Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

[Addison]My best friend hands me a little plastic cup. “I brought my medical kit,” she explains. “I didn’t want there to be anything to trace back to you. We can easily flush or burn a test strip, but one of those little plastic wands are impossible to destroy. Once you pee on them, it’s like they never go away.”She’s right. If I were to use a traditional test strip and throw it away, the press would find it. If I put it in my purse, it could be discovered during a search of my belongings. Even if I managed to get it home, it would only be a matter of time before it was discovered by somebody, maybe a servant or a security guard needing a bit of extra cash. And once the press, or even worse, the enemy, got hold of it, the damage that knowledge could cause to my family is immeasurable. Our image has already been tainted enough between the speculation swirling around the house fire and the press coverage my divorce has brought onto Grant Corp, with the gossip about our relationship sp

[Jayson]I'm bored and I don’t want to be here. This stupid suit itches."Stop it," Mama Evelyn swats at my hand as I reach up to scratch my neck underneath the jacket. "Stop fidgeting.""But I'm BOOOOOOORED," I whine, holding up my tablet that keeps blinking at me. It's almost out of power and I tell her that. "The new Samsung has a 7 hour battery and..."I know she's not listening, but I keep going on anyway. The room is too bright and the words make no sense and the wifi sucks. I can’t play my favorite game, and my video keeps glitching. If I'm this uncomfortable, she should be too. “Fix it,” I grump as I shove it on Mama Evelyn’s lap slamming it down hard on her round belly. She looks like a pink flower watermelon the way the dress stretches over it. I told her that this morning and she almost slapped me. Mama Evelyn gives me a very stern look, the one she usually gives me right before she says, “I'm done with my bullshit” and wants me to “shut the fuck up.” She'd never say that

[Addison]For a moment, as everyone turns to stare at me. The room falls silent, and as I stand there, looking at my son, it feels like the world has stopped spinning. I just shouted out in court, interrupting my son's testimony leaving everyone stunned.Especially Jayson. As he looks at me, his face red from crying and shouting, his eyes are wide, his mouth still quivering as tears roll down his cheeks. Even if everything else he's said today is false, the emotion he is expressing right now is real. Nobody could fake that level of pain. And I'm the one who caused it. I hurt him. I hurt my little boy."I'm not lying," his voice trembles, and I feel myself crumble. "You are a bad mother. You left me. You left me behind. You don't want me, you never did!" The sting of his words burn my face as hotly and as suddenly as if he had slapped me. "If you were a good mother, you would have taken me with you," he points a finger at me. "Or you would have stayed with Daddy. Daddy keeps trying

[Hunter]Even with the most sophisticated image recreation technology on and off the market and a small team working vigilantly to refine the image, they announced that they weren't able to read the name on the badge, but they were able to determine that whoever it was isn't a full-time employee of the school. "Some kind of substitute or temporary worker," they surmised,"We can't give you more information because the image is incomplete," the team leader announced nervously, "The shot is good, but the pixelation is too much, the image of the badge is too small. We have a few more tricks we can try, but we'll need more than an hour. I'm sorry, sir.""How long do you need?" I demand, my temper flaring. It's not his fault, but I also have so many other concerns on my mind. "I'm sorry, but this is important. I need this information." Taking a slow deep breath I add. "How long do you think you'll need?" "3-5 days," the lead imager confirms. "One week at the most. We need to recreate the..

[Addison]Adam Wright smiles at me with his million-dollar popstar smile between the fullest, most sensual lips I’ve ever seen on a man, or anyone. He’s handsome in a pretty way, his auburn hair cut artfully and yet still professional, framing his warm amber eyes which kiss at the corners at a sharp angle to match his architectural cheekbones. Today he is wearing thin, wire-rimmed glasses which take away from his K-pop appearance, and the German that spills from his mouth reminds me he’s not only attractive, but world traveled and intelligent. “German isn’t one of my languages,” I apologize as I hold out my hand. “Mr. Wright, what brings you to Grant Group.” “CCRP has been handed a case that involves racketeering on a global financial scale. The legal team here at Grant Group have more of a specialization in corporate finance law specifically, and a much larger global reach. We were hoping to collaborate.” McCannon’s eyes sparkle as he looks up at me. Something has him amused. “And