Semua Bab Lost And Found By The Billionaire: Bab 241 - Bab 250

I felt a flicker of hope ignite in my chest yet. So the plan worked? Trent caved in?“So… the tape is gone?” Liza asked in a low tone. “Yes, the tape is gone,” he confirmed.I could almost hear the breath leave her lungs in a rush of relief. “Oh my God, are you serious? Like, it’s gone for real?”“I don’t know, Liza. I made him delete it in front of me—from his device and from the cloud. So, yeah, I assume the tape is gone for real.”“Oh my God, Enzo, thank you so much!” she cried, nearly launching herself at him.“No, none of that,” he said, leaning away. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. It would really help if you’d give me some peace of mind.”“I see you’re still the ungrateful bastard I always thought you were,” she muttered. “I gave you all the confidential information you needed, and this is the thanks I get?”“Let’s not forget that I was the one who deleted the tape for you, so yeah, gratitude goes both ways.”I couldn’t help but be amused at their banter. To think I had once felt th

“What happened to you was not your fault.” I whispered. “I could understand why you reacted like that.” He shook his head, “What happened to me wasn’t my fault, but how I reacted to it, that is completely on me. I was a bit callous. I gave up on myself. I gave up on us, and you didn’t deserve that.” He said, planting a kiss on my forehead. “You stood by me throughout the entire journey, like a rock. I tried to push you away as much as I could because I thought you deserved better than this. I almost wished you would leave me, so you could have a better life. I was convinced that I could not give you happiness anymore, and that you didn’t deserve to be with a man like that.” I sighed in dismay, “Enzo…”“But you didn’t give up on me. You didn’t give up on us. You believed in me, and you helped me fight. You urged me to fight, and it’s because of you that I got all of this back. I got myself back yet again.”“I didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t have done for me,” I said. “In fact, y

Two months laterEmmy was munching on some strawberries as I quickly tried to comb her hair. It was one activity she absolutely hated, and I don’t mean it lightly. She never lets anyone tie her hair, not even her dad. Today, I had to lure her into my lap by offering some strawberries as bait, only then did she listen to me. In the distance, her father and great-grandfather were playing golf. Grandpa had a golf-court built right beside his mansion, and lately, Enzo had been his frequent companion in the game. “Some more berries, dear?” Grandma appeared from the garden holding a bowl full of freshly procured berries. “Oh, no, Grandma. I think she’s had enough.” Grandma was not convinced, so she offered the bowl to Emmy. And unsurprisingly, Emmy flattened her palm, spreading apart her fingers as wide as possible so she could grab the most berries into her tiny palms. We couldn’t help but chuckle when she grabbed three or four berries and tried to squish them into her already full mo

After a long journey from my grandparents’ estate, we were finally headed back home. After the trial, Enzo and I barely got any time to unwind, so my grandparents offered a small getaway at their estate. We eagerly agreed, and what was supposed to be a weekend plan stretched into an entire week.When we were finally back home, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. There was no comfort like that of home.Carrying our luggage, both Enzo and I went up in the elevator. While he shuffled through his pockets for the keys, I asked. “Hey, what happened to the new couch we ordered? Did it get delivered?” Enzo nodded, pulling out our house keys before putting them into the lock. “Yeah, I asked Sara and Mark to take care of it.”“Gave them an extra key?”“Yep,” he said and pushed the door open. As we got the luggage inside, we realized that we weren’t alone in the house. There was somebody inside, and that somebody was in the guest room.“What’s that noise?” I whispered. “It sounds like

By the time I wrapped up work at the office, it was almost eight.“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. Cassie would kill me if I was late. She had asked me to come to the restaurant at 8:30 sharp.As I exited the office, my driver was thankfully ready for me on the road. I quickly got in and asked him to take me to the restaurant Cassie had made a reservation at.Not having Mark around was proving to be a punishment for me rather than him. I was too dependent on him, I realized. A day without him, and I was already forced to take work back home. Even during the car ride to the restaurant, I was forced to reply to some client emails, a job that Mark would have handled for me if things had been fine between us.Somehow, I managed to finish my work by the time the car stopped in front of the restaurant. The time was 8:32, so I did make it in time.“Sorry, babe,” I said as I came to the table where Cassie and Emmy sat. “It was chaotic in the—”I stopped mid-sentence when I realized that we were