth or if it's indeed true, controversially, i'll agree to the latter.There's something about loving someone for the first time that insinuates that it's your deepest—your most vulnerable. That love represents your youth, a younger and much simpler time that most people long their whole lives for. It's a life changing experience, feeling so strongly for one person to have it all devastatingly end. Of course it ends, or else it wouldn't be called your first love anymore.It would have be your only love. There's something about your first love that registers into your brain, filling it with the much needed hormones to make the thought of that one person last forever—to make it unforgettable. And that's besides the various first milestones that follow.You'll carry these memories with you often times and you find yourself drawing back to that time, that time you ne