Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

BLAIR'S POV “112 reporting, 112 reporting, come in,” I called, very early the next morning. “112,” the first caller responded, “we can't seem to trace your device, situation report?” He demanded. “Yes, sir, I think it's damaged,” I responded. “Abort mission for a hundred men sir, Brian Craig is in custody,” I said.“What?” The boss with the animated voice exclaimed in the background.“112, you had better not be playing games with me,” he said, in a threatening tone. “You know how serious this is to Master X,” the caller said,“Master X, I have Mr. Brian Craig, I just need a vehicle to convey his unconscious body, sir,” I said. I didn't know if he could tell how shaky my voice was, as I uttered every word, shivering from the tip of my hair to those of my feet. “An agent would pick you up in a vehicle in four hours, 112,” the caller said, “be there,” he said, disconnecting the call. I took a deep breath, hiding my fear. I knew Brian only needed the slightest chance to ask me to

BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES I slowly opened my eyes to a beeping sphygmomanometer above my head. My vision was blurry at first, but I couldn't miss the white ceiling of a hospital and the drip bag above my head. ‘Brian,’ it hit me. I tried to get out of bed, but was pressed back by an unforgiving headache. “That's okay, you need to rest,” I heard a familiar voice, as a hand held me down into bed. “Steven?” I questioned my sight. “I'm here, I'm right here,” he answered.My heart was gladdened by the sight of him, but the bulk part of it, weighed down by thoughts of Brian. “Brian,” I called.I was weak in every muscle of my body and couldn't bring myself to articulate a full sentence. “We have to focus on your recovery,” Steven said, “First, you need to be strong enough to get out of this place,” he said. ‘This was a joke, right?’ There was no way I was recovering, if he didn't tell me everything I needed to know about Brian and whatever it was that happened in that apartment. “Ste

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES “What?” I lifted my head up and found Brian disconnecting the tubes. “Brian?” I was appalled and couldn't seem to wrap my head around all of this. “What is happening? Where are we going? Shouldn't you be in a coma?” I threw question after question as he got out of bed, changing his hospital robe into a casual jogger and plain shirt. He held my hand and strictly instructed me to be quiet. My heart was beating really very fast and I just couldn't take it all in. I followed him as quietly as we possibly could, sneaking from one hidden room to the other, or one pillar to the other. The hospital was disorganized, all in search of me. Brian seemed to have made a home of this place and got us out in no second, a red Dutch Muscle met us outside the hospital. We got in the back and the vehicle zoomed off very quickly. “Brian, what is happening?” I asked, shivering terribly. He held my hand tightly, giving me a reassuring feeling, but my questions still needed a

BLAIR'S POV We stared at each other for a few seconds, and he headed to get the door. “My. Bro,” his tone immediately got excited, “that was fast,”Stephen walked in, and himself and Brian were locked in a tight embrace for a while. I thought their relationship was one of the most beautiful things to behold. I got jealous of Steven every time. Brian trusted him with his life and he knew Brian more than anyone else in the world did. My relationship with Brian had definitely gotten better, but a part of me couldn't help envy what he had with Steven, and although I understood the strength of blood ties and wished that Brian would start looking at me as family too. I saw him as my world. The excitement to see each other was evident in their broad smiles and the lightness of their voice. “Hy, Blair,” Steven said, walking into the house properly, with Brian shutting the door behind him. “Hello, Steven,” I waved at him with a broad smile. “I see Brian helped you recover from the sh

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUESIt took two days to get a stable location for Master X. For the next two days, we watched the red, blinking dot on the digital map move from country to country. Master X didn't find any rest in forty-eight hours, and we grew weary of following beelines. Brian barely spoke to me or Steven during those two days, seeming absent-minded and intensely focused on the map, taking sips from his wine glass. His behavior in the last forty-eight hours was worrying, and Steven insisted we didn't engage him beyond what he was willing to share. He had developed a strong drinking habit; his wine glass never left his hand, nor was it ever empty. Anytime I tried to speak, Steven would immediately signal me to let him be. We were both worried about Brian, and I feared he might hurt himself, but Steven didn't think of that.It was day three of watching an unstable criminal across the globe, but this time, it didn't take more than three hours for the tracking dot to come to a st