บททั้งหมดของ I Never Hated You : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Dominic nodded back and carried his laptop to the tech guy who was sitting beside the large projector in the courtroom. They spent a few seconds connecting and disconnecting some cables, and in about two minutes, the projector was lit on. There was suspense in the air as people waited to see what it was that we were going to show them. Dominic played the footage and it showed a fairly lit room where some guys and girls were seated, drinking and smoking and laughing at the top of their voices. Some of the girls were on top of some of the guys, kissing and smooching as they dimmed fit. Everything played out just like Charlie had said, starting first with the feminist question which earned the poor Edwina a hot slap across the face, followed my multiple punches and kicks to the abdomen, and the devil called Josh never stopped, not even when the poor girl was crying and pleading to him to stop. It got more crueler to watch as Josh grabbed one of the guys by the neck and pushed

“ But he's alive, okay? That's all that matters”, Mr Creepy said, making it sound so much like he was administering medication after death. Who the hell does that? I clutched my chest, looking around for a seat because I was pretty sure that I would collapse to the floor if care wasn't taken. “ Are you alright?” He asked and I just nodded, determined to get to that chair at the side before my knees failed me. How dare him ask me such a question when he just told me that Basil was shot twice in the abdomen and once in the chest? And on top of that he says “ he's alive, that's all that matters”. Sure. All that matters for now. Who on earth has ever survived two gunshots to the abdomen with another huge bonus to the chest? Like, who? I finally got to the chair and in no time, I found myself crying again, bulging my eyes out silently. Mr Creepy didn't say anything. He just came and sat beside me, and when it seemed as if I wouldn't stop, he lent his hand on my shoul

Dude! The senator was already angry that his nephew was found guilty and was about to be convicted for a hideous crime, and that it might most probably affect his political career, and now this?! This?! Oh my gosh. Dante was vividly insinuating that the senator was a sexual offender, and what other way was there to turn the public against a political figure if not portraying him as a rapist or a pedophile. I went through the comment section and gosh, it was no joke. Different conspiracy theories started, with everyone saying what was on their minds, and it definitely was not in favour of the senator. Many people started uploading videos saying that the senator was also part of the Epstein files. The house of senate were still debating on whether or not to release the Epstein files, and seriously, linking the senator to it was no good for anyone who loved his life enough to want to keep it. Just as I was still going through it all, someone barged into my office. The force with

Do you know that feeling where you just wish that the ground would open up and swallow you up? Like, you wouldn't even care if you died, you just want the silly ground to open up it's mouth and feed on you? Yeah, that feeling. That was what I felt when after pouting my lips and closing my eyes, awaiting Cole's lips, all I felt was his hand on my hair. “ You have something here”, he said, trying to get something out of my hair. I was already dumbfounded as it was, and so so confused about what was going on. I thought he wanted to kiss me! “ Oh, here it is”, he said, showing me the white thread that was caught up in my brown hair. “ Mmh”, I sighed, grinning awkwardly and feeling jealous of those who lived in the middle belt where earthquakes were rampart. He got out of the car before I did, and then waved me good night and left. Now that was strange. He always wanted to come upstairs to my apartment, he even did so on one of the occasions he last came, and we h

It was cringe. So cringe. Watching them as they still held their gaze, probably forgetting that I was even there watching their silly drama. What arrant nonsense? I looked closely at the guy and recognized him as one of the police officers who had been here yesterday. “ So sorry about that”, the guy said to Sasha. “ No problem, I understand”, Sasha said, her cheeks almost turning red. He turned to me, finally noticing that there was another person in the same space. “ Oh, hi, you were here yesterday, right? With Officer Gabriel?” He asked. “ Yeah”, I said, nodding and articulating his looks. No wonder Sasha couldn't tear her gaze away from him. He was stoic, with a sharp jaw line and a little spray of frinkles on his face, just right below his eyes. His hair was bedraggled, as if he hadn't washed or combed it in over a week, but even with that, he was a pure living work of art, the real definition of walking out of a painting. “ What's up?” He leaned in for a bro hu