Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. CEO’s Insatiable Addiction To His Feisty Ex-Wife : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

MELISSA’S POV I stepped out of Giovanni’s car and stood still, watching the taillights disappear into the darkness as he drove off. My body was still shaking, my heart still pounding heavily in my chest as I felt the sting of anger bubbling within me. I let out a sigh before turning to head into the apartment building. My mind continued to race as I walked. What was I going to do? Where do I start my investigation into this crime? Was I going to be successful in proving that Wendy was behind all these? As I reached the elevator, I stopped in my tracks. Wait a second. The elevator wasn’t broken? The same elevator that the man from earlier had told me wasn’t working was now fully functional.He lied to me. That bastard lied. He deliberately made me take the stairs just so he could commit the crime without getting caught. I stared at the bright green numbers above the door, confused as I tried to link that weird man to the hitman. Seconds later, the doors opened smoot

EMILY’S POV I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that it could’ve cracked. The news of the hitman’s arrest had been eating at me all day. Every time a car passed outside or my phone buzzed, my heart jumped to my throat. “Was he going to talk?” The question kept repeating itself in my mind so much that I was literally on the verge of going mad. My mind was blank and as much as I tried, I couldn't think of anything. At this point, I could only hope that he keeps his part of the agreement because that huge sum we paid him was not small. My fingers trembled as I tapped Wendy’s name on my phone. She answered as soon as the call went through, her sharp voice cutting through the line before I could even speak. “Emily?” “I’m scared,” I blurted, pacing across the room with my phone in my palms flipped. “I saw on the news that the hitman we sent after Melissa is currently in police custody. What if he tells them everything?” “He won’t.” Wendy simply said.

GRANDPA MACINNI’S POV “Good afternoon, Mr. Macinni,” the older one among them greeted. “We have a warrant to search the premises. We’re looking for your granddaughter, Wendy Macinni.” I stepped aside without a word. I had no strength to argue. My pride was bruised enough just trying to understand what the hell my granddaughter was running from. They didn’t waste time. They marched past me, their boots echoing on the floor as they bypassed me straight upstairs. I followed behind them slowly and when they stepped inside Wendy’s room, shame crept up my spine one more time. Her clothes were scattered everywhere. Makeup was scattered across the carpet. Her vanity drawers were open and yanked halfway out like she had been looking for something important in a panic.Her bed wasn’t made, and the pillows were also tossed aside. “Malaysia,” I murmured aloud again, loud enough for the officers to hear. “She’s not here,” I simply stated as they turned to look at me. Yes! I was tired

MELISSA’S POV It’s been a month since everything ended. Emily was sentenced to 80 years in prison for attempted murder and assault. Wendy was also sentenced to life imprisonment for attempted murder and possession of illegal drugs. On the day of the final ruling, Wendy’s grandpa refused to appear in court. He disowned Wendy as his own and publicly stated his will that his assets be shared between care homes across the city and Wendy’s unborn child. He left nothing to Wendy’s name. Emily on the other had her father, Mr. Coleman try to use his connections to intervene but her plans didn’t go through as the people especially the junior ballets she had assaulted in the past came out to speak their truth. Even Mr. Coleman himself was found guilty of sexual harassment at his company so he couldn’t do much. Both Listowel and I were in the courtroom when the judge sentenced these devils to a sentence and sent them to jail. I had giggled and laughed in their faces when they we

MELISSA’S POV Listowel reached forward and turned off the car radio so abruptly that the silence that followed hit harder than the news itself. The laughter we’d all been sharing just seconds ago vanished. I turned in my seat to look at him. His jaw was clenched, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in two. Even Crystal’s giggles in the backseat died off slowly as her curious eyes moved from her father to me. My heart sank for him because I knew what was going through his mind. That company, Gordon Inc… was his blood and sweat. It was something he spent so many years building to this state. Watching it fall apart in the hands of men who never truly cared for it must’ve felt like betrayal on every level. Yet he continued to stay silent. He didn’t say a word not even when we got home and Crystal went off to play in her room. At dinner, he was still quiet, poking at his food like it was just another burden. Later in the evening, h