Semua Bab The Bride He Bought : Bab 11 - Bab 14

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 I don’t get out of the car. The engine's been killed for two minutes now, but I remain seated, with arms crossed and eyes forward. My fingers drum against my forearm, it's an idle beat, an attempt to contain the irritation swelling inside me. I can wait her out. Let her think I’m not home. Let her get tired of standing there like a stray cat in front of the gate. Maybe she’d wander off into the night, back to whatever hell she clawed herself out of this time. But that would be weakness. Hiding is for cowards. And I’m not a coward. Still, I wonder, bitterly, who the hell let her in? I'd given my security team, strict instructions not to ever let Nichole in after the last incident. But obviously, my order was ignored. Why in the world I'm I surrounded my incompetent people? Someone's getting fired tonight The last time we spoke face to face, she had screamed at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying so much. She'd clawed at me, her voice echoing

“You’re Dante Moretti’s girlfriend.” The other woman, who called the attention of the one who just spoke, brightens at the words of her colleague. "Yeah! it's her. You're his new girl." She states,her eyes shining with surprise. Shit! They've probably seen the kiss. I start shaking my head, laughing awkwardly “No, I’m not,” I say, "You're probably mistaking me for someone else." I explain. I can pass for someone else, the pictures where unclear after all. The woman behind the counter, probably in her late twenties, raises an eyebrow and smirks as she taps away at her phone. She slides it across the counter to me like it's a card. “Sure you’re not?” She flips the phone around and swipes to a new set of photos. “Here you are, just yesterday, at that restaurant with him. And this one… looks pretty cozy.” I skeptically pull her phone closer. Yesterday? what yesterday? I know the one with the kiss is on the net, but what is she talking about? I look down and my heart just s