Todos los capítulos de After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Hannah POV:The next morning, sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, spilling golden light across my face and nudging me awake. I stretched, feeling particularly refreshed after yesterday’s adventure through the streets of Paris. It was strange how a little adventure could wash away worries like that. I hopped out of bed, exhilaration still bubbling inside me as I shuffled to the bathroom. The hot water danced over my skin in the shower, washing off remnants of sleep and invigorating me for the day ahead.I took my time applying a light touch of makeup; just enough to highlight my features without masking the excitement shining through my eyes. I glanced around our lavish hotel suite. Everything felt so luxurious—the gold accents, the plush carpets, and the view of the peeking through the window. It made me giddy just to be here. Once I felt ready, I settled at the table top to catch up on a bit of work I had left undone. After forty minutes I was done and then I knew it was

Hannah's POV:Stiles inched closer, his lips stretched out like a chicken anus. I reclined back and turned my head just in time for the elevator door to ding open on the first floor. The doors slide open to reveal Maria standing on the other end.Maria's eyes widened. Stiles froze.I used that chance to cut loose and walked out. I went the other way to the elevator at the opposite end and took it down to the basement floor. I walked some distance before I saw the door leading to the pool area.Immediately I got in, I was hit with the light smell of chlorine whiffing through the air, and the hums from the water pumps created a very tranquil atmosphere. The pool was empty, save for someone sitting on one of the in-pool loungers. On closer look I recognized the person—Micheal.We haven't spoken after him and Lenora. It wasn't like we spoke before, but now, because of what happened that day with Lenora, it has caused an even bigger rift between us. I knew Lenora was playing a game here, a

Hannah's POV:The audacity was mind-blowing. He pinned me down in the elevator against my will and tried to kiss me but still had the guts to ask me to explain the situation to his fiancee.This must be some sort of stupid joke.“You want me to explain what exactly?” I questioned, trying to understand what made him think this was a good idea.“Just explain to her that she saw wrong.” He read out with ease, like that was the truth.“She saw wrong? So you didn't try to kiss me against my will?” I retorted.He rolled his eyes like I was being dramatic. “Oh please, you wanted that kiss too. You didn't move.”“Yes, because you held me down!!” My words came out louder than intended.Is this man delusional or just purely crazy?I took a small breath to relax myself.Stiles was the last person I ever wanted to get me worked up. He was scum and wasn't worth it.“You caused the problem yourself, so deal with it.” I pushed him backwards, and his foot blocking the door retreated as he struggled t

Hannah's POV: I got into a taxi and told him the location Alina sent to my phone. It was a dive in-bar. Not particularly the best place for abduction and hostage. I already looked up the address online, and that was why I involved Maria.It made sense that Alina wouldn't send me the exact address of where he was keeping Stiles. The address he gave me was a viewing station, where he can see if I came alone or brought unwanted guests.I knew this, and that was why I was sharing my location with Maria and had a mini camera hidden in my hairpin. She was seeing everything that I was seeing, and the video was being saved as evidence against him. We needed to first ensure Stiles' safety and then get Alina's confession.The taxi came to a halt, and I highlighted the vehicle. I stood in front of the bar waiting for some sort of signal or anything.Then my phone buzzed with a message; I read it. ‘Move three buildings forward and enter the opposite building.’I obeyed.The opposite building was

Hannah's POV:The two police cars parked outside the building blared sirens loudly, disrupting the evening air. I sat at the back of an ambulance truck, a paramedic inspecting the bruise on my stomach.“I'm fine; it wasn't a deep cut.” I said, trying to save her some time from doing something so pointless.The brunette paramedic didn't stop; instead, she pulled out a first aid kit from behind her. “We don't know how clean the knife he used was. It's better we clean up the wound to prevent any infection.”Her focus was absolute. She wasn't going to let me be until she was sure I was fully fine. I smiled, grateful for how passionate she was about the safety of a person she had never met. Must be why she became a paramedic.“Let me go; it's not a crime to be in love,” Alina winced, struggling with the two policemen dragging him to the back of the car.“No. But kidnapping and physical assault are.” The policeman to his left, with a full mustache, replied before pushing Alina's head throug