Semua Bab A Game With The Billionaire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Jeremy: I can’t fucking breathe. My vision is teary and my heart is racing a thousand miles per second. I don’t know when I slump on the floor, my hands digging through the strands of hair. Sweat starts to form on the base of my forehead, and even though I am trying to breathe, it’s like the air won’t escape out of my lungs. I really, really don’t want to feel this way. It has been a long time since I had a full blown panic attack, but now it’s triggered by those strawberries on the counter. I am going to die, I am going to die right now. “Jeremy, it’s me. Breathe in and out,” a warm voice somehow boosts my vision, Emma’s here. She’s here. She crouches down to my level and starts rubbing circles on my back, her voice soothing me. “Breathe in and out. Come on, you can do it.” “I can’t.” I reply hoarsely. “I just can’t.” I manage to get those words out. “It’s okay.” Her soothing voice appears, Emma takes me into her arms. “It’s going to be okay.” I feel tears pricking at the corn

Daphne: I am leaning against a motorcycle, sipping on a strawberry milkshake while looking at Young Media, the sun is already starting to set and some employees are already starting to come out in twos and threes, but I am waiting for Jasper. I thought we were moving somewhere, but then he just stopped texting all of a sudden. I know this must all be terrifying for him so I gave him time, but apparently, I can’t wait anymore so here I am, standing in front of his company. Am I moving too fast? I keep replaying our conversation in his house when I told him I had feelings for him. I remembered his shocked expression and honestly, it pissed me off that he thinks that he isn’t capable of love after the fiasco his ex-wife pulled. I see Jasper approaching dressed in a simple cardigan and loose-fitted trousers, my heart skips a beat but then it lurches when I see a woman beside him, trying desperately to cling to him. “Mr. Young, headed home already?” The woman with the ginger hair smile

Jeremy: Everyone hates me. “I don’t hate you.” Charlotte says, making a twisted facial expression as she hands me a mug of coffee. “If I hated you, I would have sneaked in blended strawberries into your coffee.” I give her a suspicious look, staring at the mug. She flops on the couch and frowns, “but seriously, you charged into my house at five in the morning and you won’t even explain what’s happening.” I take a deep breath, trying to compress all the strong feelings that are bubbling up inside me. I tell her everything, from the mysterious number’s phone calls to what really happened that night of Chicago. I tell her about yesterday’s night and the look on Ethan’s face like I made them all uncomfortable. What hurts most is the look on Emma’s face. “Oh, Jeremy,” Charlotte’s face softens and fuck do I want to cry. “You should have told me about that night, that’s why we’re friends.” I look away, because it’s so hard right now to stare at her in the eye. “I don’t get it, you’re f

Jeremy: My phone rang at 11:22pm, I was on the couch, staring at the blank TV. She called me, she is calling me. “Emma?” I say, hopeful enough that I am not daydreaming it, that I am not imagining it because hell, it already hurts enough. “Jeremy?” Her voice is slurred at the edges and having known her for entirely all my life, I know she is drunk but I don’t know how many glasses she has had. Emma likes to tell everyone that she can handle her liquor but we both know she’s dead stone with two glasses. “I...need you.” Three works. Three freaking words and my heart goes into overdrive. “Where are you?” I am already standing, shoving my shoes on, grabbing my coat and finding my keys, because wherever she is. I will always go to her. “Some bar called....The Lantern....On 14th...I don’t really know..I just need you....” “I am coming. Give me fifteen minutes, I’ll come to you.” I insert The Lantern into my GPS and soon, I am driving off at high speed. This morning, she decided that

Charlotte: Today we are visiting Tristan’s mother. Tristan has been a little bit hesitant but I was the one that pushed, Leto said that secrets are mostly kept in family homes, especially for a wealthy family that has been dating back since the 1800s. “Are you sure about this?” Tristan asks, gripping the steering wheel hard. We’re in front of the Hart family mansion and he looks really uncomfortable to be here. It makes me feel guilty that I am the one making him to be here, but if I really want to help Tristan by figuring out more about his late brother, then I have to meet his mother and know more about the mansion and the secrets that’s buried here, then this is what I have to do. “Yes, I am sure your mother is going to be delighted.” Last night, I did my research on Vivienne Hart. The internet describes her as a joyful, jovial socialite that aims on bringing back justice to the world, but the Vivienne Hart that raised the man sitting beside me sounds nothing like what the int