Semua Bab DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Darla's POVHe slipped one hand into his pocket, tilting his head down at me with a half-smile.“You could’ve just asked for a proper hug instead of crashing into me like that.”I rolled my eyes, retreating. "Don't flatter yourself. That was an accident.""Sure it was," he teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But for the record, I don't mind being bumped into by you.""Ugh," I muttered under my breath, trying to sidestep him.But Xavier was quicker than I was. He stepped in my way, his action fluid and infuriating."I've been looking for you," he said to me, his gaze more alert, more intense now."Actually?" I raised my eyebrow, feigning not to notice. "You didn't really appear to be the fellow who was even remotely interested if I was at the party. In fact, you were perfectly happy without me to begin with."His mouth curled into a bad smile, one that was making my stomach twist around itself without my permission. "Don't be so certain. I always miss you when you're not near, Dar

Melanie's POVI leaned back against the seat, my lips together tightly. "Good. Thank you for letting me know. You'll get your pay by morning.""Yes, ma'am."I put down the phone and sat quietly for a minute, phone in my lap. So, Richard had been correct. Jace was not to be trusted. He was not just collateral, he was turning into a liability.The other door opened and pulled me out of my daydreaming. Richard slid into the seat beside me, tugging at his tie once more as if he hadn't already done so twice upstairs.His expression was serene, but I knew him all too well. He had this look in his eyes, the one that signaled he was contemplating everything without saying a word."What did you do?" he inquired in a level tone but with that unuttered command for honesty.I did not wait. "I just got a call. From one of my girls. She said she saw Darla with Jace. Getting into a car in the back of the building."Richard nodded his head vaguely in my direction, but did not speak right away. His s

Darla's POVThe moment Xavier stepped off the stage, the MC moved into the center of the stage with a huge grin plastered on his face. I could tell he was raring to go and make some energy within the room."Alright, guys," he proclaimed, his voice booming off the speakers. "We've had an awesome night thus far, but let's have a game, guys? I'd like to see who your favorite is out of our amazing cast. And the gift, whoever gets the most votes wins an entirely paid holiday vacation to any country of their choice for seven whole days!"The crowd erupted, clapping and cheering as if hearing the most charged news of the night. I sat back in my chair, half-grinning, half-fretful.The MC continued, "But the rules are as follows: no cast member can vote, and neither can the crew members working on the Sinclair project. This is for our fans only. All you have to do is just put down the name of your favorite on the sheets of paper handed to you. Our waiters will collect them as soon as you're do

Darla's POVI let out a loud groan, pure anger and helplessness all wrapped up into one noise. Two tyres, on purpose. I lightly kicked the car on the side, fists clenched."Seriously? Melanie, this is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath.I jammed my hand into my pocket and thought I would take an Uber, but frustration prevented me from doing this. I was not going to be late or have some kind of other problem this evening.I did not call as there was a car stopped in front of me. The engine shut down and the door opened. Xavier got out, his casual stance evident."Got a problem?" he said, coming up to me.I motioned to the tyres, my anger seething. "Someone's deflated my tyres. Both of them. I don't know who, but I have a pretty good idea," I growled, my voice stiff with rage.He stared at the tyres for a moment, his forehead furrowing in a slight frown, but he didn't go to touch them. "Hmm," he said, and turned to face me. "Get in. I'll take you. We'll deal with it later."I hesit

Melanie's POVI allowed myself to sink into the leather seat of the car and look out the window. Nothing that we do works. Whatever I do, Darla just keeps climbing over us, always beating us. She's as though she is unstoppable.Richard, who sat beside me, didn't appear shocked at my fury. "Melanie," he explained gently, "you've always gotten things your way. First Jace, then this PM conspiracy in the media.""You'd know by now that Darla is a crowd favorite. Yesterday's dinner hour put the cap on it. The people will turn a blind ear to anything negative said about her unless there's irrefutable proof."I gave a snappy breath. "So what's my best bet, Richard? Get me on how to bring her down this time. I cannot continue going after her and losing.".He leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "The best time to attack is when she doesn't know it's coming. When she lets her guard down. That does require patience, though."I paced away from him, agitated. "Patience is something I do