Lahat ng Kabanata ng A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

SAMUEL POVZara's expression was one of such primal fright as I stood there staring at it, that a wave of disbelief swept over my body. "Are you wanting to kill me just because you're actually paying me?" she actually complained; her voice trembled, as she stepped away and her eyes opened wide with terror.Raising my brow incredulous, I replied: "I have no idea whatsoever what you're talking about." Calm, measured, even as I struggled to fathom the depth of her paranoia, my voice had all the calmness of the individual alienated from the emotions that seemed to be swirling around me, taking a step nearer to her, eyes upon hers, saying: "Please go back to the bed, so we can continue what I was doing.”But Zara's expression only became more frightening; her eyes spoke of desperate panic and fear. Shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I wasn't even considering...Zara, I sleep with girls with menstruation, talk less of a little blood, dear," I said, my voice dripping with disdain,

SAMUEL POVLike, all my thoughts were running amok in connection with that tormented video, and a little voice made itself heard in my subconscious. What did Zara do? Did she get me in a trap? I asked myself, thoughts swirling through suspicion, anger, and a little self-doubt.Picking my other phone, I quickly punched Zara's number. Ring! I heard it, slicing through the silence. Zara answered, but before I could speak, she hung up the phone. Frustration rushed through me, further fueling my anger.I tried again, this time using a different number. Zara picked it up. "Hello?" her voice was tense but cautious. "Hello, Zara," I said, my voice firm but controlled. "What's the problem?" she responded, her tone drenching with attitude, her mixed tone of defiance and hostility.It lit up a little surprise in me. "Are we fighting, Zara?" I shot back with a little confusion and concern in my voice. It caught me a little off guard because of how hostile she was.Zara just laughed instead. "Haha

JENNY POVAs my head leaned closer towards him, my eyes facing his offended curiosity led me to ask, "What did you do then?" My voice was almost a whisper, my words heavy with anticipation for him to reveal the next chapter. He smiled, that sly yet mischievous glint in his eyes, and began speaking."Zara told me the plan of Samuel," he said, and sure enough, that was how he had come here putting his life at stake. "And so we came up with another plan." At that point he paused grandly, as if to relish a moment. "Guess, baby?" he teased with a twinkle of amusement in his eye.I shook my head in a guess but tried to fathom what they might have done. "You guys confronted him?" I suggested hesitantly, my voice uncertain.He chuckled slowly, shaking his head. "No, dear," he said, his voice smooth, dripping with sophistication. "We acted it to be so real, but it was actually edited." The proud glint in his eyes showed he felt like they had done something clever. "And we called a photographe

JENNY POVI screamed so much that Adrian woke up all shocked with his eyes wide open and sat up in bed suddenly. As if my voice was a slap in the face, he woke up with its sound." Baby! We are already 4 hours late!" I exclaimed, without stopping for breath. "The event has begun!" And eventually added with increasing pitch.He went white as he absorbed the extent of the situation. He leapt from bed like a flash and ran to the bathroom, slamming its door behind him. I saw him off, and my heart raced in anxiety and frustration. I could not believe we had gotten that late and that the event had already begun minus us.I quickly went back to my room, teeming with thoughts of everything I had to do. I hastily donned my corporate wear, a pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, slipped on my black heeled shoes, and moved as they clacked on the floor echoing through the room. I later accessorized with rings, bracelets, and earrings, giving a careful selection to finish my outfit.Completing what

JENNY POV"Oh my God, what do we do now, baby?" I asked Adrian almost inaudibly, it slipped out like a keenly uttered prayer, with panic and doubt glittering in my eyes as I held his gaze."I don't know, darling," he replied in soft tones, one of the soothing voices hanging on the air like an aura, "just go baby, up to the hostess, tell her you want to give your proposal," I suggested and almost rushed through the words. Adrian's eyes narrowed, contemplating my reply like a puzzle piece that reluctantly fit."Okay, are you sure it helps?" he asked skeptically. I bobbed my head for yes as if it were attached to a buoy on a swell. "Yes, go ahead, just do it before the government officials reach the stage," I added with an urgency intensifying by the moment.Another "ok", and now Adrian was striding up to the proscenium, his long legs devouring distance like a ravenous giant. The bouncers tried to intercept him, massive and intense in stature, arms like offending barricades blocking his