All Chapters of In My Godfather’s Bed : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Tabitha: My pillow was soaked from all the crying. I was exhausted, and every part of me hurt. I lay there motionless and miserable. I tried to remember the conversation, but I could only recall fragments of it, a few words and statements. I was trying not to overthink things, but everything that Enzo had said felt like blame. It felt like he was blaming me for trusting people, blaming me for people coming into my life. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask for media publicity; I didn’t ask to be all over the internet with a video of me moaning in Enzo's arms; I didn't ask to be approached by my dad's friend. I didn’t ask to relive all the experiences of my parents' death; I didn't ask to be caught in the middle of everything, and I certainly didn’t ask to be lied to. I didn’t care what he said, what excuse he gave; he lied to me, he hid things from me, he allowed me to go days wondering what he was doing and blaming myself for everything. Actually, I wa

Tabitha:I took a deep breath. There was no going back now. I was here, and I had to say everything I needed to get it off my chest once and for all. “Enzo, I am sorry for everything.” I was taking everything in me not to cry. “I was wrong, and I should have trusted that you weren’t seeing anyone. You… You…” I took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were threatening to choke me. “You have been so wonderful to me, and it wasn’t of me to accuse you like that. It also wasn't fair of me to ignore the warnings and advice you gave me. It was stupid, and you were right. I could have gotten seriously hurt. I’m… sorry.”A tear slipped down my face, and I wiped it away with the back of my sleeve. The silence hung in the air. I wanted to walk away, to head back to my room and stay alone, but I was glued to the chair. My body was stuck in this stiff upright position, and with Enzo’s gaze so heavy on my shoulders, I could barely move. My mind was circling through every thought. I couldn’

Enzo: The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear. “You heard me, Miss Bolden. I have your nephew, Andrew Bolden. We want $10 million before we release him. You have a week before we kill him. In three days, we will give comprehensive information on how the money will be given to us. Better get your wallet ready; I know that this is nothing for a woman of your calibre. And don’t you even think of calling the police.” She opened her mouth to say something, and the line went dead. The room was quieter than it had been before. She stared at the blank screen, her eyes searching, her red lips trembling. Tabitha had tears streaming down her face, with her hand shaking over her m

Tabitha:I stepped back, eyes wide, jaws slack. I couldn't believe that Enzo had just said that. Was he even thinking? What was he doing? “Enzo…” My voice was weak, hoarse. “This is serious. This is really serious. We should do something, call the police, get someone involved. We can’t sit back and do nothing.”He stood up and walked towards me. He tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.“Yes, we can, Tabitha,” he sighed. “This is for Natasha to handle. I know that you want to help, but we need to be careful. If we call the police, they might hurt Andrew. I don’t know what Natasha has in mind, but let her handle it the way she sees fit.”“She won’t handle it!” I screamed, stepping back, still in disbelief that he just said that, that he was on Natasha’s side. “You know that she wants the company. That this could be a ploy for her to get rid of Andrew and take over. I can’t believe that you would be quiet about this…”“I’m not being quiet about this,” he said, grabbing my hand, hold

Enzo:“It’s fine, Enzo. I think she will be an amusing guest to have around. Besides, what is the worst that she could do? I’m way older than her and I know that she isn’t above a good spanking, don’t you think?”“Natasha, stop this. This isn’t the time…”“I didn’t say anything,” she giggled, “but now I know a little more about your relationship with her. I guess she won’t mind a spanking. “Natasha…”“I’ll host her well, Enzo. Don’t worry. It’s cute that she cares about her friend. It might seem that you have a little competition for her care and attention. If anything strange goes on, I’ll be sure to let you know. Bye.”The line went dead, and I dropped my phone on the table a little too hard. I dragged my hands over my face again and groaned into my palm. Why was Tabitha like this? Getting involved in things that she shouldn’t, not listening to me, just thinking that she could do what she wants and fuck the consequences until later. If she kept doing this, then…“Urghhh! What is th