Semua Bab The Billionaires Game : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dwayne’s POV Few Hours Later: I glanced at my reflection, holding a mirror, barely able to recognize myself. “It's a nose reconstruction surgery not a full face surgery. Why am I bundled up?” I asked. “Your face is going to be swollen for a time and you'll need some painkillers that you mustn't take everyday,” he lectured. I could do nothing but watch him balance and somehow that made me want to slap him. “And how did you even get a broken nose? You pissed your brother off didn't you?” He asked. “Since you already know, why are you asking?!” I retorted. He smiled, nodding softly. “I still find it odd that you two are enemies.”“Just because I told you about my past doesn't mean you know everything,” I lashed out softly. The pain from my nose wasn't letting me talk more. He sighed and still kept talking. “Both of you are just suffering like this. And shouldn't he be the one getting pissed off instead of you?” He asked. I gave him the side eyes, wanting him to stop talking. But

Dwayne’s POV “No,” his words cane fast and didn't leave a spot to refuse. “Not even if…” I bargained. “Not in the slightest bit, Dwayne. Never. You can get subconsciously get some habits but getting an allergy doesn't quite ring the bell,” he lectured. “Yeah, it's not like I would have a bit of Lebanese blood in me,” I said even when I knew it was unnecessary. “Not quite,” he answered and we locked eyes. For the next days that passed, I watched everything in the house from my iPad. Shane kept coming late and Xandra was of hrr best behaviour. Cody relayed the information every now and then. He became mom's personal driver and bodyguard when she went to the hospital. She didn't act and kissed Dad’s forehead making me wonder if she really was going to kill him. Cody also has someone watch over him at the hospital. But then the camera would glitch sometimes and then the images would continue from where they stopped. I had a bad feeling about it, but since no one ad found out abo

Dwayne's POVI sat on the bed when my phone vibrated beside me. I picked it up to check the contents of the message.It was a message from Cody. Every detail I wanted was intact, Lucas’s address, the club he’s always at, his gang, and the new woman he’s after.Then I texted Cody back and told him we’d be leaving for Texas together. I sent him the location of where to meet me. I checked the information he sent again before taking my car key from the table, along with some necessary items I knew I’d need before leaving the room. I quickly got into my car, because according to the information I had, I knew Lucas wasn’t someone who stayed in one place. So I had to move fast if I wanted to get him.I got to the hotel address I sent to Cody, where he came to meet me. We headed straight to the address mentioned in the information. But upon getting there, we were told he wasn’t around, he doesn’t come home during the day, except some night, and whenever he comes home he is always drunk. At th

Meredith’s pov: They say you’d know it’s going to be a good day when you have a good sleep the night before. I guess that was true, because I hadn’t slept this well in a long time and today was the day.All my patience and pretence was going to finally pay off today.I walked slowly to the balcony, my hands trailing over the stair railings as I walked. A tall crystal flute balanced delicately between my fingers, I had grabbed it earlier from my secret stash. It was a Gordon ferrel 1922 champagne.The champagne inside shimmered like liquid gold, a poor imitation of the real thing that adorned my wrists and throat. I took a slow sip, letting my tongue swirl around the drink as I glanced out at the street. Below, the city moved in its usual hum of traffic and meaningless life. I watched it like a goddess gazing down on her creation. None of them knew what today meant. But I did. Today, I will finally be free.“Anita!” I called, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I didn

Meredith's POV “Shit shit shit shit shit!” I muttered under my breath as I glanced at him. I definitely hadn’t planned for this to happen. This was supposed to be a smooth job. Just inject him and leave!I thought about the feast waiting for me back home. I mentally groaned. Dwayne didn’t have to see this! I had planned to reach out to him after it was done and inform him about the funeral arrangements."Dwayne," I forced a smile. "Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" He wasn’t even listening to me, he was looking at the syringe that the stupid doctor was still holding. He stood frozen like an idiot. "You were about to kill him. You were about to kill my father,” he yelled.Stupid boy! Does he want the entire hospital to hear?"Shut up!" I hissed and rushed to shut the door. “What are you saying?""You were just about to kill him," he said and I rolled my eyes. Here we go!"Please, baby, just...just listen,” I tried. If I could reason with him, perhaps, he’d understand. "Liste