All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mike Freeway wasn't the only man in Coal City with a nose for fast money. Joe Collins—just as well recognized in the back room's smoky atmosphere as J. Cole—had a gift for smelling opportunity where other men smelled gunpowder. Tall, dark, and patient, Cole lived on very little. His greasy black hair clung to his skull, his pencil-line moustache curled into a snarl, and his chin, shadowed blue from the previous night's shaving, was rarely tobacco-stained.The stop-press headlines on the streets that morning, Songbird Evelyn Chase found dead in Apartment, did not require a detective to read them out to Cole. Sean had killed her. Of that he was sure.Cole remembered Sean storming into his office last week, eyes bulging with desperation, demanding the address of Evelyn. A command from a lunatic. A lunatic's eyes. Cole had dealt with madness before and smelled it on Sean like sweat.Had Evelyn not just sent his overtures packing, embarrassing him in the process, Cole would have kept her l

Lilian's phone had rung the hundredth time. Doris' name was displayed on the flashing, bright screen, but as with every other attempt since yesterday, she didn't mind answering it. The call cut out, and with that, the silence fell again—thick, heavy, and pressing against her chest like something that clings.Doris had been calling her, repeatedly calling, but Lilian wasn't prepared for the ring of her voice, not to mention answering. Doris continued to stay with one foot there, the there that Lilian wanted to leave. Chris' there. Rita's there. That tainted world of lies, of lies, of slashes deeper than skin.That single idea left her standing alone at a road intersection, struggling to breathe and drowning."Give me another," she told the bartender as her phone at last fell silent. She growled it out in a flat, empty voice, as if all the air had been drained out of it.The bartender—a boyishly youthful boy whose jaw was still not firm enough to keep stories he most assuredly had been

Ten years ago, there was a loud ringing of Lilian's phone that woke her up after another night without sleep. She had not slept for two years since Daniel, Aunt Clara's husband, came into their lives. There was something about him that unsettled her mind and kept her awake the whole night. Without him, she hardly slept. With him around, she slept like a small child at her mother's bosom.She let out a breath and sat up in bed, her heart racing with restless urgency. The message pulsed on her screen, and when she read what it was, her heart thrashed. The stealth tracking software she'd installed told her: Daniel returned to town.Her heart hammered in her chest. A heedless grin pulled at her lip.She sat up and quickly dressed. She did not care if he was with Clara or not. She could not even begrudge him for ignoring her, as always. She simply had to see him—no matter whether it was from a distance, where no one would even realize she was looking at him.Second nature by this time to c

"It's about last night."Kelvin's muscles congealed."A young woman was killed in the flat above mine," Freeway continued, easing into the closest chair with a rush of air. He grinned inhumanly wide. "I have some news that would be of interest to the police."He stopped, the words accumulating on his lips as if relishing their sweetness. "I dislike being a police informant, Mr. Kelvin. I know it is my duty to inform them of what I know, but they never show appreciation. One has to take care of one's interests first, anyway," he chuckled.Kelvin's stomach churned. So it's blackmail.Clenching his fists tightly, he puffed out his cigarette and took a long drag to steady himself. "I had nothing to do with the murder," he tried to say in a steady voice."I am pretty sure of that," replied Freeway, his eyes bright with mischief. "Had I suspected you had, I would not have visited here. I am a cautious man, Mr. Kelvin. I would not be an accessory to murder. No, of course not, you had nothing

Sanders joined Brooks and looked through the window."We’ve got him!" he exclaimed, feeling excited. "This will make that punk Macon bleed through the nose. We’ve cracked this one in such a short time."Brooks didn’t share his superior’s glee. He looked at the Buick parked in the garage. "I’d like to look at that car," he said in his steady, measured tone."What’s stopping you?" Sanders snapped, eager to move fast and claim credit.He pointed towards the padlocked garage. The metal doors pulsed faintly under the weak yard light, the lock a stubborn guardian. Sanders wiped his palms together, thinking of the commissioner's nod of approval, rumors of promotion, and the spotlight shining upon him."There's a tyre lever in our car. Go and fetch it," he snapped.Brooks nodded rigidly and headed for the patrol car. Sanders leaned against the garage doors, already in his mind's eye, standing in front of the commissioner's desk. This would shake Macon, would disturb Chase, would bring even go