Semua Bab Mr. CEO’s Insatiable Addiction To His Feisty Ex-Wife : Bab 201 - Bab 210

MELISSA’S POVThe loud sound of the sirens hadn’t stopped echoing in my ears.I stood outside the emergency unit, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, as I paced up and down. Maybe I shouldn't have left him. Maybe I should have accepted when he offered to ride me to the office before he went home. Then this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have been on the road at that time of the crash and would have been able to escape the looming danger. My eyes were bloodshot from the tears I was shedding. I struggled to breathe as I fought to stop the sobs that escaped my lips. The white hospital walls blurred around me and the fluorescent lighting above me made my headache. Then bang.I could still recall the loud sound the car made as it crashed. For a minute, I saw my life flash before me as Listowel and Kevin screamed from the impact. Kevin was supposed to pick both Listowel and me from the airport but as soon as we landed, I had an emergency call so I had to leave the two and go t

The morning news played on the dusty television perched in the corner of my motel room. The screen flickered, and the first headline that was reported was as follows:“…Listowel Gordon, CEO of Gordon Enterprises, was rushed into intensive care after a tragic road crash on the hills of Akwapim. Sources say the accident was severe sending the CEO to the ICU for treatment. His driver who was also with him at the time of the accident is currently receiving treatment…”My jaw clenched tightly, my hands rounding into a fist as the accident scene played on the screen. It's such a pity that my last crime turned out to be such an epic fail. Looking keenly at how hard the policemen and investigators were working to determine what had caused the fall pricked my ego. Damn! Old me wouldn't have left any clues for the police to come after. The consistent ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced around, searching for it before I found it on the nightstand. I picked it up and b

EMILY’S POV“She’s alive, Emily! She is! That scumbag of a hitman lied to us! I knew he wasn't reliable when he was asking so many questions!” Wendy snapped as she violently threw the glass of water she was holding against the wall. After the hitman called to tell us he had completed the job last night, Wendy and I were celebrating with liquor when we both fell asleep. We woke up this morning to the breaking news that Listowel has been in an accident. I in particular was happy because it is the death of Listowel I wish for. Looking at how fatal the accident was, I doubt he will come back to life. Despite this information, Wendy still wanted to know about Melissa. Whether she died on the spot or was also taken to the hospital. It was because of her consistent winning that made me call the hitman again. Only for him to inform us that he lied to us last night and that Melissa wasn't in the car with Listowel.Personally, I wasn't bothered by that since it is Listowel I wanted to teach

MELISSA’S POV I sat in the back of the cab, tired and quiet. I had put one of my earbuds in, playing soft music to help me relax. I had just left the hospital and was on my way home. Before leaving, I confirmed with the doctors and nurses if Listowel would be fine without someone by his side. Even though my heart felt heavy as I left him, I needed some sleep for myself. Instead of relaxing, memories of the day of the accident kept flowing in. I could remember how he was drenched in blood as the paramedics pulled him out of the wretched car. How my heart bled and my stomach burned when I thought he wouldn't be able to survive. How much I panicked when Kevin revealed he had seen a suspicious man at the scene and suspects he knows something. The thought that someone intentionally crashed into the vehicle made me panick. All these feelings overwhelmed me, sending tears to my eyes. The taxi pulled into my apartment complex. I thanked the driver quietly before stepping ou

MELISSA’S POVThe fluorescent lights in the police station shone brightly over our heads as the officers recorded our statements. I sat at the edge of the plastic chair, my hands trembling in my lap as the dried blood on my blouse began to itch. I couldn't wait to get home and wash it off. The officer in charge was currently threatening not to let the hitman receive any medical care until he talked. Even though I as a lawyer knew it was wrong of him to deny him of his basic right, I couldn't care less. He's a criminal and deserves to be treated as such. To stop more blood from oozing from his wound, they had bandaged his head with a piece of cloth. Giovanni sat beside me, his deadly gaze fixated on the hitman, irritated at him refusing to talk despite all persuasion. I turned to him. “Giovanni… how did you even know to come to my apartment tonight?”His gaze softened as he answered. “I was checking on you,” he said, rubbing his palms together, avoiding my eyes momentarily. “Leti