บททั้งหมดของ Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Unconscious and half dead, the blood from her hair and scalp stains my slacks. She came so close to her bright, brilliant light being snuffed out. Thinking about the future, I can't say she'll be the same. After everything she's been through and endured. How far can a rubber band stretch before it snaps? A different kind of fear grips me, then. Physical wounds can heal, but emotional wounds…the brain can become your worst enemy if you allow it. I can't help but ask myself if she witnessed her mother dying. After everything, this might be the final nail in her coffin. The prospect of her never recovering makes me sick.“Do you know anyone at the hospital? Can we call to let them know we're coming?”He lifts a hand, pointing. “We're basically here.” Now that he's said it, I notice the red and white emergency sign a few lights beyond where we have to stop for cross traffic. He leans on the horn, but it's no use. He can't stop the cars moving in both directions in front of us.“As soon as

Catarina Calm.All these what-if questions are twisting me up tighter and tighter.I force myself to take deep breaths, filling my lungs thoroughly. I can't let myself think that way. I need to get out of this—whateveritis—alive, so I can't give in to the panic. It might even be possible to do that until a shadow blocks out the light coming in under the door.Staring at that shadow, I press my back to the cold wall. No matter how hard I listen, I can't make out more than mumbling on the other side. Who is on the other side of that door, and what do they plan to do to me? My heart seizes at the click of the lock.Please, don't let them hurt me or my baby.I sit up quickly, causing my head to swim. Ignoring the dizziness, I draw my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them, trembling while I wait for the door to open. I wonder if they're drawing it out to scare me.If they are, it's working.The door creaks as it opens, and at first, the light streaming in from outside the room blinds

GIANNI“Where the fuck is he?” The asshole's voice carries down the hall and directly into my ears.Fucking Charles.Only he would come storming into the hospital like the fucking Calvary at a time like this. What a sanctimonious prick.I'm barely out of Tatiana's room, when I find Charles Cole marching down the hall, his cheeks red, his gaze murderous, looking like he just stepped out of the shower when I called—his dark hair wet and raked away from his forehead. I notice he's wearing sweats and a pair of slides on his otherwise bare feet. Two nurses make the mistake of crossing the hall at the same time and are nearly steamrolled in his attempt to reach me. Of course, the man's too busy glaring at me with rage to notice.He's my last concern once I catch sight of the taller man walking behind him. His officer badge gleams treacherously back at me from the lanyard hanging around his neck.Yeah, fuck no.“Absolutely fucking not,” I warn, holding up both hands before pointing at the stra

Eventually, they're going to want some entertainment, something to make it worth their time. Humiliation appears to be their favorite tactic at the moment, because, of course it's more fun to hurt me than it is to watch paint dry, and I'm sure Jack enjoys knowing I'm being humiliated. Instead of lying back down on the dirty cot, where springs poke at me no matter how I position myself, I throw my arms over my head to try to loosen the stiffness in my muscles.Being in this cold, nasty place isn't helping any. I finally came to the conclusion that this is some basement, but to what building, I'm not sure. I can reach the window enough to know it's painted shut, but I can't see much of anything besides the sky when I look through it.The frame to the cot is heavy, but not so heavy I couldn't drag it across the room and stand on it to get a better view. The only issue is that I don't need any of the men in the hall hearing me. I'm sure it would make a terrible screeching noise, dragging

GIANNILava burns through my veins, threatening to turn me to ash. I can't make my brain catch up with what my eyes are seeing. No matter how many times I watch the disgusting video, I can't believe it's true, and maybe that's because I don't want to.My grip on the phone tightens. “I'll kill him. I will fucking kill him.”“That's Moroni's voice,” Roger murmurs, watching the video on his own cell phone. Once again, the message was sent to both of us, almost like he was afraid we'd miss it.“Yeah, it is.” And all the recognition does is heighten my rage. I should have known. I should have known all along. Sabotaging my business wasn't enough for him. He had to take things a step further. Deep down, my gut said he might have had something to do with this. Only with no warning signs, no shipments being messed with, no problems or chaos, nothing was pointing us in that direction. I can't wrap my head around it.Roger flinches when I pick up the small vase full of flowers on Tatiana's tabl