Semua Bab The Ex-Wife Revenge Plan.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kylie POV I felt a sense of relief after the success of the live conference. It wasn't in any way easy but I was sure to pull through. I fell into the couch in my office, feeling unsure if things would actually be fine. My response to each question, the way I acted In Front of those angry reporters. Will that even convince the people that I'm not the weak Kylie they thought I was. “You should have this,” Fred interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at him, in his hand was a glass of cold water. “Thank you” a little smile appeared on my face as I collected the glass of water and gulped it down my throat.“You really did well today. I must say, I am proud of the way you handle all of the questions thrown at you” he said. “Ummm- I murmured, not sure if I should really be glad at his compliment.“Lady Oh want to have a word with me” He announced and got up from the chair he was seated in. “See you at home” I responded without glancing at him.I rested on the headrest, gently closed my

Kylie POV I stared at both Jackson and Austin. How they got to know my location is what I couldn't comprehend, especially Austin. I can't remember the last time I had spoken with Austin and out of the blues, he is here and Jackson? Nothing at all was coming in my head. “We should leave now” James suddenly said, ignoring the presence of both Jackson and Austin. “And who are you?” Austin questioned and went quite into thinking for a few seconds before he continued. “Oh, You! The guy from the party” he added, referring to James. “Yes, the guy from the party. And who are you?” James responded. “You don't need to know me. I am only here for Kylie!” Austin fired back. “I am sorry to break your heart but she is going with me” James replied.Tension filled in the atmosphere as I listened to them taking on themselves, their eyes bugging into another, only if stares could kill, then they would probably both be dead by now.“That's enough!” Jackson caught in, his voice holding with Author

Kylie's POVA heaviness, an oppressive weight, waited outside my office, walls closing in on me. Already, James had stood before me, eyes constantly on me, his face pinched and aware. My fists were at my sides, anger tight."Tell me, James," I spat tightly, my heart thundering in my chest. "Who was the leak?"James flinched, massaging his temples. "Kylie. it's Rachel."For an instant, the name refused to stick. My cousin? Rachel? Same Rachel who sat next to me during board meetings, smiled at me over Christmas dinners? Same Rachel who always promised to have my back?"No." My voice was barely above a whisper. "That's impossible."James shook his head and pushed a folder down my desk. "I wish it was. But the evidence is all here."I cooled and grasped the folder in icy, drippy-wet hands when I opened it. There was repetition of e-mails, messages, and calls—it was all that could be utilized as proof to indict Rachel with revealing confidential information to the media. Even **bank trans

Jackson's POVI entered Kylie's apartment, tension building between us within it greeting me in the shape of the second I opened the door. Something was off, something I couldn't even put my finger on. Kylie was the ultimate control freak, image of calm and composed. Tonight. Tonight cracks began to form.She was hunched over the couch, her eyes empty, almost empty, looking at nothing. Her tense body was curled into a mat and knotted in sheer determination. I could sense the tension between us, the unspoken words still hanging in the air."Hey," I growled softly, moving towards her. I tried casual, but something at the bottom of my chest grasped onto it. "You okay?"She glared at me, night's darkness carved into her face, line of fatigue. She wasn't speaking, not yet anyway, and I just hoped that she would continue playing her old armor wall for just another couple of seconds longer. And then she pitched forward, sour breath trapped behind her teeth as the universe closed in around he

Jackson's POVI simply couldn't shake the maddening impression that so much more was being schemed than we'd yet seen. Starting with Kylie's outrageous boardroom showdown, I knew Rachel wasn't working by herself. Something in her manufactured smile and manipulated answer when interrogated with questions set off warning bells ringing about strong forces being behind her. I sat ready to sift through some, ready to learn what had been withheld in order to reveal to us the depth of her treachery.I spent the evening hunched in my little office, the light of my computer screen illuminating a room full of papers and Styrofoam cups with a half-empty coffee. I started by filling a folder with email submissions and meeting minutes of each lead linking Rachel to external manipulation. I filled a folder with incriminating events within seconds. Repeated phone calls on a line not mine but that dealt with banking activity unrelated to outlining Rachel's situation took up most space in it. My heart