Semua Bab In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Bab 91 - Bab 100

~SkaiThe strong stench of gasoline burnt my lungs. The metallic taste of my blood diffused in my mouth. My hands screamed from hours of being tied up – red and swollen. The rope buried deep into my skin – aching every part of my body.I peeled my eyes slowly, my gaze meeting the door, illuminated by the dark room. The smell of mould clung to everything in the room. A cough exploded from my lungs – sharp and wet. My instincts expected approaching footsteps, and the door should open. No one came.My mind went blank, only filled with the thought of escaping. It can’t be over, until it is over. I wiggled my body against the cold chair; the rope on my hands slightly loosened. My fingers found it - each loose flashing aint of relief through me.I bent over, my chest touching my knee, almost revealing my breasts out of my bralettes and half-torn shirt. With heavy and bruised hands, I set myself free.I forced myself up, limping towards the door. I turned the knob, and the expected happened

JulianoAver always paved her own way, as long as it led to her goal. She was capable of things I never imagined. It was like her face cracked, like the surface of frozen water, revealing the real woman underneath. She is who she believes she is. But me? I was never who she saw me as. She always looked at me sideways - from the wrong angle. Only people who truly wanted to understand ever saw me. Maybe not all. The ID card, my only evidence. Just thinking about it made me spiral, like I was going nuts . The name on it - Lily Simeons. My private investigator spotted them having beer at a joint. A well - planned scheme against me, luring me into their clutches until I got stuck forever. Commitment. Reputation. They kept dragging me back every time I tried to walk away. Was there a Plan B? Doubt flooded me. Fuck, I messed up. If they had my tape, then I was done for. I couldn't recall seeing her make suspicious moves; I was too drunk. My palm smacked forehead almost on i

The tires screeched into the compound. I'd instructed the driver to increase his speed. Tom stole glances, a trace of confusion and fear in his eyes, as though he was scared for me or of what the consequences of my anger would be.None of them knew who Sophia was. Everything that happened back there, he understood just a few. The scenario presented to him like parables.I stormed out of the car before Tom could open the door, each step fueled with rage. Margo stood by the front door, panic and fear in her eyes, her hands folded on her chest. She looked at me as though I was a beast that wanted to attack her.I smiled a bit, for her sake.To be candid, I got scared of myself too. I could have injured Tillard if a gun his men didn't stop me.I was not ruthless enough to ignore Sophia's death when I knew the people behind her death.Life must be unfair to have Tillard as a family.The guilt in me wavered some way. I tried to force them back because everything stemed to me, from the ons

~Juliano For weeks, I was indoors, checking office reports from home. We filed a case against Giovanni, but there was no evidence. Father handled it like Sophia was his daughter. The court pressed charges against us for defamation and intrusion of privacy. It swept me off track. I didn't want to go outside or get in contact with people. Father had called a therapist, scared I was getting crazy and too depressed. I spent most of my time in my room and eat whenever I felt too fragile. One morning, I decided to leave the four corners of the house after encouragements from Margo and Allysia and my father. Hiding my pains, worries, and regret under my black suit. My smiles were layered with pain. Every time I saw Allysia, I remembered how Sophia struggled to get her out. It was like a trauma I couldn't avoid, and I didn't know how to deal with it. Sunlight decorated the surface of the water, glimmering into it. I settled in the lounge chair, resting my back. I'd been there for a

~SkaiThe figure curled underneath the sheets, and I looked around, taking in the features of the room. It was decorated in white and purple.I would have thought it belonged to a Disney princess until I looked above her bed and saw it.Like a sign, Allysia's world was boldly written on the wall, with white light peeking beneath.I walked closer.“Hello, hello.” I leaned in, closer to the bed.The cries reduced, and she took the sheet over her head a bit.“Who are you?” Her voice was icy. Her eyes were red, and her blonde hair was wrapped into a messy bun, forming tendrils on her face.“My name is Skai. I’m new here.”“If you’re a new maid, please don’t enter my room without permission.“Can I stay for a while?”“No, I don’t want to see anybody.” She covered herself with the blankets.“At least, you’d talk to someone that’d been through worse than you did.” I read through the sentence and rephrased myself; it came out insulting.“I was a victim of child trafficking.”She opened the sh