Lahat ng Kabanata ng His sidepiece : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

ISABELLA.There is nothing money can't solve. Absolutely nothing.I smile to myself as I watch John walk into the courtroom.Rather than just releasing a press statement, I decided it was best to get Emma out of that place as soon as possible. I wanted John all for myself, and I knew it was impossible, as long as she was still in there.So, I made a quick call, and got him an impromptu meeting.Of course, Kaitlyn knew better than to pass a guilty verdict, but I didn't want John to know that. It was exciting to find him preparing his speech for the judge. Given that he was informed only thirty minutes beforehand, he better have solid proof.I had gotten Kaitlyn to post bail for Emma. An exorbitant amount I knew she wouldn't be able to afford. That way, she would have to return to me, and she would owe her freedom to me.It was a solid plan. Why bother being the villain when you can turn the narrative by playing the role of the good guy?I remained seated in my car, listening through th

EMMA.I never thought this day would come. As the weeks went by, I had slowly grown to accept the fact that I would be here permanently. When the bail came in, I knew for sure there was no way out.As much as I had asked John to seek help from Isabella, I had my doubts. Would she really want her arch nemesis out in public? Was she really ready to risk me seeing her husband?I hissed at the thought of Alex. She definitely had nothing to bother about. If there was anything this entire ordeal had taught me, it was the fact that Alex only knew how to make promises. He would never defend, nor protect me.I was foolish to have believed his lies. I should've known better. What was I even thinking? If he truly cared, he would have made us official,“He filed for a divorce,” a voice whispered in my head,I pushed it back immediately,How many years did it take for him to decide he wanted the divorce? And after that, how much longer did it take for him to get her to sign the papers? He never d

EMMA On our ride home, I considered bringing Liam up again. I didn't want her to know I was affiliated to him in some way, but I had to know about him. Moreover, I had had sex with the man.“So, what's it like working for Liam Anderson?” I started the conversation slowly,She continued driving, but a smile crept up her face. “You’re asking about Liam again. You have a crush on him, don't you?” She asked,“No,” I denied immediately.“Emma, it's alright to admit you have a crush on my boss. Everyone does.”“Do you?” I teased,“I used to, but I knew I was better than that.”“Better than that, how?”“Liam Anderson is a great boss, and probably a great human, but he would be a horrible boyfriend. He is always partying, always with different girls. Everyday, a new magazine releases a clip of him with someone else. It's obvious he's not looking for something serious, and he wouldn't want to commit to it. I, on the other hand, am done with games, and have no intention of settling for such st

ISABELLA.To the best of my knowledge, Emma was out of town, and that was all I needed. With her gone, Alex was more focused, and making more money. His net worth had tremendously increased, making him top one in his career. He was the face of magazines, and blogs after successfully bagging one of the biggest contracts in the city. That was my man. My Alex.I touched my glass, watching as the liquid flowed within it.El was still busy narrating how her day went, but I couldn't get myself to focus. She was boring, and uninteresting.I wanted to talk about myself.I hissed when she mentioned her fiance-no, boyfriend- that had never treated her right.“And he even closed the door for me!” She exclaimed,I raised a brow. “That's the bare minimum. Any man is supposed to do that,” I said to her with all honesty,Her face bent into a frown, but then I watched as she shoved me off, and the light returned to her eyes,“Isa, you're not getting the point. He never used to be a gentleman, he's c

ISABELLATwo hours later, I was in bed with John, sweat dripping all over our skins. His lips gently pressed on my forehead. I smiled gently.“You're so beautiful,” he complimented for what felt like the thirtieth time,I grinned even harder, “thank you,”“I don't think you get told enough. Every woman needs to be told at least thirty times daily how beautiful she is,”I laughed hard at that, “no one can give thirty compliments in a day.”“Who says so? I definitely can,”“You can try,” “I already did.”I pushed myself off his chest, taking a clearook at his face.“You've given someone thirty compliments in a day?”“Not thirty compliments in a day. I've given compliments thirty times in a day, it could be repeated,”“Oh,” I paused, “so you've complimented one person thirty times in a day?”“I'm about to,”I grinned at that, “what do you mean?” I teased,“It's easy to figure out,” he teased back,“Hm,” I placed a finger on my chin, “I can't quite place my finger on it,”“Try harder, p