Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Never Hated You : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Hakim's POV“ Mr Davids. Your client is guilty, and it will only save you from trouble if you plead guilty in court and get it over with”, I said to Dante, sounding very angry and pissed off, but he didn't really get the picture. “ Well, that will be for I and my team to decide”, he said and immediately stood up to his feet. “ Dante, Dante, come back here right now!” I almost screamed but he continued walking, like, actually walking out on me. I inhaled deeply and exhaled, trying to calm myself down. Dante was stubborn, I knew he was. He was the type to do exactly that thing you didn't want him to do, the type to do that thing that is obviously dangerous, and I don't know what gives him the strength in that little body of his, but he isn't afraid of the consequences, and most of the times, the consequences are grave, just like when he had that outburst back in highschool. That was clear stubbornness, and he had suffered the consequences of not knowing when to shut up, or rat

Dante's POV To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was literally expecting that punch. I saw it coming, and I had prepared my mind to receive it. I had also prepared myself to throw back another punch at him, and I had gone through the list of scar-removing creams that I would buy after him and I must've beaten ourselves up. I obviously wouldn't want to be carrying a black eye around, and not especially when I had to make an appearance in court. But the whole thing took me by surprise. One minute he was as angry as a malicious beast, like a hungry lion, and the next he was crying like an injured child, and before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into his embrace. Like, does any of it make sense? I was even too stunned to react. If I wasn't, I would've pushed him away. I sat down after he left, feeling my blood pressure rising in me. My chest felt heavy and clutched, and my throat felt patchy. That coffee could've come in handy, but anyways, I di

I brought out my cell phone immediately and took a video of Charlie in that situation. I made sure I caught his face in the camera while at the same time trying to be discrete. The lights in the clubhouse didn't make things easier, but at least one could decipher that it was him that was him in the video, kissing guys and drinking and screaming. He was even wearing a jockstrap, which suited him so much I would say, and that was perfect for the documentary series I was about to start making. I came closer to him and took another video as he started rocking another almost clad guy, and only when I was done with the second video did I dance my way into his circle. In order to fit into the nude theme going on, I tied my shirt up, turning it into crop top, and started dancing towards Charlie. The other guys around made advances towards me, and honestly speaking, on a good night, I would've done them the honour of a kiss, only, and if they had green eyes or I felt some sort of conn

Hakim's POV “ He did what?” I asked Mr Churchill, still not believing all that I had heard, “ he took the dead body out of…….out of the state's forensic department?” I lowered my voice just in case there was someone around. “ Yes sir”, Mr Churchill nodded, “ and returned it without anyone's notice”. “ Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. God! I can't believe this. Is he insane? What on Earth was he thinking? What if he was caught? And you even aided him in all that. What if you guys were caught? Do you actually know what that could've meant?” My voice was still low. “ As far as it's not death, I think we can deal with it”, Mr Churchill said, earning a confused look from me, “ just pulling your legs sir”. “ You better not. This is serious”. He sighed. “ It seems like you have something to say”. “ Well, not quite, but ……….”. “ But what? Speak up”. “ Its just my opinion, but I think you're actually getting more worked up than you should be”, Mr Churchill said. “ Me? Getting wor

I was fuming with anger on the inside, and this was because of so many reasons. Sasha had just found out that the person who had sexually assaulted her was the senator, the footage was still not available, and that silly red hair was doing more than stepping on my toes. I couldn't blame her that much. She was probably so convinced that Mr Wade had committed the murder, and therefore, she was out to get him. “ Tell us, if you didn't kill her, who did?” She asked again, glaring at Mr Wade. “ My boss. Josh Light wood. He was the one who killed her”, Mr Wade said, sealing his fate. “ Liar. You know very well that Josh Lightwood had no hand in the atrocity you committed, yet you choose to set him up”, red hair retorted. “ It's true. I swear it. Why on Earth would I ever kill someone? Of what use would it be to be?” Mr Wade said. “ Because you've done it before”, red hair said and another gasp from the audience was heard. Even I partook in the gasp. What the hell was she say