Semua Bab ESCAPING THE BILLIONAIRE TO MARRY HIM: Bab 61 - Bab 70

CHAPTER 61ROB’S POVIt took shots after shots to try to erase it all. But I guess it hurt far too deep for a few glasses to just wipe them clean from my memory. Jenna’s victory. The way she looked at me right after, it was like she got saved from a monster. After I left the courtroom, I felt something leave me. I didn’t care anymore. There was no point anymore. I tried to make things right and nothing turned out how I wanted it. And Isabelle? Maybe it was time I did what I should have done long ago. I could only think of how much I wronged her and I wanted to make things better so bad. I’d already forgotten about the relationship I’d been building with her and now I was back. Like a weak man that needed to rebuild himself and his ego. Back to starting where I’d left off. Maybe this was the universe’s way of making me realize my mistakes andI was willing to accept it. I tipped off the bartender and drove home. The ride felt like a blur and I just remembered opening the door and

CHAPTER 63JENNA’S POVAdrian lifted me up again, this time we were headed towards the room. With one hand, he flung the door open, dropping me carefully on the soft airy mattress. The room smelled of lavender and something about that smell just seemed to set the mood right. Adrian was on me now, working magic with his hands. “Gawd…please.” I cried out. His fingers played with my nipples that were now poking out through my dress. Pinching, touching and squeezing them, further making my body pulsate with pleasure. “Come now, darling. Open up for me.”Submissively, I spread my legs open. The burning pressure engulfed me like a coat. I could feel my wetness all the way down my thighs. “Whatever happens, don’t scream.” He warned in a firm sexy voice that made me cream instantly before stripping away my underwear. I guess nature opens up a different part of us whenever it comes to this. His head dropped between my thighs, gradually planting soft kisses as he trailed down to my clits.

CHAPTER 65ISABELLE’S POV I hadn’t slept properly since I got back from Elena’s house. My eyeballs shone in weary, refusing to shut closed. The sound of the kettle smashing against her head still rang in my ears. And it continued to replay in my head like a damn loop.There was no peace even in her death. Why wouldn’t she just leave me alone. I stood up and walked to the bathroom, the feel of cold water hit my face in one splash and then two. Hopefully the cold would snap me back to my senses. When I lifted my head from the sink to wipe my face, I was met with a reflection of Elena behind me, still in the same nightwear she was on earlier. Fucking hell. “Ahhhhhhh.”“Are you okay?” Rob came running, as his eyes scanned for danger. Oh no, I wasn’t okay. The woman I recently just killed appeared behind me and was standing at the particular spot you were at right now. I felt a sudden urge to run into his arms and release this heavy burden of guilt that was making me go super insan

CHAPTER 67NARRATOR POVThe lab reports came in quicker than expected. Fluorescent bulb’s shone brightly, overheading the center of the investigation room. Detective Morgan leaned back into his chair, his hands settled on his temples. “What have you got?” He asked, flipping through the sheets with a furrowed brow, while alternating glances at the lab technician that stood in front of him. “We’ve confirmed fragments of ceramic embedded in the back of the victim's skull. There was no clear wound suggesting the impact was a close one.”“So you’re telling me the victim was hit with something like a vase or bottle?” Detective Morgan pushed with his arms crossed. “I can't say chief. But from what we found in the results, it was more of a blunt force trauma, enough to knock out a person not kill.”“Which leads us to how our victim died.” The lead medical examiner, Dr Fallon added, as she walked into the room with another set of files in hand. “What killed our victim was suffocation. Manu

CHAPTER 69 ISABELLE’S POV I still remembered the safe house in Mexico like it was etched into my brain. Concrete walls, thousands of servers scattered around the place like a grave yard. Monitors arranged serially against the huge screen that hung at the center of the room. That was our safe space. Uriel and I were always there, working. And we felt invincible from the outside world. Uriel was a born genius. He had the brain of a robot…quick thinking and always had the solution to a problem. And me? I was the voice. Persuasive and charming. When the money came in, I raised the signal and Uriel well…he did what he knew best. We were the perfect team. Or maybe that was what I thought. *************** April, 2015, Mexico City. Excitement roared through us like a plague. We had a job, except this wasn’t the regular job. We were supposed to transfer money from one of the biggest arms dealers to our client. Erase the trail and leave no prints. The pay was outrageou