Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Atonement : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter Forty-two—Misguided Romance Step Three—Be as Romantic as you can. Justin was out of practice by a long shot but he was willing to give it a try, he wanted her back desperately. She couldn’t see from the way he was looking at her, the simple nightshirt she had on with her hair all tumbled up into a convoluted mess. He’d forgotten how much he missed seeing her like that, how she would always slip into one of his shirts to make breakfast after a long session of lovemaking. It was a wonder how he never got her pregnant during the course of their marriage. He parked his car right in the garage, just as he pondered over his next plan when he opened the car door to the detective, waiting right behind the trunk. He spotted him from the mirror and let out a sigh. He was so hell bent on getting his wife back that he forgot about the other dire issues at hand, “Hello detective.” “Diaz,” the detective muttered, “You never asked of my name.”

Chapter Forty-four—A calm storm Justin slipped into his running shoes. They’d barely fit, after a grunt and a sharp push he’d manage to get them in. The house smelled of disinfectant and cleaning supplies, an eerie smell which comforted his troubled self. It was an impulsive decision, to take a walk down the streets of New York despite the detective’s warning. He didn’t care, for all he knew it was all just speculations and the detective being paranoid. He had a lot of enemies, most of them competitors and a minutè few whose day would probably be brighter if he was six foot underground—his beautiful ex wife being one of those people. However, they’ve never done anything foul as they were upstanding citizens at the end of the day. They knew better than to mess with the lives of a hundred workers in an establishment. Even Marone, the Mafia boss whom he had double crossed and was serving a life sentence in jail. He knew better than to mess with someone as u

Chapter Forty-six—The hostile takeover(2) A few minutes after Julian was escorted off the premises, Justin finally wiped off the smug smile on his face and entwined his fingers together. They might have voted him out, rid him of the weed that plagued his company, but they also agreed to a meeting —one which was to result in him stepping down from his position. “You’re all on thin ice.” He said, hinting a note of clear warning, “As from today, SAN Limited will no longer be known for it’s dubious practices. There will be integrity on this panel, and if any one has an issue with that then they can tag along with Mr Julian.” There was silence in the room, each stakeholder evading contact as their heads sunk low in shame. He wanted nothing more than to lash out on their greedy selves, get them all of the panel. He needed them, which was why they were still hanging on like stray dogs on leashes. He predicted Julian’s next move. Whilst the crafty director wa

Chapter Forty-Eight—Spun lies “You knew he was married didn’t you?” She just had to ask. Summer, surprised by the question simply shrugged, “It was clear your marriage was headed for the rocks,” then she flashed Gianna a smile, “You can’t blame a woman for trying can you?” “I can’t.” Gianna replied. She was shattered on the inside, fighting her possible best to keep a composed front. Hell be damned, before she let Summer Henshaw get the pleasure of seeing her all distraught and heartbroken. “Why are you here Summer?” Gianna finally asked, “After all these years. Why are you telling me this now?” “No reason,” Summer shrugged again, crossing her legs now, “I just wanted to let you know. In case you ever think of—- “Getting back toghether with Justin?” “Exactly.” It was as Gianna had predicted, the woman was clearly protecting her turf. A clear primal show, telling her to back off. It was a pathetic and cruel thing to

Chapter Fifty—Lies…it’s all lies Cheater. The words rang in his ears at his angry drive to work. He ignored the looks, and the murmurs, and the soft giggles as he trudged past rows of cubicles towards the elevator, and to his office. The ever indomitable Justin Santiago, walking through with a huge dab of pistachio cream on the lapel of his suit jacket. It was a pristine suit too. Two of the new interns couldn’t help but snicker to each other when he joined them in the elevator. It was a dreaded ride, around two Nineteen year olds with nothing better to do with their time—they wouldn’t lose if he fired them on the spot. The old him would’ve fired them on the spot. The elevator door opened to the top floor and Belinda shot up to her feet, “Good morning Mr— “Keep the pleasantries,” he cut her off abruptly, holding a hand up, “I need a new suit.” The International business summit was in a few hours and he was a guest speaker at the event. He