บททั้งหมดของ HIS EX-WIFE, HIS NIGHTMARE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter ThirteenMikaela:Days passed and it was finally Adeline's birthday. Although I wanted to stand out from other people as the celebrant’s best friend, one thing I knew was that Adeline was good at picking outfits for people but not for herself since she didn't understand her body type.She dressed according to what would be good on the body type she wishes she had, not the one she has. So, I knew she wasn't going to dress well today. I didn't want to outdress her. I was nothing but the best friend so I settled for some black, free office trousers and white high neck shirt with a black scarf wrapped around my neck.Then, I put my hair into a high, messy bun. A white pearl necklace to go with that, some black pointy heels, big circle silver earrings, a pair of dark glasses, and a little lipgloss to draw some attention.Light makeup helped elevate the look. Just mascara, little powder to cover my pimple scars, light blush, eyeliner, pink lipliner, and curled eyelashes.Despite th

Chapter FifteenAdeline:I sat behind the desktop, transfering as much money as I could to every Black family member's account. Not because it belonged to them. Not because they needed it. It was just the fastest strategy right now.It would be suspicious to banks but the Black family was more than just the name, we had hidden connections to government agencies, and banks. Hidden connections that could help us avoid suspicion.Nobody could question us, not when we were bribing every single one of them.The government knew about the Black's crime background but they always knew it wasn't just a bunch of people owning guns and weapons for no reason. They knew it was part of the revenge scheme against the White and they didn't want to get involved.Those that tried to get involved, they got erased quickly.The Black had a drug dealing business running in Europe as well to generate revenue so all this money meant nothing to us. It was the thought of revenge that made it sweeter.Swiftly,

Chapter SeventeenMikaela:I had a plan. I didn't know where it came from, but I just had a plan.I'd put a secret microphone on me and confront her. Somehow, anyhow, she had to say something that I'd be able to use against her.Just something that'd give me the power to bring her down. Something that would implicate her or the entire Black family.It should be possible.When I realized I didn't know how to use it to implicate them, it was too late, I was already at the company.I knew they would be in the company. Maybe just one of them but someone had to be there since I got multiple debit alerts on my phone. They had taken billions from my account.I couldn't just sit there, hidden, and watch the company's account balance reduce because of something I didn't do to them. Something my own Grandmother did to them.For fuck’s sake, I was never even born yet. That was over fifty years ago. How and why should it concern me?But maybe the sin of the Grandparents was meant to be a curse on

Chapter NineteenMikaela:“Are we home yet?” I groaned, resting my head on the window as the car zoomed through the road.“Not yet. The gridlock from back there slowed us down. We're only halfway home.”I was just returning from the TV station location after letting them know that the banks reversed every single dime that was taken out of the account.They knew people would stop at nothing to bring down their business if they weren't careful, so they reversed every single dime of the embezzled money back to me.I already planned for tomorrow ahead. First thing was to go to the bank and take the company's revenue into my personal account.That company account was no longer safe.My phone pinged.My heart skipped.I knew when my phone pinged, it was going to be terrible news or a threatening text.I let out a sigh, preparing myself for what it was as I looked at the screen.Email: Meet me at Golden Corral Art GalleryThat place rang a bell and we were really close to it. In fact, it was

Chapter Twenty-OneMikaela:I sat in front of the dressing table, staring at the flashdrive and back at myself in the mirror. I didn't know if I should take the risk.I just had a bad feeling about this. ‘THE OTHER WHITE SECRET’There had to be something shocking in this, but whatever it was, I'd have to take the blow like a champ, because I couldn't imagine what would happen if I didn't find out.It was a privilege to find out earlier.I slowly inserted it into my desktop, opening it.Videos. Audios. Files. Folders. Images.I decided to begin with the folder first. In it, there was no specific format. There were images and files.I went through the images. They were just screenshots of a chat.OTHER TEXTER FROM THE OTHER END: I think we should step in little by little since she managed to escape the first death.SECOND TEXTER FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE SCREENSHOT: Don't target her for now. Let's go for the daughter.My heart skipped. I quickly shut my eyes to