Semua Bab After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé : Bab 91 - Bab 100

AMAYAEvery bride is always excited to see her groom on their wedding day. But the only emotion that flows through my veins right now is nervousness.Instead of staring at my groom with love in my eyes, I keep my gaze firmly trained on the guests as I walk down the semi-long aisle with grandpa by my side.While some of the men look back at me with genuine happiness and awe, I can’t say the same about the ladies. Most of them are young, about my age. The only people I recognize in the sea of faces are Sharon, her sister and Brielle. The rest are strangers. The ladies do not bother hiding their smirks and tiny frowns of jealousy and displeasure as I walk past. They’re all upset that New York City’s most gorgeous bachelor is going off the market… and I’m the reason for that.If only they knew the battle of confusion that currently brews in my heart. I would gladly exchange myself with any of these women in a heartbeat.“Remember, Amani,” grandpa whispers gruffly, snapping me to the pres

AMANI I hear someone scream in the distance, a high pitched, bloodcurdling scream that has my toes curling with horror. It takes me three seconds to realize that the scream comes from me. “B-Bhyron…” I stutter, trying to draw his attention to the dead woman. “Bhyron, look…” My eyes are frozen on her beautiful, lifeless face. I cannot even bring myself to cry. “Are you okay…?” Bhyron turns around. The moment he stiffens above me, I know he’s seen her. The violent switch in his expression from worried to fearful is absolutely traumatizing to watch. “Grandma? Grandma!!” Bullets are still flying but he tries to crawl off me towards grandma Alice. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. “Let go! I need to check on grandma. Let go of me!” The pure, raw pain in his voice breaks the dam that holds my tears and they come flooding down my cheeks in torrents. I shake my head and hold on tighter, even when my arms and legs start to hurt from his viole

AMANI“…the doctors say he’s in a coma and might not make it…”I’m stunned to silence, Bhyron’s intending kiss momentarily forgotten. I lean back and hold his gaze as dread settles like boulders on my shoulders.My lips are already trembling. I can barely get a word out; “Wh-what did you say?”Bhyron’s eyes are dark and emotionless as he trails a fingertip over my cheek, saying nothing. I’m shaking now. I’m not sure, but I think my teeth are chattering.I’m yet to process that Grandma Alice was killed. Now, this? I can’t take it. My heart can’t take this anymore.Deep down, I’m wondering how Bhyron manages to look so composed. He lost a grandparent and has one on the verge of death in just one night, but aside from the look of devastation in his eyes, he still gives off his signature dark lord vibe — cool and unaffected — while I’m on the verge of having a fully blown panic attack.“He was rushed to the hospital the second I discovered he was shot. My mother and siblings are with him.

AMANII wake up from a fitful sleep three hours later, feeling groggy and tired as hell. One glance at the messy bed reveals that I’d tossed and turned all night. I kept having nightmares, none that I remember right away.Goosebumps rise on my skin as I survey the room, noting Bhyron’s absence. All the lights are off but he plugged in the nightlights for me before leaving. He still remembers that I’m scared of the dark.The thought fills my heart with warmth seconds before I shake some common sense into my rapidly thumping heart.We don’t want to fall in love with Bhyron Macaulay any further than we already have, now do we?All the horrible memories from the previous day come flooding back the moment I open my eyes. The attack. Grandma’s death. Grandpa’s condition.My heart twists painfully when I remember how I cried and begged Bhyron to take me along with him to the hospital. He bluntly refused, stating very clearly;“Please stay where I’m sure you’d be safe, Amani. I’m already worr

AMANIThey say anger and determination gives a person unbelievable strength and I’m starting to believe it. The vanity table in Bhyron’s suite probably weighs two hundred pounds but I managed to push it to the door under five minutes.I’m sweating like a stuffed Christmas turkey when I’m done but atleast Duncan won’t be able to break the door down while I’m carrying out my plan.When I’m satisfied that the room is impenetrable, I make my way to the closet and choose the shirts that look the most expensive in Bhyron’s wardrobe.“Five thousand dollars?!” I exclaim, gaping at the price tag on one of the designer white shirts. “It better be made from heavenly silk.” I add it to the pile.Bhyron’s wardrobe is probably the most organized I’ve ever seen. His shirts are sorted in colours and even his suits are colour themed.Next, I select a handful of suits and expensive underwear. I pack up everything and dump them in the middle of the room, then I add a couple of blankets.After making sur