บททั้งหมดของ Married for Revenge: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 105

    Luke's POV I did not hit Scarlett that hard, how did she faint? She is pregnant, I forgot to remind myself when the thoughts of hitting her came racing in my head. How did she discover the passcode to my box? It is something I will never tell her, and a code that will take days to digest.  When I had first used the code, I wrote the numbers on a paper for future reference, just in case I forgot during the period. Now, what? She had done more than herself by discovering the code and even searching the box and invading my privacy. What hurt more is the fact that I did not finish hiding everything before the arrival of the police. How far can I hide the box? They will always get hold of it after a thorough research in the house. The moment I hit her, she fell to the floor, and I noticed blood flowing f

 Amelia's POV It was barely a month and Scarlett's funeral was organized.  Ethan stayed by my side all through, he took a leave from work just to be with me. Pamela on the other side can be sweet, and even sweeter. It dawned on me even more and more that my sister is dead. “We'll visit the police station today,” Ethan announced one morning. “Get ready.” “Why?” “What do you mean?” He asked, turning to face me. “You've not had a conversation with your sister's killer since the day it happened. Don't you want to see him?” “I don't know.” I thought about it. I wanted to see Luke, I ended up deciding, I took my bath later that evening and was ready to see him. Luke Oren.  “Can I come with you?” Pamela beg

Ethan's POV I slept soundly that hour, almost dreaming when a hand hit me. At first, I thought it was in my dream, or a mis-thought. The hand butted me again, and I jumped up on the bed. “What is it?” I asked Amelia, she held onto the edge of the bed, gasping for air. “What is it?!” I asked again, holding her hand. “I think the babies are coming.” I thought I didn't hear the words clearly until she repeated them again, Pamela's name filled my mouth the next moment. I was more confused and hurt when Amelia burst out crying, it was in the early hours of the morning and definitely not the right time for this. Whatever it is that she felt must have hurt, deeply. “Pamela!” I screamed the young lady's name again, higher than the former pitch and tone. I heard the door of her room creak, and footsteps were heard. She was on her way. “What is it?” The confused woman asked, rushing to Amelia's side. “I think the babies are coming, uncle.” Of course, I know. The only thing I d