All Chapters of MY EX ENEMY IS OBSESSED WITH ME: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BIANCAWe had to stop at a port nearby but outside Italy’s borders so Victor can’t reach us. The captain was handing over some papers to the local customs officers and they scanned through them. “What’s wrong with that one?” One asked. “He’s seasick. He needs urgent medical attention. I think he’s also allergic to saltwater,” Julian said. He nodded and eyed us suspiciously. I walked behind Marco and Julian as we walked down the ramp. I could still feel the officers eyes on me but pretended like nothing was wrong. We had covered Rob’s bullet wound so they didn’t ask too many questions. “We will have to stop a taxi,” Julian said and Marco walked away to get one. The place was less crowded than I imagined. Fruit sellers sat under the tree's shade and some kids, maybe theirs, were playing close to the shore. Soon, Marco came back with a taxi. We got in but he didn’t. He wasn’t supposed to even come on the ship with us but he was forced to by Victor’s men. I waved him goodbye a

ONE YEAR LATER ROB’S POV “Rob?” I turned. Vanessa stood in the doorway wearing a short robe and that same smile she always used when she wanted something. “Hey babe,” I said. “There’s breakfast,” she added as she leaned in and kissed me. “Julian made coffee.” I nodded but didn’t move. She walked over and sat on my lap. “You haven’t been sleeping again. You’re scaring me.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not,” she said. Her voice was soft but strained. “You wake up angry. You keep going outside at night. You look at things like they’re supposed to remind you of something.” I didn’t respond. “You haven’t let yourself move on.” “From what?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “From the accident.,” she said. “It’s been a year and you’re still stuck in that space.” That was because something wasn’t right. There was this numb ache in my chest that never went away, like something important had been ripped out, but I couldn’t figure out what. “I will in due time

I got off the plane and was sitting in the airport waiting for about an hour. Nothing had struck my memory. I had no idea where to go from here. Where in New York did she live? Or worked? I played the audio again but nothing struck until I saw the file name. “vid.00.BMarcelo.divorce.recording9988.mp4” B Marcello. I brought out my laptop and researched the name. I made sure to check that the search range was just in New York. Articles popped up about a firm scandal. I clicked on the first link. “TRAGEDY AT CLARKE & ASSOCIATES LLP.” “Bianca Marcelo named as person of interest in murder of Mrs. Bayern and CEO Brown Clarke.” There was a photo of her shielded from the camera by a tall man. Me. In the photo she was wearing a tailored suit and so Kate’s. I was glaring at the camera and shielding her face from view. A faint memory of heel clicks came to mind. And fire at a particular office. My head hurt badly. I needed to pause but I couldn’t. It didn’t make the

I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling. I was still on the floor of Bianca’s apartment. My shirt was soaked and stiff from the blood on my nose. Only heaven knows how long I was out. It was dark outside My body ached from the fall but my mind felt clear. Clearer than it had been in a year. I sat up. My limbs protested but I moved anyway. I grabbed the photo of her from the floor and held it in my hands. Her eyes were focused ahead in the picture but I felt like she was looking right at me. I remembered everything. The dock. The shooting. The murders. The kidnapping. Vega. Bianca. Her laugh. Her voice. Her scent. I stood and grabbed my phone. I had been crawling in the dark, but I wasn’t blind anymore. I called the only number I could trust. “Gianni.” A pause. Then a voice filled with disbelief. “Roberto?” “I need a full trace on a subject. I’ll send you details in five. I need everything on her if she crossed state lines. If someone helped her disappear o

BIANCA’ POV “Bianca,” he said as soon as he saw me. Nadir turned to me, confused. “Yasmin? Who’s this?” Roberto’s gaze flicked to Nadir, then back to me. I cleared my throat and decided to act unbothered even though I was shaking inside. I fought back the tears and stepped forward with a smile. “Hi, Mrs Amari,” I greeted the landlady. “Bless you, my dear. This gentleman was looking for you,” she said. I turned to him. “How may I help you?” My voice shook. He didn’t respond. He just kept staring at me like I might disappear if he blinked. “I have to attend to something. Take care,” Mrs Amari said and walked away. “Yasmin I’ve got this. I told him he was in the wrong place. Go in and rest,” Nadir said. He placed his arm around me, gently trying to lead me inside as he reached for the door, but Rob stopped it with his foot and pushed it open wider. “You don’t get into strangers’ houses without permission,” Nadir said to him. “Back off, boy. I need to speak to