Semua Bab MY EX ENEMY IS OBSESSED WITH ME: Bab 91 - Bab 95

BIANCA’S POVI had no idea a crowd had formed outside the firm. Reporters stood outside with microphones and cameras, asking me questions. “Is it true you were behind the murder of Mr Brown Clarke?”“Why did you kill that poor sweet lady, Mrs Bayerns?”“Will your family stop this case with their affluence and wealth?”I didn’t respond as the policewoman led me to the car. Jason stepped out behind me. “Look at her face, everyone. That’s the face of my father’s murderer. Justice can be delayed but not denied.”Ironic as he was the one in contact with the broker. But I couldn’t say that without incriminating myself so I kept quiet. Someone from the crowd threw coffee at my white top and screamed. “Murderer.”Soon, others followed and the crowd turned aggressive as my security team fought to hold them back. The coffee soaked through my blouse, dripping warm down my skin, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. The shouts grew louder, a storm of voices crashing agai

ROB’S POV“Without Bianca, I can’t win,” I said. Victor laughed. “You’re so pathetic, Roberto. You’re so weak that you let a woman control you. You let her walk you like a dog in the park. Wagging its tail just to be with its owner.”Maybe he said that to hurt my “masculinity” but I didn’t care. I’d be anything she asked me to be. “I’m not leaving her. I’ll find a way to get her out myself. Stay away from us,” I said. My hand itched to pull my gun and kill him but the fact that he was the only way to find my sister made me hesitate. “I know how much guilt you feel not being able to help your mother and father. Finding out your sister survived will make it easier on you. You’re choosing Bianca over your own sister?” He asked with a smile. “I’m not choosing. I’ll find my sister without your help and I’ll get Bianca out. Don’t talk about my parents like you weren’t responsible for their deaths,” I responded. Victor’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, like my defiance w

ROB’S POV I hesitated for a bit. I could grab Bianca and make a run for it. We could buy a remote island and just escape from this madness. But she loved her career, and she loved her life here. I couldn’t be selfish now. The waiter who led her here stood behind her, a gun raised to her head. So I kissed Vanessa and broke her heart instead. I felt every ounce of myself screaming against it, every instinct in my body telling me to pull back, to shove her away and take Bianca with me. But the gun pointed at her, the gun she couldn’t see, didn’t give me a choice. Her champagne glass shattered as it hit the ground and I broke the kiss. “Rob, are you fucking insane?” She asked. “He’s not. You think we spent a year together playing Uno?” Vanessa taunted her. Bianca’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “You told me you weren’t intimate with her.” “He lied,” Vanessa stepped in. “You’re interrupting please leave.” “Rob…” Bianca’s eyes made my heart twist. The waiter