Semua Bab A Marriage Deal To Remember : Bab 91 - Bab 100

JENSYN Linden dragged me away from the flashing light, the voices in the hall had pitched higher with every camera click. His grip felt like a tight rope around my wrist. Heads turned as we moved, and whispers kept pouring in. But nothing could compare to the confusion ravaging my mind. My heels clicked too sharply against the marble tiles, forcing me to increase my pace as he pulled me. “Linden—”“Walk faster, Jensyn.” His voice was cold, sharp too. We walked through the set of doors into a lone corridor. The thud from the hall had dulled, replaced by the hollow of my heels and Linden's shoes, plus the wild acceleration of my pulse.He didn't stop until we reached a room lined with mirrors. The door slammed behind us and I snatched my hand from him. My wrist throbbed where his fingers had curled around before. “What the hell was that, Jensyn?” He demanded, anger coursing through him like fireworks in the sky.My arms were akimbo, trying to keep the cold from penetrating into my

THIRD PERSON’S POV “You did what?” His tone cracked like shattered glass. He shifted on his chair, struggling to understand what he heard.Derek leaned against the edge of his library desk, phone pressed tight to his ear. His voice was low, barely audible for anyone to hear. A smile creased unto his face, giving him the look of an innocent child. The blinds were half-drawn, concealing the room in all its darkness. This was the best place for him to pick calls like this without his wife finding out anything.The person on the line was Susanne, her laughter curled into the speaker, loud and unhinged. “Calm down,” she purred, “it’s all part of the plan, baby. Trust me.”Derek’s jaw tensed. “How is that part of the plan?” He drummed his fingers against the mahogany table, restless and hard. “I heard you promoted her, Susanne. I’ve got ears over there and they told me Jensyn was made the Creative Manager by you. Tell me how that makes sense when we don’t like that bitch.”Susanne began to

LINDEN“He is in the study, sir,” the maid's voice barely registered in me as I strolled towards the hallway. My footsteps echoed along the marble tiles, each turn caved the anxiety I had developed whenever I was approaching Arthur's study.The door was half-closed, but I didn’t knock. Knocking felt like permission, and I wasn’t here to ask for it.Arthur sat behind his desk, swallowed by a conversation on his phone. The name ‘Jennifer’ slipped out like cotton candy on his lips and he smiled. I wasn't here to ask about my mother, I was here to talk about my daughter's mother.He didn’t look up right away. He finished his conversation, removed his glasses, then lifted his eyes calmly.“You should knock, my boy,” he corrected, irritation lacing his tone.I remained mute, reaching into my coat, I pulled out a thin photocopied paper and laid it on his desk. Arthur's gaze dropped, his brow didn't twitch, not even when he stared at the headline of the file. It reads: ‘Autopsy Report-Acciden

LINDENAndrea's hands were shaking so badly I contemplated telling her we could leave. We were in the courtroom, waiting to hear the fate of Fat Goerge, the lunatic who kidnapped Andrea—the serial killer who took my daughter.I could take her away, tell her it'd be fine, tell her Goerge wouldn't ever torment anyone again, but she had to see the man who almost broke her, she had to know he wouldn't ever get the chance to do that again.Andrea's eyes were glued to the floor, her little hands fidgeting with the hem of her pink sweater. We came alone—Jensyn wasn't here, Willow wasn't. I told them I wanted this moment alone with my daughter. Although reporters were lined along the back, their cameras poised, ready to grab any other news worthy story.I tightened my grip around Andrea's hand, murmuring, “I’ve got you. Look at me, not them.”We reached the front row which were the seats for victims. I saw about five women and four men (they were the parents of women and girls Goerge ended th

JENSYN“We shall find out about that ghost at Green Bay.”We were in Hudson—River and I. I stared at my reflection in the car window, drumming my fingers relentlessly on the car console. My shirt button had been ripped off in an attempt to leave home early so I could beat traffic and be on my way to Hudson, but I barely noticed it. River had arrived earlier and he suggested we take a train, but due to the fact that I didn't want anyone to know about my movement, I told him we should take a public bus.I should stop.That tiny, clamouring voice beckoned at my insides. But if I stopped now, what did that make me? A coward? Someone who let Camille Wallace vanish without a trace? Someone who leg Andrea grew up under the shadow of a lie that she was loved?“Jensyn, we are there.” River's voice floated into my mind, jolting me out of my reverie.“Oh, okay.” I grabbed my bag, sliding my phone inside. One look at the phone and I saw two texts from Linden. I told him I was going to the Rawlin