Semua Bab In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Bab 81 - Bab 90

~Skai The gatekeeper rushed in, his face scrunched like a sponge, eyes opened widely as if he had just received the most shocking news of his life, panting lightly as if he had run a 400m race. His gatekeeper is more like a guard – built, muscular with broad shoulders, unlike the regular gatekeepers. I guess he just chooses any of his capable men to control the gate. A small white envelope rested in his hand – his grip not too tightened or loosened as though he wanted to dispose of it and simultaneously needed to show someone one. Giovanni shuffles in between his general living room and the personal. He hates people getting too much into his private space. “Boss”. His breath was ragged and uneven. “What's it?” He looked in his direction, his eyebrows raised in question.“I found this letter at the gate, boss.” He took a step forward, handing him the letter.Giovanni flipped the letter over, and his nightmare caught up with him. Luca. His name was engraved at the front of the

~SkaiA loud yell woke me up from my sleep. For the first time in the mansion, I slept with so much peace I never imagined I could have. The next morning was a history.I squeezed my eyes so hard, covering my ears, hoping the shouts would stop. I sprawled on the bed. It seemed like an important issue. No one makes so much noise if it's not Giovanni. Still in my nightwear, I put on my slippers and raced downstairs. I was puzzled by the hot mixture of pure rage and confusion that filled Giovanni’s words. Workers stationed at almost every corner folding their arms – none of them said anything. It seemed I was the only one blind to the whole thing happening.My steps reduced as I reached the living room. It was in a complete mess. The bar was scattered with broken glasses, the tables upside down. Even the television.Shit! Wrong timing.It was worse than I thought or imagined. I almost took a step backwards and pretended I was never there. Few guards were in the living room; the rest we

~SkaiHe stood in front of us, his gaze searching. I thought he went to his room; he roamed about as though he was searching for something.My heart dropped, a sudden bout of nerves rushing over me.“No, boss, I wanted to ask him how we'd arrange the living room.” Another word formed in my head, but the lie rushed out without a second thought if it was meaningful or not. I just had to say something.“Does that warrant you discussing in a corner?” His voice laced with distrust – he took in our expressions like a judge watching criminals. The lie was a bit solid, but not in that context.“I wanted to catch up with him before he left, boss.” I bowed, trying not to sound like I was exchanging words with him.He seemed a bit more calm than he was hours ago. As though he had foreseen it all. My mind whirled back to when he requested the footage of Abigail and her niece. I didn't get to watch it; maybe he got a hint from there. There wasn't just proof to back it up.“No form of friendship b

~Juliano I leant against the wall; my father sat on a chair across from me, his head down as he tapped his legs against the floor. I had tried to sit there, but as cold as the stainless chair was, it felt like heat was evolving from inside.I had tried different sitting positions; none of them was comfortable. I moved closer to the door; even the inscription on the door - private suite, scared at me. Different doctors have been moving out and coming in, none of them spared me a glance or answered my questions, no matter how disarranged I looked.I couldn't blame Father; that wasn't just the right scenario to break the news. Finally, a doctor came out, facing me. “She's okay; it's just shock. We'll let you know when she's stable.” My eyes stared blankly for a while, inhaling and exhaling. Father sprung up, avoiding my gaze. Allysia has always been the most cherished daughter. “How did you do it?” He asked, a hint of pain glinted in his eyes. “Sophia is still there.” “Who is So

~SkaiThe sun shone bright, the rays cascading to every corner of my room. I'd been awake since midnight - having a last look at my room. A part of was scared to the bone, another part happy and fulfilled like a kid that received a Christmas present.The whole mansion was quiet, but the guards were outside watching – always. I inhaled a deep and sharp breath, hung the bag over my shoulder and proceeded to move outside.I didn't act suspiciously; my eyes didn't fly around the corners and corridors like a thief. I just walked like I needed to be out - not to be unnoticed because it wasn't possible. The white car parked a few metres away from the gate; it doesn't have a licence plate, not one of Carlo's cars, I guessed. None of the guards would know who picked me up.I lowered my head a bit, focused on my tracks. “Where are you going, Sophia?” One of his men asked after all of them exchanged strange looks as I passed. I looked up and, for my sake, smiled a bit. “I have a mission,