บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Last Game: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

LARSON… The soft whispers of my name coming out of her mouth ignited a fire burning within me, with my legs moving across the floor and backwards she withdrew from my body and placed a finger on my chest pushing me onto the bed as I watched her gently lay on top of me with my hands wrapped round her soft body. I knew the night was going to be a long one but while it lasts I will hope that nothing goes wrong and changes between us, I will rather be alone all my life than being without her. I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins and I was consumed by lust. "You are always in the mood for me and that's why I am so crazy about you. I want to kiss every inch of your body and I can't wait any longer in order to make you scream my name" I pressed my lips to her earlobe moaning in sheer pleasure "Can you stop teasing me and fuck me!" she said staring at me with sex craved eyes and running her wet tongue over my lips "My tongue can do a better job teasing you than my words can" I c

MALIA… I skidded to a halt, my chest heaving as I stared at her in awe and I was quite astonished by her vehemence. "What!? repeat what you said" I asked stepping closer to her "I'm sure you haven't lost your sense of hearing but I will repeat my words to you more loudly than ever. It's either you leave Larson and convince him to stay with me or get ready to hire the top lawyers across the world because I will make sure I send Larson to jail" she said smugly and I stared at her, I saw a dangerous woman in front of me one who could go to any extend to get what she wants and that made me petrified. "Are you threatening me? and what prove do you have to send him to jail? I hope you know the court works on evidence and not emotions" I replied "No one knows that better than me, I will kill myself and put the blame on him and also you won't be spared either I'll make sure to drag you into this case. You just can't live happily after my death" she smirked victoriously "Shame on you! yo

MALIA… Twenty minutes later the doctor arrived to check on Liya, I felt lonely as I stood in the corner trying to gather myself while silent tears silently ran down my cheeks from sorrow. I sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, my eyes red and swollen from crying and my mind was too torn with my own pain. My lips were trembling and my eyes were watery as I struggled to breathe letting out a series of hiccups and having to prove my innocence, an indescribable feeling which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of my conciousness filled my whole body and for half a second I stood reeling, swaying, and staring at Larson who was seated beside Liya and his hands were intertwined with her's. "Doctor how is her health? Is she doing any better?" Larson asked with concern lacing through his voice "Yeah she is, fortunately for her the injury on her wrist wasn't deep enough otherwise feeling her pulse would have been an issue. I took some few blood tests I'll need to take

LARSON… I was a fool to think that the kisses and intimate moments I shared with Malia was enough to give her so much reassurance. Maybe I wasn't good enough and probably I made her feel so insecure that's why she had to go behind my back and attack Liya, how could she stoop so low? When I saw her ontop of Liya placing the knife directly at her throat I couldn't think properly as a cold chill crept up my spine, raising the hair on the back of my neck and realization washed over me in alternating waves of pain and numbness. All I could see were the police taking her away in handcuffs and I wouldn't want her to suffer because I love her so much, much more than I could ever imagine, I wasn't just heartbroken but I was empty without her. Without her my life wouldn't make any sense, I stood by a corner and watched her leave with tears in her eyes and I desperately want to know why a picture of Brianna and mr Ray Smith is lingering in her mansion. Was she connected to my sister? and if tha

MALIA… Anger curled hot and unstoppable in my body like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn me from the inside out. I felt myself getting breathless and I clenched my fists so hard that my nails cut into my skin and my head was threatening to explode. My pulse sped up and I was breathing very shallow with my blood boiling within my veins as I felt my temperature rising and fear swelled inside of me. I was taken aback in utter dismay when Larson handed the photo over to me and I felt extremely nervous when he asked for my connection with her, could it be that his unraveled mystery is related to the photo? I have never inquired about her family and I made sure to clear every trace of her presence in the mansion except from one place. Oh my goodness…this can't be happening, if Larson got a hold on that photo it only means he has found out about the hidden door. I managed to escape from his questions but for how long? I can't risk my father getting exposed otherwise he will spend the