Semua Bab Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Renee’s povThe music in the room was too loud. I mean, too loud for my head. The kind of loudness that meant you couldn’t really talk unless you got up close and screamed to convey the information you wanted people to know. Some of the women around laughed like the games being played was funny and not just expected of you because there were girls everywhere, leaning against the long velvet couches or propped against the wine bar playing stupid made-up girl games like Who’s Most Likely To and Never Have I Ever. Stupid rich girl things to do.I started to think of Katherine and how to get her down. I needed air. Well, not really but I was in desperate need to make a phone call. So I smiled at the girls around me, laughed when one of them said I had probably never eaten street food before and casually slipped off my heels.“Be right back,” I called out as if my phone had vibrated on the bar table, “I just have to get this.”No one really noticed. They were too busy debating who’d kisse

Zelda’s povI stood there, my arms folded, and watched the police officer leave after scribbling something in his notebook. He didn’t say anything really, just nodded and gave one of those courteous half-smiles that meant “we’ll call you” except we both knew he wouldn’t.I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and looked up at the night sky. It's supposed to be a party; it turned into CSI.“Katherine this, Katherine that,” I grumbled beneath my breath. “Always causing drama…”“Zelda,” I heard Renee call me as I turned to see her coming to me.I cocked my head and looked her over. "You alright?"She nodded. “As okay as one can be when someone gets kidnapped from a party.”I squinted my eyes at her a bit. “You are handling all of this a bit too well.”“What do you want me to do, cry then throw myself dramatically into a bush?”I snorted before giving her a slight grin. “Possibly. The level of dramatic would match the atmosphere today.”She wanted to laugh but held herself.I glan

Renee’s povI looked away from Grace and tried to focus on my surroundings when I noticed how everyone was acting. All these people were truly acting like Katherine was saint of the fucking century or something. Not even hours ago half of them called her a parasite to her face, whispered about her behind their glasses of champagne, laughed at her and said she didn’t belong.Now it's “oh poor Katherine . . . " “How could this happen to such a good person?” The way people switch up decently kept me entertained. hypocrites.I felt an eye roll coming on with such force, I was pretty sure my eyes would get permanently stuck in the back of my head.I avoided Grace’s look like the plague because, honestly? If anyone were to throw down and fight right now, it would be her. That girl was lethal when she wanted something. And, tonight she wanted something big time. I could practically feel her eyes burrowing into my scalp as I crossed the garden to go to a secluded place.I acted like I was in

Marcus’s povI sighed and looked around.“It was an accident. She attacked one of my men and fled. I caught her and she grabbed a stick and came at me swinging like she knew what she was doing.”“You let her get her hands on a weapon?” she snapped.“I mean, sorry I didn’t walk away from it, right? Sorry that instead of killing her and going to bes I got a thumb up my ass.”‘You better not be lying to me that she is still with you,’ she said.‘I’m not,’ I replied. ‘She’s back in there. Tied up. She’s not going anywhere.’“You sure?”I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Renee. I’m sure.”There was a silence. I could hear her breathing. She was probably pacing, in those high heels she always wore, even when it made no damn sense. The type of person who’d wear a ball gown to a funeral and call it grief.“She cannot get away again,” she said slowly now. Her voice had changed. It had gone cold too. Dead cold. That tone you used when you really did not want to repeat yourself.“She won’t,” I said.“Good.

Marcus’s POVI ate a cold dinner but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Between running from the balcony where I sat to the room where my prisoner was sitting, it was tough knowing what to do anyway.I was halfway through the bowl when the call came in.I checked the screen. Renee.“Fuck,” I muttered. She was about to lose her lid as usual. I wasn’t in the mood for one of her moods. It always put me off. This night already she had ruined my mood multiple times. This was not what I had signed up for.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and answered, not bothering to say hello. “Yeah?” I could hear controlled anger in her voice as I braced myself for the worst. “I’m done waiting. Get rid of her.”I reclined back in my chair, chewing a little slower now. “You for real?”“Do I look like I’m fucking playing?” I let out a deep, heavy sigh. “You do realize she’s not some lowlife, right? People will start to talk and they might trace her to me.”“Then get rid of her. You’re good at that.”