All Chapters of YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

🦋 GREG 🦋I stared at Nikita from a distance; she looked like she had lost everything, including her purpose of living.Her hair was dishevelled, her gown was stained and wrinkled, her eyes, once bright, were dim and lifeless, red-rimmed from crying, and her body was pale and white. Tears continued to stream down her face, mixing with droplets of sweat that clung to her skin. She looked utterly broken, as if the weight of her sorrow had consumed her entire being. Her wet and tangled hair framed her face, and her lifeless gaze stared into emptiness.I felt a pang in my chest. I don't know what feeling it is, but I knew I didn't want to see her looking that way. I'd rather watch her in her energetic state, fighting me and arguing about every little thing. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was hold her close and whisper into her ears that everything was going to be okay, but I didn't have that right, and it hurts, it hurts that I am nothing to her than a neighbor and Felix’s secretary, I sud

🦋 FELIX 🦋 With everything in me, my blood, my veins, my organs, I wanted nothing more but to be closer to the petite lady whose room was opposite mine.I couldn't stop myself when I went into her room at midnight, and it took me a lot of effort to take my hands off her, even when I was wanting to do more.I was starting to contemplate that it was just another issue with my brain, but it isn't, maybe an issue with my heart, because I didn't have to be close to her for the damn heart to begin beating fast.Once my eyes fall on her, or my ears hear her voice since I woke up from the hospital bed next to her, my heart starts to react in a weird way, and I can't help but stare at her, and my pulse is racing to do more than just stare; I wanted to touch her.I only confirmed it last night when I went into her room, that something was definitely tying us together, not a familiar face, but my heart was in pain, in pain of being deprived of something, and I don't even know what the hell tha

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I couldn't help but think about it.Think ThinkThinkAnd that was exactly what I was told not to do.But I can't stop it, I can't help it; it's as if it's still happening. The sensation on my lips still feels fresh, and his whispers in my ears are like I am currently hearing them.I heard the mansion gate open, and I rushed towards my window to peep. I saw Nikita and Greg walk in, with a weird man following behind. I didn't know who he was, but he wore a police uniform, so I knew he was a police officer.I sprinted out of my room towards Nikita. When I got to the sitting room, everyone was there, including him. ‘Husband’, and my gaze fell on his lips.I sighed and dragged Nikita with me towards my room and slammed the door shut.“I've — been — thinking,” I began.“Thinking?” Nikita repeated. “Hell no! I told you not to think. Why are you getting worked up? I told you not to get worked up either.”“He kissed me, Nikita,” I whispered-screamed. “Is he allowed to

🦋 FELIX 🦋 Sometimes, it's hard when you just want to wrap your head around things, know what exactly is going on and plan what you want to do next.You want to fight; you definitely want to get back what is rightfully yours, but you just don't know how to begin doing that.A sigh escaped my lips as I held my phone tightly pressed against my ear, “Did you find where she's being hidden?” I asked Scott at the other end of the call.“No,” he retorted. “Jesus, why?” I voiced, on edge. The shit is important, I'm about to lose everything for real this time. If my grandmother signs everything to Goliath, which she probably might, because she hates me so much, then I'm going to be in ruins, left with nothing… not even a penny.I don't want a life like that, I worked hard for that company, I have been working hard ever since I was a child, and Goliath, he's just some greedy stranger, I know he has ulterior motives, I can feel it, and the fact that he's keeping my grandma hidden is worsening

🦋 FELIX 🦋 I didn't even realise my mouth was open and I was almost drooling until Greg pointed at it. I couldn't stop staring at my grandmother and wondering what was going on. What spirit possessed her this time? Is this a prank? Is she trying to save me for herself so she can ruin me completely?“Do you also think I hate you?” Her voice rang out again, and she gawked at me. “Okay, maybe I do, I still believe you carry bad luck, which is probably true, but not enough to take your birthright away from you.”“I was indeed sick,” the chairwoman added. “I was hospitalised, and this police officer here happened to find me and told me about this board meeting. I knew nothing about it, and that signature truly isn't mine. Now, let me get this straight, Goliath, you are not the C.E.O. of this company, you are the acting C.E.O. I did what I did to save the company and also to teach my grandson a lesson, and you'll keep being the acting C.E.O. until my death, just until I die. That's what