Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire who doesn't love me: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

NATHAN I watch as Will stands up and types away on his phone; I don't need any confirmation to know that he's going to call Kim. I yanked away the IV that was connected to me, ignoring gasps from Phoebe and Jeff as I stood up from the bed. I walked to Will, who was looking at me with a serious expression. “You won't tell her anything!” I repeat through clenched teeth, grabbing the collar of his shirt. He looked at me and held up his phone, a small smirk tugging the corner of his lips as he showed me what he was doing. The screen displayed an app—he was trying to order food. I scoff and glare at him. He's playing me, and I walk right into the trap.All the talk about my past and emotions weighed heavily on me, and I had retreated back into my shell of comfort, shutting out the world and the worried look around me. But Will has seen through me, and he knows the only thing that can bring me back is mentioning Kim.Gosh, I hate that guy!“So are you going to talk now, or do you want

JEFFI ran my hand through my hair and sighed heavily. Mrs Pearce's favour is hard. It will not only disrupt my plan but also alert the enemy. I have been working non-stop on this case ever since Mr Pearce asked me to investigate it. And the more I investigate, the bigger the case turns out. There's a big game at play, more than an employee embezzling the company money. It is much deeper. There's a big figure in the game, and they know how to cover their track well. And if we don't get to the bottom of these, I'm afraid The Pearce Empire will be shaken badly. Not enough to wipe out the complete empire, but the damage will be a heavy blow.If I can't uncover this, Mr Pearce will be in danger, and that's something I can not allow. Mr Pearce has been nothing but good.Not only did he treat me well and with respect, but he's also the reason why Jeff Robert is standing today. I would have become what my foster parents wanted me to become. A gangster with no future. But Mr Pearce appeared

KIMIt's been a week since my fight with Nathan and Phoebe since that day, but I have received an email from his lawyer. One that I had read too many times and still displayed on my screen. “Dear Mrs Pearce, My client, Mr Pearce, has agreed to the divorce petition. However, he would like it if everything could be settled without the involvement of the court. I'm putting together every document that will be needed to finalise the divorce, including your alimony. I will be reaching out to you very soonThank youBarrister Paul.”I should be happy, right? That He has finally agreed to sign the papers. But why do I feel miserable? Why do I feel like air is being sucked out of my lungs every time I read this. Why do I feel like my heart is being pulled out of my chest every time I think of Nathan signing that paper.‘Isn't that what you've always wanted?’ My subconscious mocked, raring her ugly head from the shadows. Yes, it's what I have always wanted and more. But now that it's almo

KIMMy ears ring and my head throbs with a bitching migraine. I shake my head, trying to clear my distorted mind, but the action sends searing pain to my head, making me groan.I tried to open my eyes, but the memories of what happened rushed into my head, intensifying the pain. I peeled my eyes open, and the dimly lit bulb above my head was the first thing I noticed. At the end of the room from where I'm sitting stands a worn door, and several logs of wood are piled beside it. I look around the room, taking in my situation. I sat on a chair with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles tied together. I tugged at my restraint, and it was very tight. Only by a miracle can I successfully untie it. I looked around me, but no one was present. That's a good thing, right? I look around me for something, anything that can cut me loose of my restraint before god knows who kidnapped me arrives. But there was nothing. I listened silently for sound, but there was none. It was eerily quiet

NATHAN Our convoy pulled to a stop in my private hangar at exactly 2:15 am. I get out of the car, with Kim still in my arms. The doctor, nurse, pilot, and air hostess line up close to the entrance that leads into the jet.I walk into the jet, ignoring the presence of the party. I walked down rows of the cabin room until I reached the last one. Jeff pulled the door open, and I walked to the queen-size bed, draped with a silk comforter and bed sheets. I carefully lay Kim down on the bed so that the doctor can begin the treatment. The doctor draws some blood and runs a test with the help of some equipment that he carries with him. All through the process, I did not leave Kim's side—no—I couldn't leave her side. I held onto her hands, and I noticed the bruise that had formed due to the rope those bastards used to restrain her.“She will be fine. She was drugged with an overdose of benzodiazepine, which caused temporary immobility.” The doctor explained. “I will give her some IV that wi