Semua Bab Caught Between My Billionaire Ex & My Billionaire Boyfriend: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Madam Isabella Ferara’s assistant, a young lady in her late twenties, dressed in a smart and expensive shirt and pleated pants that made me almost conscious of my over-washed ones, led us through a tiled patio and into the living room area of the penthouse suite. She ushered us to a plush sofa, our shoes clinked on the marble floors, echoing in the room, echoing in my ears. The further I walked in, the more the impossibility of the task screamed at me. The lady had on a cologne, a sweet jasmine smell that lifted not just her spirit but that of anyone around her. It did lift mine. In that moment, I nearly felt a bit confident I could make this miracle happen. “Madam Isabella Ferara would join you soon.” The lady assistant showed the whole of her teeth in a friendly smile. “Thanks,” I whispered with my own smile. Lucy just waved her away. She left, leaving us to admire the luxury—well, me. Lucy seemed not to bother. She had her eyes stuck on her iPhone as if trying to solve the wor

GavinThe phone beeped in the middle of the presentation, cutting through the presenter’s monotonous voice.Every eye in the room snapped straight to me, picking me out as the suspect.There was only one person who could dare bring a phone to a presentation, and that was me. Anyone else, and they'll be kissing their jobs goodbye. It was my company. I set the rules and can break them.I took out the phone from my pocket, and it was Eva flashing on the screen. My lips curled slowly into a tentative smile. I reclined on my seat, staring at the screen. I wondered why she had chosen to call. Perhaps she's fallen for me already? The thought made my smile morph fast into a grin, a sly grin.I still couldn't pin down why she interests me so much. She was pretty—yeah, with her red hair and toffee brown orbs, and so were the hundreds of girls I have dated. Yet, I had never felt the urge to chase.Maybe—I tweaked my head slightly… I hadn't tried chasing any lady before now because they were alw

Eva’s POVTheir eyes burned through me as I remained somehow partly in their middle. I bowed away carefully, trying not to draw attention and make things between them any more awkward than they already were.Bri, Madam Isabella’s assistant didn't spare me even a glance as I moved to stand just beside her. I had thought her cologne was soothing and inspiring before. Now I thought it terrible. I had to crinkle my nostrils near her.Maybe I was being petty, but it didn't matter. She wasn't looking. Bri had her eyes trained on Gavin and Madam Isabella, especially Gavin.She watched the scene sullenly, her eyes twinkling with a bit of bitterness. She didn't seem to fancy losing her 6-foot-four Greek god, which she’d just begun to crush on, to her boss.Well—she was welcomed to the club of disappointment. Because how in the world could the most renowned playboy in the country coincidentally reunite with his ex-wife just when I had called him to help me seduce her assistant? It was just the

Eva's POVI climbed down the stairs of the apartment block three days after the incident with Gavin and Isabella. I held tighter to my purse and my car keys, knowing fully well it takes just a moment to lose them.In a block of over two hundred people, there were bound to be thieves. The block was crawling with them. Their specialty was snatch and run. One minute you are holding your valuable; the next, some unknown kid is running off with it at an insane speed.The sun was still prepping up in the sky for its morning dance. But the world looked bright enough to make good the promise of a fine day as I dropped down the external stairs onto the sidewalk, waiting to grab myself a cab. My car had broken down a day ago.Most people were usually surprised when their cars broke down, but not me. In fact, I was more surprised it hadn't happened sooner.I was hailing a cab when a Ferrari swept in front of me with a fancy swerve. The cab had to drive away to avoid a collision. The Ferrari park

Eva’s POV“What!” My brows jumped well over my head as I stared at her. “You have found out too.”“Yes, I did.” Mia scolded. Her voice was tight. She shared her eyes between me and the road. Her chubby hands fastened on the steering wheel. “I thought I would always be the first to hear such news. But guess what. The tabloids found out before me. I thought we were besties, Eva.”“We are, Mia—”“No, we are not.” She snapped again. “How could the papers find out about your relationship before I do? My phone has been ringing nonstop with phone calls since morning. I had to switch it off to get myself some sanity. Most of our ex-classmates have been calling me just to confirm the news. Imagine how I felt then, completely speechless about my best friend's engagement.”I didn't try to imagine, because I could never imagine Mia’s situation then. Having no gist for every one of her callers was, to Mia, worse than having to fight off brain-eating zombies in a zombie apocalypse. She would rather