Semua Bab After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé : Bab 41 - Bab 50

AMANI“Did you say ‘Bride?’”Zuri sniffs. “Yes. A mysterious blog called Bride published the news early this morning. Now it’s trending everywhere.”I get to my feet once again and pace the room, trying hard not to jump into conclusions. “Have your tech guys investigated this blog?”“They did… at least they tried. Whoever is behind it must be some kind of tech. genius. The IP address is blocked and their firewall is too complex to be broken into. It just seems so strange. Why would someone create an indestructible, untraceable blog just to spill lies about me?”I’m about to say something in response when Rihanna’s “Desperado” pierces the air. It’s Zuri’s phone. “It’s Joanne.” She whispers as she answers the call and puts it on speakerphone. Joanne is her personal assistant.“Miss Bentham, things are getting worse. We really need to stop this persons before he ruins all your hard work.” She sounds panicked as hell.All this bad news is not good for my blood pressure. My stomach tigh

AMANIThis man better be joking.I’m stunned. No, that’s a gross understatement. I’m flabbergasted. I’m appalled.I take a step backwards, almost stumbling into the table behind me. In the last second, Bhyron grabs my wrist and pulls me against his chest.I try to escape but he clamps an arm around my waist, holding me captive. The darkness in his eyes sets my teeth on edge. “Did I say something surprising?” His voice is soft, but there’s no denying the darkness underneath.“I’m confused…”“Don’t be.” He releases me. “The twenty million dollars you owe me has never been a problem. I can afford five times that amount and even more. You’re what I want, Amani. Not the money. You. And Zuri’s offer is standing in the way of what I want.”My shock expands with every word that leaves Bhyron’s mouth.“You can’t do this. I’ll report you to the police.”He smirks.“You’re very much welcome to try. Please report me. No problem. But where’s your evidence? No one will believe you. The officers wi

AMANII’m walking through the entrance of Imperial Couture some thirty minutes later because Sharon has refused to answer my calls and I’m not about to play these games with her.“Ma’am, do you have an appointment?”“No, I don’t.” I repeat for the umpteenth time. “I’m telling you that your boss transferred forty million dollars into my bank account thirty minutes ago. I’ve shown you the evidence. I need explanations.”Sharon’s receptionist has been wasting my time for ten minutes now. “Okay, ma’am. Hold on while I confirm from the accountant.”That does it.The moment she turns away, I slip past her and hurry into the elevator as fast as my legs can carry me.“Hey, ma’am! I never said you could go in!” She yells, just as the doors slide shut.I’m becoming quite skilled at this hide and seek game. Good for me.By the time I arrive at Sharon’s office, I’m almost out of breath. I did not have the time to pay attention to my outfit today, so I’m dressed in a flannel shirt, joggers and s

AMANITHAT EVENING…Zuri and I are in Aunt Ophelia’s townhouse and I’m contemplating if I should paint her toenails red or blue when my phone suddenly rings.I pick it up and glance at the caller ID.“Who is it?” Zuri groans, ever in my business.“A strange number.”“Well, answer it.” She says impatiently.I roll my eyes at her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker phone to satisfy my best friend’s ever increasing curiosity.“Hello?”“Miss Amani. This is Jay.”Zuri and I exchange frowns.“Jay? As in Bhyron Macaulay’s bodyguard, Jay?”“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been directed by the boss to inform you to get ready to travel to New Jersey. You’re expected to leave with the boss this evening.”Zuri and I exchange glances once again. This time, we’re blinking in shock.“What did you say? Where’s your boss? I want to speak with him.”“Mr. Macaulay is currently in a meeting. He expects you to be ready by seven PM. He’ll come over to Mrs. Ophelia’s residence to pick you up personally.”My blood

BHYRONAdrenaline courses through my veins as I glare at the writhing man on the floor, blood running down my arms in tiny, satisfying rivulets. This is the part of my job that I detest the most…but also the part I cannot live without. Duke stands beside me, looking spick and span like he always does during operations like these, scrolling through his iPad. His shirt is still pure fucking white. His suit is unstained. His shoes are not splattered with blood. Let’s just say he’s the complete opposite of me.After the age of twenty, Duke had vowed never to take another human’s life. Today, he only works behind the scenes, making sure all the technical aspects of this job are aligned for a smooth operation. We both have very dark pasts. We both suffer from PTSD, but we handle it differently.Jay currently squats on his haunches beside the rapidly bleeding man, the dagger which he used to slice off all of the bastard’s left fingers firmly in his grip.“Do you still refuse to give us the