Semua Bab Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Bab 201 - Bab 210

SusannaMy lips twisted into a slow, smug smile as I listened to Marceline’s voice on the other end of the call. “Really?” I said, raising my brow in pleased surprise, unable to hide the delight creeping into my voice at the promise she had just made.She confirmed it, flatly. I nodded to myself, savoring every word. “Thank you, Marceline,” I replied, my voice syrupy sweet. She ended the call without another word, which didn’t bother me. She had said all I needed to hear.I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a moment, a small laugh bubbling from my throat. Finally, I didn’t have to worry anymore. Abigail was going to be dealt with. And not by me, either. I wouldn’t have to lift a finger. All I had to do now was sit back and watch the show. It felt like cold champagne down my throat.And as if that wasn’t enough, I had something else to enjoy too; rubbing it in Liliana’s face. She really thought I was useless without her, like I couldn’t walk on my own unless she

Emma didn’t look back as she hurried down the hallway, her footsteps light as a feather as she headed away from the room she’d locked Susanna in. There was a tightness in her chest as she passed other beauty treatment rooms, hearing low music come from beyond the doors. Her heart settled more the further she got away from the muffled screams behind the locked treatment room, until it barely made a dent in her focus. She had rehearsed every second of this, down to the order in which she would remove her uniform, the path she would take to the locker room, even the exact time she had before anyone noticed Susanna was missing.Twenty minutes, maybe less. That was her window.Her pulse raced, but it wasn’t fear that gripped her, it was adrenaline. A pulsing, giddy energy was buzzing under her skin as she ducked into the staff only corridor and pushed open the door to the changing room. She didn’t bother turning on the lights; she knew where Poppy’s locker was. She had chosen it deliberate

SusannaWhen I opened my eyes, I was alone. The room was too bright. The scent of antiseptic hit me first and for a moment I couldn’t move. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t feel my body.Then I tried to raise my hand but I couldn’t even feel my fingers. I stared down at them. My hands were wrapped with thick layers of gauze bundled tightly around them. Panic slithered into my chest, curling like a snake around my heart. I couldn’t feel my fingertips. I tried again, harder this time, to move them. Still nothing. I stared harder, squinting at the bits of skin not fully covered by the gauze. What I saw made bile rise in my throat.The skin there was rubbery and discoloured, like melted wax.My breath stuttered out of me in s

Susanna The days bled into each other like ink in water, each one just as shapeless and miserable as the last. I couldn’t tell whether it had been two days or twenty since my face, my future, had been taken from me. Time felt meaningless when all I could do was stare at blank walls and feel the weight of bandages against my skin. I didn’t sleep much. I didn’t speak unless I had to. I barely ate. Even when Conrad was around - he had now become so quiet and careful around me - I found it hard to pretend I was human, let alone the version of myself I used to be. I knew I wasn’t. Whatever made Susanna Remington who she was had been carved off with the skin of her face. What was left behind was just an echo. After my breakdown in the hallway, Conrad had assigned a nurse to me, Florence. He said it was for my sake, that he didn’t want me to be alone when he wasn’t there, but it felt more like an insult, as if he was assigning a babysitter to me. Florence was polite, but in the most cli

AlexanderThe moment I stepped into the lobby of Ridgewell Wellness Facility, I was greeted by the soft scent of eucalyptus. The woman at the front desk looked up from her computer screen, and her face lit up with recognition.“Mr. Marks,” she greeted brightly, calling me by the name on the identity papers I used whenever I came here. I offered her a smile in return, dipping my head slightly in acknowledgment. Her silver hair was neatly tucked into a low bun, and her powder-blue uniform hugged her frail frame. Despite the years on her face, her smile hadn’t dulled.“Good afternoon,” I said, approaching the desk. “How is Simon doing today?”The nurse practically beamed. “Just getting better day and day,” she said cheerfully, then leaned in slightly as if sharing a secret. “Between the two of us, I think he might just be getting fully discharged soon. The doctors haven’t confirmed it, but I have a hunch.”I smiled. “That would be welcome news.”And I meant it, even though I still hadn’t