บททั้งหมดของ Back With The Billionaire's Heir: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Denzel Flynn******I never imagined Naomi’s father to run away like that. When I learned about his fleeing from the receptionist, it was bad enough. But when I overheard Mrs. West telling about their intimate moment from the night before to Naomi, it was a blow to my face.I’d warned myself to not get emotionally involved, but I end up being a part of this big drama, anyway. I guess that’s a package deal that comes with having a family.Mrs. West was not in high spirits after I broke the news to her but she was willing to spend the remaining days in the resort for the sake of our efforts. Even though we decided to stay and have fun, most of her time was invested in Naomi’s and Ben’s health.It was a nightmare to be short. If I exclude the morning picnics near the lake and occasional dinners and outing, we spent the last two days locked in our rooms.Now, it’s the seventh day, and we’re on our way to the court so little rose’s parents can finalize their divorce.The air inside the car

Unknown POV******Layla Kingsley stares dumbfounded at what she’s just discovered. After spending many weeks in isolation, plotting and planning and fearing for her life, it’s like she just hit a jackpot.But she never entered in the lottery, which is why the sight before her, the crucial piece of information, also gives her chills.This is it. This can change her whole life.She takes out her phone to capture this shocking moment. She continuously taps on the photo icon to take pictures from multiple angles.With a lingering look at the truth she’s just discovered, she walks away before anyone notices her presence. She laughs as she takes the street to her apartment. She’s been in so much pressure for the last few weeks, trying to come up with desperate measures to find something on the Flynn’s. But it’s been a pain in the butt with blondie and Davenport not picking up her calls. After her last meeting with Chloe, she made it clear that she wanted to come clean in front of her dea

I have been feeling guilty towards Marcus all night. Even though I made that Devil sleep on the couch and didn’t spare him a single glance this morning, my heart weighs heavy when I think of Marcus and how unfair I’ve been to him.Which is why the first thing I did in the morning was to schedule a meeting with him. I wanted to take Ben out as well, but Denzel probably knew about my intention and ended the discussion before it even came up.On the plus side, at least Marcus and I’ll be able to have a conversation like proper responsible grownups—on the downside, I won’t have any shield to hide behind.The bell jingles on the cafe’s door, warning us about a new presence. I look up and notice Marcus walking up to my table. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to smile.“Marcus, hey.” I speak, but even my tone sounds too monotonous. He nods, acknowledging my presence, but doesn’t speak up.Gathering courage, I say. “About last night. I’m truly sorry. Had I known beforehand, I would’ve d

Denzel Flynn******Little rose has a lot of questions for me lately. I don't mind them, but they chill me out. The last six months have been a blast, to say the least. But I'm having doubts about how to further continue my relationship with her.Should I say my memory has returned?Or would coming clean about everything would be better?No, can't do that. She'll probably kill me for real this time.Unable to come to a decision, I do what I do best. I take out my phone and call his number.He picks up after the fifth ring. “I have a life, in case you didn't know." Jacob groans from the other side. It's seven in the evening, but his voice is surprisingly hoarse.It's not even workday. I wonder what he is even doing."And what are you so busy with?" I drawl."Finding a wife." He answers after ten seconds. I know because I was counting. "Well, let's put aside your imaginary problems for now, I have a real crisis on hand." I roll my eyes, having a hard time trusting his words."Sister-

Unknown POV******The moment Layla opens her eyes, a strong cologne and impenetrable darkness pierce her senses. And a migraine follows suit.Her arms fly out in the dark by instinct. It isn't until she knocks her sore wrists onto something that she realizes that she's tightly bound in place.Gradually the memories come back to her, and the panic rises in her heart. She slams her arms against the solid space, uttering muffled words. All this to gain attention from anyone passing by.In time, she hears rapid footsteps, and her struggle only grows louder. She silently wishes that the noise outside comes from a stranger. When the trunk opens, dim light pierces Layla's eyes, momentarily blinding her. She squints before regaining her vision and spotting the shadow helping her out of the car.To her, he seems a bit too short to be Flynn."You okay? What are you doing in his car?" Marcus inquires. His tone expresses more curiosity rather than worry for Layla's condition.He isn't in the sh