All Chapters of In My Godfather’s Bed : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tabitha:“... Shut up! Bitch!... I… hate… YOU!”My body was stiff. The pain… I could still feel it. And then… it felt like I had stopped breathing. I tried to inhale, but my lungs closed up. The darkness was surrounding me again, like it was snuffing the life out of me. I was… I was going to do…“NO!”I sat up, and heads spun around to look at me. My whole body was on fire; the room was hot and crowded. Figures in white rushed towards me, their lips moving, but I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying. “Tabitha! Move!”Someone pushed through the crowd and knelt by my side, taking my hands in trembling. “E-Enzo?”I had to blink a couple of times before I could see his face clearly. He looked dishevelled: His hair was a mess, his tie was crooked, and his jacket was gone. “Tabitha? Can you hear me? How do you feel? Are you okay?”I wanted to say something, but my words were cut off by a splitting headache. I fell back down on the bed and groaned in pain. “Tabitha!”Enzo leaned closer

Tabitha:I couldn’t sleep. How could I? My body ached all over, and Enzo was keeping me up, pacing all night. I doubt he had gotten a wink of sleep. He had lain down a few times, but I saw the way he turned and twisted; his breathing was uneasy, and he pulled away whenever I reached for him. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not. I had managed to check the time on my phone. It was 3:00 a.m. Enzo was standing at the window, staring at probably nothing. I mean, in the last hour, he had asked me if I wanted anything and when I said no, he went and got me a drink or a light snack. I didn’t complain. I just took it and ate silently while I watched him. I didn’t know what to say to him to make everything better. I had been angry that he agreed to the NDA in the first place, but the anger had long since disappeared. Mr. Hunchley, as chubby and jovial as he looked, was terrifying. the way he stared at Enzo like he was beneath him, the way he threatened him. And the glint in hi

Enzo:“...Why are you telling me all this?... Alright. We can meet up today and talk about it. I won’t be at work… Yes. This evening sounds good. Thank you so much for your help. Goodbye.”I dragged my hands lazily down my face and sighed. The justice system could never be relied on. It wasn't news: evidence being withheld or destroyed to protect certain people in power. I hated it all so much. It had been weeks since Ryan died, and yet, it was just now that a breakthrough was being made as to the cause of his death. It still made no sense how he tied into any of this. What part of the bigger picture wasn’t I seeing?Without another thought, I took out my phone and went through the pictures of the NDA that I had signed back at the hotel. I was able to confirm that everyone at the party that day signed one exactly like mine. It just didn’t seem to make any sense. So many things weren’t adding up. “I guess I’ll find out this evening,” I murmured to myself, putting my phone face down o

Tabitha:My body was feeling a lot better. The aches in my joints were gone. Thanks to the meds.My movements around the kitchen were a bit clumsy. It had been a while since I cooked. Because Eduardo had always been handling everything, I never needed to check the pantry for tomatoes or even pasta.As I found my way around the kitchen, I could hear Enzo and Richard talking quietly from the living room. A few times, I would hear my name, and I would stop mid-cut of an onion or of stirring something on the fire to listen.I had never thought that I was going to be cooking for Enzo and one of the biggest CEOs in the country.The garlic and tomato paste sizzled in the saucepan, and the onions let out a sweet caramelized aroma that filled the entire kitchen and made my mouth water all over again."I really hope they love this," I muttered under my breath as I slowly added the al dente pasta, slightly more than enough for three servings.The sizzling grew louder, and I couldn't help but smi

Tabitha:“So are you going to tell me about her, or are we just going to pretend that Mr. Patterson didn’t just mention it during dinner?”I could feel the air crackling between us. How could I not be mad? Since the time that Mr. Patterson mentioned it during dinner, my mind has been going haywire. Was that why Enoz had me get back to bed? Is that why he got me that melatonin? I mean, I heard him mention meeting someone, but I didn’t think that the person was going to come to our home. “Tabitha.” He took a step towards me. He looked tired, forlorn, but there was no way I was buying it. “It was a misunderstanding. There is nothing to worry…”“So what you are trying to say is that no one came to this house,” I cut him off, my voice rising slightly. “Someone did come,” he said, exhaling, “but not for the reason that you think or what Richard made it out to be.”“Okay. Then why did the person come?”Enzo’s mouth opened, but he closed it without saying anything. My heart dropped into th