บททั้งหมดของ ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

LANAI took the gift bag and returned home with me, after I stopped a taxi, I hopped in and we immediately sped off.On getting home I didn't find my mom, even till dusk that I cooked dinner and also took some to my step-dad who was still in the hospital.His condition has improved, and recently he has become even more annoying and irritating than before.When I opened the ward door he was resting the back on his hand on his clasped fingers, and then whistling, he looked towards me with a smile."Lana, you have been at your best behaviour after you realise that I have recovered perfectly fine, huh?" he said with a smile that wasn't a smile.Only the sight of his smug face disgusted me, and I wasn't in the mood to entertain his arrogance, so I retorted "Mom is out of police custody"When he heard this his eyes widened and he looked dumbfounded, he looked at me doubtfully and replied suspiciously "You are not lying to me, so that you will get away from your previous bad behaviour right?

LANAI ate slowly, and by the time I finished, Pedro had already left. As I stood up from the table, a few women dressed in maid uniforms entered to collect the used plates.Once they were gone, I felt restless sitting on the bed. I got up and walked to the balcony, gazing out at the vast expanse of water as the cruise ship glided smoothly along. The city lights sparkled in the distance, and I lost track of time until I noticed Pedro had joined me, his voice breaking the silence."Enjoying the view?" he asked.My heart raced at his question. I swallowed hard, turning to him. "I do," I replied, my voice trembling.He didn’t respond; instead, we stood in silence for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he said, "Go and sleep. We’ll be leaving at midnight."I turned and headed back inside, lying on the bed. Sleep eluded me, my mind racing with anxiety, so I simply shut my eyes and tried to calm myself.I don’t know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, I found Pedro sitting on t

LANADread washed over me as they tore the bathrobe wrapped around my body.One of the men commented, "The girl is so pretty."Another laughed sinisterly. "I will go first."While their hands roamed over me, they argued among themselves. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps approaching.Before they could force me to the floor, the entrance door flung open. A man, panting and sweating, shouted, "Let her go! Don’t touch her!"They all stopped and turned to him.I lay there, frozen, tears streaming down my cheeks, my lips tightly pursed. I had already lost all hope when I heard the man’s words."Why?" one of the men asked.The newcomer shot back coldly, "Go and tell Anthony if you’re dissatisfied."He walked over, wrapped me in a duvet, and helped me to my feet. Overwhelmed, I broke down in tears.As he guided me out of the room, I was surprised when he said, "Dress up; you’ll be leaving the ship."Hearing this filled me with excitement and relief. I rushed into the bathroom, washed up, and

LANAAfter a week in Washington, my life had taken a turn for the better. I landed a job as a bartender and made a friend named Christina. I never knew I could feel this happy. I was even considering taking a double shift to register for high school.It was January 2nd when I stepped out of my apartment to head to the bar. Just as I was hurrying along, my phone started ringing. Without checking the screen, I answered."Hello?" I said, but there was silence on the other end. Growing impatient, I warned, "If you don’t speak up, I’m hanging up. I’m running late for work."Then I heard a familiar voice. "Lana, my child, it’s your mom. I’m sorry."Hearing my mom's heartbreaking tone didn’t stir any emotions in me. I had become immune to her manipulations after years of being a victim. I replied coolly, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."I could almost hear her gasp, surprised by my indifference. After a moment, she composed herself. "I miss you so much, Lana. Where are you? Mommy i

LANAI stiffened and turned around, only to see Bernardo had stopped following me and was walking away.“Who?” I shouted after him.He turned, spread his arms as if to say something, then casually resumed his departure. Frustration bubbled within me, but there was nothing I could do about his refusal to answer.I jogged for ten minutes but gave up, unable to shake Bernardo’s cryptic words from my mind. Restlessness gnawed at me.When I dressed for work, it was the first time I arrived earlier than anyone else; the cleaners were shocked to see me.Soon, the manager arrived and teased, “Lana, dreaming about the bar?”I forced a smile. Throughout the day, I kept myself busy, not taking a break, surprising everyone with my enthusiasm as I even helped them with their tasks.At noon, two men in black suits entered the bar, and my heart sank. Anxiety washed over me as they approached the counter where I was serving customers.“Lana, right?” one of them asked.“Yes,” I replied, my voice shaky