Semua Bab After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Bab 121 - Bab 128

Hannah’s POV:Silence filled the room like a cologne. The type of silence that made the pounding in your chest sound as loud as a herd of bulls running through a field.Adam’s face had gone red, his cheeks the color of a ripe tomato. He was quiet; his eyes that were usually filled with a calm sort of control now looked taken aback, like a deer caught in headlights. OMG!! OMG!! Why did I just say that!? Instant regret! I scolded myself in my head.I felt like it was partly due to the effect of the drugs influencing me because why else would I have just blurted out that question? ‘Do you have feelings for me?’Like, of course not. That couldn’t be true. Absolutely not.Why would I even think that?Was my mind all fogged up because of how considerate Adam has been? Him allowing me to stay over at his house, him helping out with my projects, and even constantly motivating me.Or was it because of how he had swooped in to save me and brought me straight to the hospital, staying with me

Hannah’s POV:The drive down to my family's house was a long one. As I arrived, the tall black gates opened up, and I drove across a distance of open field before arriving at the main house's front door—there were several buildings on the estate.I stepped out of the car, and a helper rushed out to help me with my baggage. Before I entered the house and took a deep breath. “I'm going with Hayes; I love him, and we're going to build a life together.” This was the last thing I said before leaving.Now I am back, divorced. I knew for sure they were going to try to rub it in my face, and without Adam here as my date, it was only going to give them more reason to talk. But, when you've lived with snakes for long enough, you grow a thick skin, and their venoms no longer do you any damage.I clutched my hands at my sides and took purposeful steps inside. As soon as I got in, I heard a voice from upstairs. “Hannah, you're here. I'm so happy to see you again.” It was Maria, and she was putting

Richard’s POV:“I swear, I’m going to bring down that blog and the owner if those pictures ever get posted.” I roared in anger, as I directed my frustration towards an unsuspecting chair, sending it crashing into the wall.“You need to calm down,” Ollie cautioned me. “Getting railed up wouldn’t do us any good.”Ollie was right. I needed to be calm; I mean, nothing had actually happened yet. I could still stop the pictures from getting posted.Luckily, Ollie had connections to someone who worked in ‘Shush-talkz’; the informant gave him a heads up before the pictures were to be posted. Ollie couldn’t convince them not to post the pictures, so I sourced to meet the actual owner of the blog personally.“You’re right,” I exhaled my frustration. “I’ve already arranged to meet with the owner of the blog; I can still convince them not to post those pictures.”“What?” Ollie asked, surprised. “How did you get their contact? I mean, nobody knows who owns ‘Shush-talkz’ because they have been ano

Stacey's POV:The party drew further as the night grew darker, but the hall was still brimming with the same energy it started on. Mr. Donovan had taken me down to his cellar where he kept all of his wine. It was the largest amount of wine collection I'd ever seen in my life. He had instructed the servers to take some back up to the party, and for the next few hours we had been tasting different wines. “What about this?” Mr. Donovan poured me my thirteenth glass of wine that night. He wanted my opinion after every sip; we had opened a ton of bottles only just to take a sip from each of them. I grabbed the wine glass and gave it a gentle shake before bringing it to my nose to guess the ingredients just from the smell. “Black currant…dark cherry and,” I took a sip from the glass. “Tastes a little like wet earth.” Mr. Donovan took a sip from his glass, and his eyes shot up in astonishment. “Goodness, your taste buds are incredible,” he gushed excitedly. “You guessed all that from jus