Semua Bab MY DISABLED HUSBAND IS MY PRETTY BOY?: Bab 131 - Bab 135

Back at his house, Derek had been let off the legal hook.Obviously, he was not found guilty of any crime.And Ciel also saw to it that he was released.He does not appear like a threat, atleast for the mean time.He stood in the doorway of his private bar, with his shoulders hunched.His clothes was disheveled.The polished floors of the room reflected the sad state of this face.His eyes were hollow, his voice sounded like a whisper when he finally spoke.“I know everything, Evelyn.”She didn’t flinch. She was already seated on the edge of the velvet couch, hands clasped tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on the floor. Her perfume no longer lingered in the air like it used to. The room felt too large for her now, like a stage she'd forgotten how to perform on.“I saw the footage,” Derek continued, stepping inside slowly. “The warehouse. James. The deal. And my name stamped across every document.”Evelyn inhaled, but she said nothing.“I thought… maybe I was tricked again,” Derek wen

Evelyn drove her car towards Roxanne's house.The drive was slow, and almost reverent.It was as if she was going for something that would make or mar her.She was putting on a plain black coat, and heels.And also had with her a leather bag, which contained just one item.A letter.As she drove, the streets blurred past her window like a memory she does not want to go after anymore.Her phone buzzed in her lap, but she didn’t check it. There was no one she wanted to hear from. Not anymore.By the time she reached Roxanne’s building, the late afternoon sun had sunk low, casting long shadows across the pavement. She pulled over, and came out of the car, with the letter tucked into her coat.She walked towards the door and stood by it for a minute before she rang the bell.Then the door opened slowly after some few minutes.Roxanne appeared before her.She was dressed in a gray lounge wear.There were some faint bruises beneath her eyes.A testament of sleepless nights, and stress.H

At the Bellamy headquarters, the morning air was slightly cold, but with enough breeze to rustle the new massive silk banner that is draped over the building.Roxanne just got there.She was wearing a very tailored ivory suit.It has gold embroidery along the sleeves.It looked regal.Her hair was pulled back in a sleek knot, and her eyes gleamed with elegance and raw beauty.She looked very inch a powerful woman by her looks.And truly, she was.She is the CEO of the Bellamy Couture.Ciel was standing beside her.Tall and poised, with his hand resting gently at her back.Crowds were gathered around them, outside the company.There was a Pavilion, and different people were there.Journalists,ambassadors,designers, philanthropists, and board members from three continents.The company's name glimmered under the new leadership.Only this time, the name belonged to Roxanne.She stepped forward, her voice amplified and commanding, yet warm.“Years ago, my mother built something extraordina