All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Giancarlo.Bullet? The sound rang whistle-like in my ear, ringing loud and clear and stopping my heart at once.What was he saying? Was he tripping or was I the one tripping? Wonderment grew like a weed in my heart twisting to through my y arteries and capillaries.How could he say that? My chest rose and fell with the question in my mind, pressing hard against the bubbling happiness that was there before.Did he have an evidence? More things ran through my mind as what he just sent tried to sink in with much difficulty.Why would there be a bullet stuck in our tyre? I went in wondering, trying to imagine where the bullet might have come from.Was it through a shooting or did he mean another thing when he typed “bullet?”In fact, was he alright? I questioned his sanity, not bearing to question mine as I was certain that I was in the best frame of mind. Especially after swimming in exhilaration.I tried not to believe what he had said, my brain heating up with just the mere thought of

Claire.The current flowed more like a river than a true river itself, making my brain begin to grow very numb and butterflies to sing jazz songs inside of my thinking faculty, with pain acting as violinist to create a weakness that wasn't strong enough to stop a scream from escaping my lips.What did I do to deserve this? My thoughts—the thoughts the electrocution could allow waved to that direction of helplessness and lamentation at the same time, praying and wishing everything could cease at once even as my lips were singing a different thing entirely.I could feel my breast squeeze itself, like an orange being squeezed by its squeezer and my skin somehow feeling like it wanted to enlarge and also like it was ready to shrink all up.“Let this end,” more tears gushed out, but instead things grew worse as the tears even made the shocks to fly to places the shouldn't have.Just when I felt like I was going to give up the ghost any moment, an angel who had been listening to my tiny wh

Claire.I didn't even know when I stood up erect, facing him in eye level, throwing all my weight on my right leg ready for fight mode.All my emotions flew into.my head, ticking quickly to madness-O-clock."What did you say?" I inquired again, a sudden burst of energy flowing in through my veins too, readying the dragging chains to haul themselves on his face to batter him to the after life and even haunt him throughout his time spent over there.What did he mean by, "their blood on his shirt?" I raged inwardly, waiting just for him to give the repetition again. Was he aware of how expensive their blood were? That it was worth more than his entire future and past generations?Words fell on each other as I planned his downfall if he would just repeat the idiotic statement he had made. Did he think that I would never turn a tigress? That I would forever remain the soft female character?My ribs cracked as I took in a forceful bouts of breath, struggling to regulate my body's blood and

Giancarlo.Hung? The shock of the statement sizzled through my skin like an electric shocks. Hung and arms and legs cut off? Chills began to run down my body, goosebumps sprouting like growth on onions and shivers running like in a hot pursuit down my spine, threatening to paralyze it if it wasn't careful.I tried to picture the man's face but I couldn't even picture him. All I could see was a hung man who deserved not to die so soon.That was when the specks fell from my eyes and the blurry picture in my mind got clearer and more distinctive.I now began to make the legit connections, remembering the bloody writing smeared on my walls and eyes widening in hollow, selfishly praying that, that wasn't my kid's blood and that Theodore hadn't already done the same thing to them.Something truly must have happened for the gatekeeper to be hung. But why didn't my chauffeur nform me before now, and why had I not noticed it before now or why had he not drawn my attention to it?Surely, that

Claire.There the scales in my eyes fell off and I could see clearly in my well-lit prison room. A room that housed nothing but trauma and pains and a giant fear that usually bubbled in my throat like a simmering porridge yam.I stared around the room, to be certain that there was no other harmful predator around and that it was just the laying Theodore, even if I wasn't quite sure how deep he was passed out or even if he had passed out, that was there to worry about.After making sure that we were alone and that I was free to display my emotions, I took a sigh of relief and let the emotions move through freely.Excitement surged high in my body as I looked at them, even though noticing that they had few bruises on their face.At least they were flesh and blood, without any cut on their body and also without any heavily bleeding are or cut body part.I pinched myself as I usually did in unrealistic situations, though it had never proven anything, to ascertain which if the scenarios th