STALKING THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

[MORNING]Orange lights rolled in the cloud, falling on Ixora's room. The harsh reflections shone brightly in Ixora's eyes. Ixora stretched herself, turning to the other side.A strong smell caught her nose. The dangerous, seductive scent she had no idea if she herself was obsessing over. She couldn't understand the logic behind recognizing the scent at any time of the day.She smiled, taking in a long sniff of his scent. The scent filled her nostrils. Her eyes flickered open, and she sat up.She took her gaze to the drawer and saw a paper in the drawer."This," she muttered and picked it up.The scent invaded her nose again. She then realized it was the paper that smelled like him.She looked at the paper. Some words were scribbled on it.Staring at it longer, she was able to figure out the word 'FIREFLY'.Another smile found its way, tugging at the corners of her lips as she admired the word. It might have been scribbled, but it has to be the most beautiful writing she has ever see

[IXORA'S ROOM]Ixora checked herself in the mirror, pressing her lips together to blend her lip gloss. She smiled, feeling satisfied with her dress. She wore a red gown that stopped right below her knees. It hugged her body seamlessly, highlighting all her curves. Her smooth skin glowed on the off-shoulder gown.Her long, straight legs stood out on the heels she wore—not too high, but perfect enough to add to her height. Her red purse, which was adorned with stones, glittered brightly. Her hair fell freely on her waist. She looked extraordinarily beautiful.She checked the time and saw it was thirty minutes past six. She texted Nelly before leaving the house.She had told Blake she'd come on her own despite his persistence in coming to pick her up. He later gave in after so much persuasion from her.****[ELITE RESTURANT]It wasn't the biggest restaurant in New York, but the quietest. It was located near an island that was surrounded by water. Yellow, green, red, and so many lights w

[DREXTON'S HOUSE]Dark room, heat oozing from the flame filling the room. A flame, the very same flame he had vowed not to let quench. Same one that had been burning for ten years.Drexton stood near the burning flame, his eyes fixed on the burning flame. The fire illuminated in his emotionless eyes. He was fueling the fire, and as he added more fuel, the fire burned.As he stared at the fire, his mind revolved around Ixora. Each piece of fuel poured into the fire was a gentle reminder of Blake's face at the restaurant and at Ixora's house.Did Blake think he had forgotten the punch? He does not forget things, and punching Blake back was something he'd never do. He felt satisfied seeing Blake running around for her, and the tears—a part he wouldn't miss. He had watched everything, including the lies Ixora told.He let the fuel gallon slip into the fire. He picked up Ixora's picture and raised it above the fire.Her bratty attitude reeling back into his mind. "Pervert. Man whore. Obs

Drexton's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, the leather groaning beneath his grip. His eyes were focused on the road, and his jaw was clenched tightly. He glanced at his phone to see that Ixora hadn't answered her calls, which meant she was still at the mall. Ixora was okay when he last saw her. Nothing should happen to her. She has no right to burn nor to die. She should burn at his hands. Only he has that right.His eyes darkened as he stepped on the brakes, reaching the 100-speed limit. The car drove at full speed, smashing into the billboard. To avoid accidents, other cars crashed into walls and stores. The road soon became filled with chaos. Wind and smoke slapped his face.Drexton's eyes stayed focused on the road, hardening his muscles on the wheels.Each thought about the fire spreading fast, and Ixora getting trapped in that mall, made his feet harder on the brakes. If the limits could go farther than 100, they would have.Soon, Drexton began hearing the police

[JOANNA'S HOUSE]Joanna opened the door and was shocked to see Ixora at the front door. "Xora, you're here," she said, unbelievably."Can I come in?""Do you even have to ask?" She shifted from the door, letting her in.She closed the door."You should sit. I'd go get you something to eat," Joanna said, and wanted to leave when Ixora stopped her."No," Ixora smiled. "You don't have to worry. I'm fine." Joanna sat down. "I saw the news. Hope you aren't hurt?"Ixora shook her head."Were you out of the mall before the fire started, or..." Joanna trailed.Ixora nodded, confirming Joanna's suspicion. "And he's the reason why I'm here.""What happened?" Joanna asked."I don't just understand him. If he hates me, why does he keep on saving me? You know he was badly injured, and he got the injury while trying to save me," she exhaled softly.If confusion were a person, then that would have been her. The harder she tries to understand him, the more confused she gets, and she feels her brain