Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth Has Never Felt This Good : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Chapter 182 Viktor Holt I woke up with a splitting headache, my eyes blurry, and my stomach twisting and turning. My eyes swept around the familiar room, and I let out a sigh when I realised that I was in my room… on my bed. What happened? How did I end up here with this banging ache in my head? Susanne walked in, but paused once she noticed that I was already awake. “You are awake?” She came to sit before me, her eyes locked on me, a smile lingering on her face. “How are you feeling now?” I nodded. “Hmm. I'm fine.” “What happened?” She blinked. “You don't remember what happened?” I shook my head. She sighed. “I don't know what happened, but you suddenly left me at the party last night and drove off… I was called later by a strange person to come pick you up from the bar that you were drunk.” I let out a groan, rubbing my temple and squeezing my eyes shut as fragments of what happened last night crawled back into my mind. Jessica… She's the reason I'm like

184. Viktor The doorbell rang loudly, making me jerk up from my drunken daze. I palmed my face sleepily as I stared at the empty bottle of brandy. I realized I had drunk myself to sleep again. The bell rang again, making my already brewing headache a lot more intense. “I’m coming! Stop ringing the damn bell,” I muttered as I stood up, dragging my feet to the door. I opened the door but didn’t find anyone there. Not until a little child slammed into my body, hugging my waist tightly. “Daddy!” The child exclaimed excitedly. That child was Jeremy. My body stiffened immediately as so many questions ran through my mind. What was he doing here and how the bloody hell did he get here? “Hey buddy, hi,” I said surprised as I quickly untangled myself from his hold. I could feel my facade of nice dad slipping out as Jeremy ran into the house as if it was his father that owned the place. Annoyed, I shut the door harshly. “Jeremy! Come here, we need to talk,” I said, my voice ster

186. Viktor “House 8, Royal street,” I read aloud with a smile on my face. Finally, after such a long time, hope blossomed in my heart. I had Jessica’s home address. I knew she probably didn’t want to see my face but once I show up at her door, she’ll see just how much I love her. How far I’m willing to go for her. When Jessica left, she disappeared like a ghost. No one knew where she lived and well, I couldn’t show up at her work place because it was too crowded. So I did the only logical thing any desperate man in my shoes would do. I hired a private investigator to find out where she lived and after a long time of patience, I had her address. I whistled happily as I took a long shower and after that wore the best fit I had in my closet. The perfume I used was one of the most expensive oud in the country. Once I was done, I drove out of the house headed straight for Jessica’s place. I contemplated sending her a text or calling about my arrival but decided against it. It

188. Oliver Two hours had passed and I was still at the same spot, staring at the heap of old family pictures. Just looking at them there untouched made my tummy flip in an uncomfortable way. Those pictures reminded me of memories that burned my soul, memories I would rather forget My phone rang out, It's ringing tone pierced through the emotional daze I was in and without bothering to know who was calling, I answered the call. Anything to avoid looking into those photo album again. "Hey babe, how are you?" Jessica's cheerful voice filled my ears and suddenly, the day became a lot more better. I smiled, pressing my phone to my ear. *working as always love. What about you? How has rehearsals been?" I asked. Jessica huffed. " I'm stressed but still yet, I know this is for me. I just have to keep pushing, she replied. Since she was part of the contestant and i wanted her to be fully prepared, I hired professionals to teach Jessica so she stood out and with how cast she learns,

190. Oliver Rowan sat opposite from me, his eyes cold as his demeanor. He stared at me like a lion watching its prey. I could see he didn’t trust me or my claim. We were at a cafe, both our coffees going cold but neither cared. “We’re really brothers?” Rowan asked. “I’ve been searching for you for a long time. Ever since the accident…” I trailed off. “The accident that killed our parents,” He finished for me. I nodded. Rowan didn’t look like he believed me. He brought out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face. “So, you’re my elder brother?” He asked with a chuckle. I remained calm as I watched him. He didn’t look like the little brother I knew. He was a man and even worse, a broken one. “Biologically, yes,” I responded. He arched an eyebrow at me. “Seems like you have a lot to say Mr Fancy style,” I shook my head. “I’m here to listen to you. How have you been? How… how has life been for you,” I said. Rowan grinned and my hear