All Chapters of In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Skai's POVMy wide smile almost reached my ears as I grinned heading to Giovanni’s living room. He doesn't spend time in his bedroom. I don't even know his exact room, only that it's on the third floor. The number of times I've been there was uncountable. The large enveloped frame felt a bit heavy underneath my arm.Supporting it with my hands, I made it press against my side frame. I was curious of his reaction to my gift – regular, happy, angry or harsh. Giovanni could be unpredictable. I had taken my time to paint it to perfection on my own terms. Frank's clue had really helped, and my next task was to draw him too.Hell could be fun if you find your friend. How ironic.The norm was knocking twice before entering, after you hear the sound of his bell. I entered and closed the door slightly. I can't imagine being behind locked doors with him.“Good day, boss.” “Yeah.” Disappointment ran down my spine; it wasn't the right time. His one-word answer spoke volumes, even more than his s

Juliano’s POV I had spent extra hours in the office, trying to clear my thoughts and plan my next move. No one cares, obviously. The secretary had come to check on me, but I told her I had additional work. I ordered my driver to leave. I wanted to drive through the wide streets, listen to some soft music and forget my worries for a moment. Turning a blind eye to the consequence, I didn’t think about the danger attached to it. Allysia was kidnapped when she was without a convoy, even though a driver was there. But it was just me.Sighting a nightclub by the road, I slowed the car, and peeped through the window. The outside was littered with people stationed at different angles. I killed the engine, stuffing my phone into my pocket, then forged forward. The bouncer smiled, and I stretched my hands forward for a handshake. “Hi, Mr Juliano.”I smiled and entered. The loud music from the speakers thumped from inside. That was exactly what I needed. Bodies were twisting to the rhy

Skai's POVI was seated behind my desk, trying to pack my hair. It had overgrown for a long time, and I wanted to restyle it. My styling gel and hair treatment was beside. Staring directly into the mirror – my reflection stared back. The reflection of Sophia. Each time, I tried to remind myself that this is not Skai.Skai was that girl that lived accepted every thing life threw at her. Probably because she's a novice about her personal and entire life. Sophia is the girl that's thirsty for revenge. Ready to get everything that was rightfully hers.And Enzo – let's not talk about him. Enzo is the person I was determined to be. Not forced, not pressured. I just wanted to be strong, hiding under the shadow of my real self. Forfeiting my personality for strength. Multiple identities in a single person. Heaven knows I deserve an Oscar. But when I get my final outcome. Then I'd finally be at peace. I blinked, unwanted tears building up in my eyes as a result of staring at Sophia for to

Skai's POV My heart almost jumped out of my throat. Fear fluttered like a thousand needles in my veins, creeping into my nerve endings. Fear for Chiara, for the doctor and most especially for myself. It was as if ‘biological’ had another meaning.The words echoed in my mind, pinning me to the chair. The cushioned seat became hard against my skin, like I was seated on a rock that had been invaded by a volcano – hot and betraying every promise of comfort. Finding it difficult to accept the thread of truth in his words, the doctor's eyes flickered with disbelief. I almost stretched my hands to pick up the test result he had dropped like a piece of shit. My limbs suddenly felt stiff. “Are you – are you sure, doctor?” My voice cracked with shaky breaths; my lips parted. I exhaled as if the weight of the whole world was on my lungs. The question came out stupid, but what could I say when my cerebrum couldn't process.Words failed him too. I've seen doctors announce the death of patient

SkaiChiara returned to America after her surgery; I had to stay – even when my legs felt like fleeing. The secret remained in between us – me, Chiara and Doctor Allen. He didn't refer to a secret ‘doctor's rule’ he quoted, using it as an excuse when anything happens.Giovanni sat, his arms hanging at the back of the couch, his legs crossed. What a comfortable and relaxed posture. A cigarette rested in between his fingers, small, with little smoke escaping from its mouth.My gaze remained on my shoe; it was getting blurry when I noticed something was wrong. The silence stretched in between us like eternity.His legs shifted the table, scraping loudly against the tiles. The sound vibrated in my ears as I looked up.The cigarette was in a corner of his mouth, slightly opened at the side. The thin white smoke dancing in the air.“I told you earlier, my new client wants the goods in three days. You pick him up at a location, drive him to our hideout. Do the bargain, then come with my mone