Semua Bab Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Bab 181 - Bab 190

Renee’s povA black SUV with tinted black windows swerved out of a blind spot and cut us off as Charles slammed on the brakes which had the tires screeching and the car coming to a stop.“What the…” he muttered as I wondered what nonsense this was.“Back up! Just back up!” I screamed. This felt planned and I was not about to be abducted for any reason.He tried to reverse but two more cats blocked us behind as we jolted to a stop.Two more black SUV. We were boxed in. Trapped.My breath hitched. This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be happening.“Charles…” My voice was a thin whisper.He was frantically trying the gear shift, looking for a way out that didn’t exist. “I don’t… I don’t understand…”The doors of the SUV in front of us opened. Two large men in dark jackets got out. They stared at the car and just stood there looking menacing.It was then that the rear door of the SUV opened and a man stepped out.He looked older and dressed in a very sharp suit. He looked around before turni

Renee’s pov“Of course not. Dacre didn’t pull the trigger. He was too busy playing the hero. It was his friend. The big one. The one who came crashing in like a goddamn wrecking ball.”His friend. The pieces clicked into place with a sickening finality. Dacre’s uncle. “You mean Dante,” I said as his eyes lit up.“Yeah. Dante. That’s the name. He’s the one who put two in my chest and one in my skull and left me for dead in that shithole. He’s the reason I spent two months eating through a tube. I have a personal score with him. We haven’t finished our dance.”This wasn’t a business associate anymore. This was a man consumed by a vendetta.“So you see, Renee,” he said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “This reunion isn’t about catching up. It’s about settling a score. And you… you’re going to help me.”The relief was instant and so powerful it felt like a drug. He didn’t want Dacre. He wanted Dante. I would gladly give him the man as I didn’t care about him. I only wanted dacre

Dacre’s povFrom the doorway, Renee, who apparently hadn’t gone far, piped up. “You’re going to the company?”My mother’s smile was thin. “As I said. I just have a feeling. The markets are volatile. I only want to see how things are going. I’ll see you at nine sharp. Don’t be late.”My mother turned and left with Renee as I sighed and leaned over the railing. Here we go again.***I got out of the house with the company agenda burning in my mind. I looked ahead to see my limo in the distance as I sighed when I saw them by the car.There, standing beside the car like they were waiting for a photoshoot, were my mother and Renee. Both were dressed not for a day at the office, but for a corporate fashion spread. My mother in a severe, ice-blue power suit, Renee in a blush-pink dress and heels that were utterly impractical for anything but looking decorative.I stopped short, my briefcase hanging at my side. “What is this?” I asked in a flat voice.My mother offered a thin, practiced smil

Zelda’s povRenee then leaned forward to whisper into my ears.“Zelda, it’s… it’s worse than I thought. Looking at this now… you really messed up during those two months.”I froze. The air was sucked out of the room. Every head turned to look at her, then at me. My own hired gun, my chosen daughter-in-law, had just shot me in the back in front of my entire board.I felt a hot flush of pure humiliation creep up my neck. I wanted to backhand her. Instead, I kept my expression carved from ice. “Excuse me?”She seemed to realize her colossal error a second too late. Her eyes went wide with panic. “I-I just mean… there are mistakes here. Several. Look,” she said, her voice trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at a spreadsheet, trying to cover her gaffe with action. “This depreciation schedule is all wrong. And the projected yield on these assets is… it’s wildly optimistic. It’s a house of cards.”She was digging the hole deeper, highlighting failures that had happened on my watch. I c

Dacre’s povYou could have cut the silence between us with a knife. I could feel her heat through my arm and our fingers touching.“You look… really handsome, Dacre,” she said softly, breaking the quiet. She wasn’t looking at me, her fingers were tracing the beading on her clutch. “The tuxedo suits you.”“Thanks,” I replied gruffly, and then after a cough to clear my throat. “You… you look incredible. Truly.”“Thanks for asking me out… officially I mean.”I nodded. “Sure.”I looked out of the window to enjoy the passing city as I thought of Katherine again.Being with Renee felt wrong but thinking of Katherine felt right. I just wanted her by my side. I missed her. Just that small time with her in the room and I felt right. It didn't take long before the car started to slow down.We had arrived. The bright white flashing lights of cameras from paparazzi were like strobe lights in effect. I could hear the sound of muffled voices behind the crowd.I took a deep breath, here we go.I lo