Semua Bab Don't fall for your fake husband: Bab 91 - Bab 100

-NINA- The event was being held in the convention center of an elegant hotel in downtown New York. It was a cocktail party at which those involved in the project would present the most significant aspects of the building complex. The client wanted to show some investors that his new branch could be ecologically sustainable and, at the same time, make some money. Scattered around the room were posters on recycled wooden structures showing digital images of the project. At the front, a raised platform was positioned, and a large digital display showed the company logo. "Here, drink this." Chris handed me a flute of champagne. "Your anxiety is practically vibrating through you." "Chris, you know how important this presentation is for me. I really don't want to mess it up," I replied, taking a sip of the sparkling drink. It hit my stomach oddly. I've been dealing with a stomach bug lately, and I think it is too soon for my body to handle alcohol. He moved a little closer and

-CHRIS- It was almost 5 a.m. when I arrived at the law office of Goldman & Porter in San Francisco. Last night during the party, I declined the first five calls from Peter Goldman before I finally answered. My girl was presenting her project brilliantly, making my chest swell with pride. She's incredible, and it's high time the world took notice. I didn't want to miss it. Finally, I turned on my phone, intending to shut him up. But he didn't let me hang up so easily. The guy was desperate to cut a deal. In my quest to hold my uncle accountable for his misdeeds, I've been collecting substantial evidence of his crimes over the years. This includes embezzling funds from Hayworth Pipelines, vote-buying by politicians and other influential figures, and even sabotaging competitors' properties. Unfortunately, that piece of s.hit is exceptionally cunning. I haven't been able to directly connect any of these crimes to him, as he's meticulously covered his tracks an

-CHRIS- "Would you like anything else, sir?" the flight attendant asked, setting a glass of sparkling water on the table beside me. "No, thank you," I replied, my eyes glued on my phone. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" She elongated the last word in an unusual way, prompting me to glance at her. With her white shirt opened below her bra, t.its practically spilling out, the flight attendant gazed at me through her eyelashes. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locked on her face. "I don't remember seeing you before. What's your name?" "Rene White, sir. You can call me Renee," she said with a flirtatious grin. I really need to start using a wedding band. "Miss White, I hope I'm mistaken, and you weren't trying to flirt with me. That would be highly unprofessional conduct. Such behavior is not tolerated in our company. Is that clear?" I stated flatly, a scowl etched across my face. She quickly adjusted her shirt, buttoning it up until nothing was left open. "Yes, s

-CHRIS- "Owen, talk to me." I asked my head of security as soon as my uncle disconnected the phone. Since I came from the airport, we've been in my living room, trying to discover where my uncle took Nina. "The sign from his call came from New Jersey. Unfortunately, there is not enough information to give us a precise location." he answered, his brows furrowed. "I have to call my lawyer and prepare the transfer documents." My throat was dry. I didn't care about the shares, but what would my uncle do when he got what he wanted? He hated me and had nothing else to lose. He'll kill Nina. And he'll kill our baby as well. F.uck! Our baby! She didn't tell me she was pregnant. That's why she has been feeling odd lately. How far is she? We need to visit a doctor for a check-up. My mind was in overdrive. I needed to figure out how to solve this. A member of Owen's team approached him, holding out a tablet. "Sir, we have a lead on the mercenaries Senastian Hayworth hired. The

SEVEN MONTHS LATER ____________________ -NINA- "Can you stop picking at your nails? You're going to ruin that amazing manicure," Harper scolded me. "I can't help it. I keep hearing the boys cry outside," I replied. "I already told you, they're sleeping! It's all in your head. And your sister Daniela is taking care of them. She's a pediatrician, after all." She approached me and adjusted the tail of my wedding gown. She is probably right. The boys, especially Dante, cry so much I keep hearing them even when they are silent. No matter how much I feed them, they are still always hungry. They're a handful! Even with Chris's assistance, it's overwhelming at times. I wanted to handle everything on my own, but ultimately, I eventually agreed to Chris's idea of hiring a nurse. She stays for six hours a day, giving me the chance to finally take a shower or a nap. She was invited to the wedding today, as a guest, not to work. But she already had plans. My sister and my mum are t