Semua Bab After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Hannah's POV: The shot rang out before I could blink. “NO!” Adam’s roar split the air, raw and violent, just as his body slammed into mine. His arm wrapped around me, shoving me out of the bullet’s path. The world tilted—my shoulder smacked against the pavement, pain jolting through me—but I barely felt it. Because in the next heartbeat, the smell of gunpowder burned in my nose. Adam’s arm twitched against me. Blood. Red, hot, terrifying blood soaked into his sleeve, blooming like a cursed flower. “No, no, no—Adam!” My voice broke as I grabbed his arm, my fingers slick with his blood. But there was no time. Another deafening crack split the air. “LENORA!” Hayes’ shout tore through the chaos, and before I could even comprehend what was happening, he lunged forward. The bullet slammed into his chest with a sickening thud. His body jerked like a puppet with its strings cut, then collapsed in a heap. “Hayes!” My scream ripped from my throat, strangled with horror and

Hannah’s POV:I pressed the phone closer to my ear, my heart racing. This had to be a joke. “Lenora? Aren't you—”“In jail.” She finished with an unnerving calmness. “Yes, I am. But we get three free calls.”My brow rose in suspicion. “And you decided to call me? I don't think we're that close.”I could almost hear her shaky breath on the other end. “I know. But…” She paused, and it felt like she was struggling to finish her thought. “Hayes didn't pick up.”“Hmm,” I let out, trying my best to measure the situation. “Alright, so what do you want me to do? You haven't forgotten you're in jail because you tried to kill me, right?”“Yes, I know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost lost amidst the background noise of clanging metal and muffled voices. “But you're the only person I can call now.”I felt the weight of her words settle over me like a thick fog. Part of me wanted to slam the phone down and forget she ever existed. After my divorce had been finalized, I had made a clean bre

Hannah's POV:I stood in front of my mirror, the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my face. The coolness of the foundation felt nice against my skin as I applied it lightly, just enough to enhance what I already had. My hair cascaded down in gentle, wavy locks, framing my face beautifully. A swipe of rosy lipstick completed my look. I didn’t want to overdo it; I never had to. I was confident in my own skin, but today was special—it was my first day at the company branch my father had entrusted to me.I took a deep breath as I walked over to my wardrobe. I needed to look sharp, to command respect and authority. My eyes scanned the hangers, and at the very end, I caught sight of it: the black suit. I pulled it out, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. Memories flooded my mind—Adam had bought this suit for me when I first moved into his house to start working with Josh. Back then, I had nothing but oversized coats and baggy suits because Hayes h

Hannah's POV:Today was the day I had planned to meet Josh. If I wanted to win the bet with Maria, I knew I had to take action. Maria wasn't going to play fair; after all, she had already pulled a sneaky move by buying off all my staff. But this was my game too, and I wasn't about to let anyone walk all over me.I tied my hair back into a ponytail, grabbed my bag and car keys, and headed out of my room. The moment I slammed the door shut behind me, my eyes landed on Lenora's door right across the hallway. I moved closer and knocked.“Come in,” Lenora’s voice came from inside.I pushed the door open and entered her room. It was cozy, filled with soft light that filtered through the curtains. There she was, sitting up on her bed with her head leaning against the headboard, a book held loosely in her hands.“Hey, how's the report going?” I asked, standing at the center of the room, scanning the space as I spoke.Lenora shrugged her shoulders and took a shallow breath. “I’m writing down a

Adam's POV:It was morning when I woke up on the couch, the dull light of the morning filtering through the window. My phone lay in my palm, and for a moment, I had to remember where I was. Last night had been a disaster. After sending Hannah those flowers and eagerly waiting for her response, all I received was silence. The text I'd hoped would break the ice never came, and my heart sank when I realized I had drifted off without hearing from her.Then my phone rang.“Please let it be her,” I muttered, squinting as I checked my phone, hoping for even a flicker of life that suggested she had reached out. Just my luck—my assistant's voice buzzed through the receiver instead, pulling me back to reality.“Sir, your 8am is on his way,” she informed me. I groaned, pushing my hair back, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. “I'll be there soon,” I replied, ending the call with a sigh. I tossed my phone onto the couch, frustration boiling beneath my skin. Hannah really didn't call, not