Semua Bab Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ada Against my better judgment, I open the door of my apartment and come face to face with the scoundrel that is Wes Zorn. He leans against the doorframe to watch me and I point a finger at him and say in a shaky voice, “You son of a bitch. Aren’t you ashamed? You ruined my fucking life and now you’re here, asking for money!?”“I didn’t ruin your life,” he claims before making his way inside my apartment. I leave the door wide open. “I’m only looking out for my future family.”I scoff. “You really think that you’ll ever be a part of the Loxleys? You’re delusional!”“If you almost had a chance, why couldn’t I?” he asks, glaring at me though there’s a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “He was going to marry you, you know? He told his sister so, and she told me. I couldn’t let him get married to a fucking liar. I don’t know what you wanted from them, but it couldn’t be anything good, Ada.”Tears fill my eyes. Marriage. I close my eyes, imagining how beautiful and wonderful thin

Maximilian Two Weeks Later As I push the front door open, I’m relieved to be home after a long day at work. I came early today compared to all the other days. I usually work until late because I hate being back in this house. It’s been my house—the house I grew up in—for years, yet it’s now tainted by her presence. And I have to admit that I haven’t gotten over her as quickly as I would’ve liked. Not a day goes by when I don’t dream about her. She’s haunting me, that woman, and it’s sickening to me because it shows me my weakness clearly. I wish I could leave this place but we made a decision to stay here and support our father, and that’s what I’m going to do. I can’t let a failed relationship pull me away from my dad. I’ll just have to find a way to get over this. Eventually. “Mr. Loxley,” Mrs. Danes says as she approaches me. She’s wearing a small smile on her face. For these last few weeks, she’s been trying to appear optimistic like nothing happened, and although I appreci

Maximilian I close my laptop after reading the article. I'm not sure how I feel about it and I have to be completely honest here. Love isn't a reason why I'm marrying Kelly. This is the truth. I've accepted this. She's a good woman of good breeding and I've known her all my life. She cares about me and I've come to realize that I care about her, too. But it's not love yet. I'm sure it'll get there. She's a good woman and I don't see why I can't make myself love her. I'm tired of being lonely. Loneliness is what caused this whole mess. She's good for me. She loves me. I've been receiving congratulations the whole day. The whole article thing was her idea and I didn't want to contradict her, so I said yes. I feel bad about saying no to her, mostly because I feel like doing whatever she wants is a way for me to redeem myself. And I'm not ignorant. I know there's a lot I have to work toward. One can argue that I'm a terrible person for using her to forget someone else, which is ess

AdaI drive sound the city for many hours before I realize that I didn’t even bring my phone with me and that someone might be calling. I mean my mother, because nobody else does apart from her and Damson. It’s nearly five. I figure she’s probably home already which means I won’t be alone with a potential stalker there. I’ll have to tell her about this. Someone is following me around and leaving me these cryptic notes, and I have to find out who it is. I thought it was Wes. If not him, then who? Who could be following me around and leaving these poetic words?I park my car right behind my mother’s, and step out. I look around—and yes, I’m aware that u look paranoid—before I head toward the door. However, I stop in my tracks when I see Harry seated right outside the door, smoking a cigarette. He eyes me somewhat coldly as he sucks on the other end of it, and his eyes are searching as they land on my face. “Your mother was worried. You didn’t even call.”“I left my phone,”“I figur

AdaGrayson Piovani makes eye contact with me as soon as I step into the café. It’s pretty crowded, especially for this time of night, and that helps me feel safe. I approach his table and sit down, my eyes intently on his face. I might still regret doing this—it seems I’m the queen of making bad decisions—but for now, I’m curious to know what he wants. “Thank you for coming,” he says as soon as I sit down. “What’s the matter about?” I ask, getting straight to the point. “Coffee?”“No thanks.”His mouth quirks. “You don’t have to be so defensive. I didn’t ask you to come here to threaten you.”“I wouldn’t blame if you wanted to, especially because of the bomb thing.”“What made you say my name?”I inhale deeply and shrug. “I don’t know. It was a stupid thing to do.”“But you knew there would be a bomb?”“No, I didn’t.”He seems confused but quickly changes the subject. “The reason why I asked to meet with you is because I have some information that I think will help extremely valu