บททั้งหมดของ Entangle With The Billioniare CEO: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

As usual, the thought of running didn’t cease to come. But unfortunately, it wasn’t a good idea. He had men around and with his long legs, I wasn’t sure I will move 3 steps without being caught. I watched him in fright as he approached me. With his eyeballs fixed on my face, with each step towards me, I made a step backward. I wished I could make a magic wand and disappear from his sight. I looked at my driver lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, I wondered if he was still a life. I looked at him and this time he was a few steps away from where i and Sandra were standing. “Who are you, and what do you want from me.” I was shaking, but I stood my ground, look him in the face, and asked him those questions. It wasn’t that I wanted those answers, I just wanted to distract him, if that will make him back off. But he seems determined not to be distracted by anyone. He stopped when he felt he was closer enough and stare at me. From where he stood, I could feel his breath on my forehea

I don’t know what transpired between them. I don’t know who was the rightful person to assume the CEO’s office of Triple Friend's Group of Companies, either. All I know is that I won’t wish my enemy what Lucas has done to Buzz. Buzz may be heartless, but he doesn’t deserve such treatment. To think that Buzz would do the same to someone if he was in Lucas’s shoes, was very difficult, I wouldn’t believe it if I was told. Lucas's blows were as heavy as a bag of granite, and they landed on Buzz's face like a stone to a kernel, with every punch comes a tear. He continued with the blow till Buzz's white suit was all soaked with blood. If fear was a name, then I’d be called. I could imagine the pain he was going through like all the punches landed on my body. I couldn’t help but think, about what he’d do to me if I offend him. I felt pity for Buzz, forgetting how he almost slice my forehead with a pocket knife, how he ordered Sandra to be shot, how he almost crushed the bones of my chin

I woke up when the car made a turn and entered a road that looked like a runway. I hurriedly lifted my head when I noticed I was leaning on Lucas's shoulders. It was embarrassing that I have stained his white shirt with my saliva. He turned to look at me, but I avoided his eyes and quickly looked away. The tinted glass prevented me from having a clear view. With the black background, I still manage to see the gold-plated gate that opened itself as we drove in. Lucas lived in a villa. From the gate, I anticipated a building with more sophisticated technology. The car made a turn around a water fountain with stood high like a roundabout parked at the lot. Shortly the door opened and Lucas stepped out first, the chauffeur behind the door bow a bit as he walked past him. He did the same to me as I joined, I wanted to rebuke him and tell him I don’t want such treatment, but I was distracted by the fountain I barely saw. I didn’t notice the vastness of the fountain, no wonder it took for

I was still in the bed wondering if Lucas had slept on the same bed with me, the thought of him hugging my waist as he slept made me sigh at intervals. It was of the things I wouldn’t take from him, what I wouldn’t agree to him. I rather let his parents know that it’s a fake marriage than let him hug me like his wife. The doorbell snapped me out of my thought. I rolled down from the bed and headed to the door, I stopped when I remember that I need a card to open the door. Then, I remember seeing Lucas in the room, how did he leave the room? Does the door have numerous cards, just like normal doors with a bunch of keys?The bell sounded again, and I hurried back with the card, but a voice out of nowhere frightened me and stopped at once.“Good morning to the Dowell, breakfast is ready, hurry down before it gets cold.” I lift my hand off my chest which I unconsciously placed in shock when I realize it was a customized voice. It must have been sounding before now. I checked my phone, an

I unleashed all the anger, the hatred I harbored inside Buzz. I wanted him to experience how it feels to be hurt. With every punch I gave him, I felt satisfied. When I remember Helen crying face, my arm became stronger and the urge of hitting him more persisted. I watched him wail and I smile, his cries were like a turn-on, it felt like he was laughing. I hate the sound of his voice, the color of his skin, and the mention of his name. I wished him dead and I was ready to send him to that grave. I know his family will want to use this very act as a ground to disqualify me. But I will show them that I am in charge. I have stayed quiet for too long. It has given Buzz more reason to step in my lane. My annoyance intensified when I remember how hard I have tried to persuade Helen, and his action would made her want to change her mind. Something I could die trying to prevent, something that made me plan to sack the driver that refused to take her to a restaurant of her choice. I pushed the