Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Legacy : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Anabella Pov.I really could not wait. Every single second felt like it was taking forever as I was driving to the prison. The roads were a blur as I was driving. My heart was beating too fast threatening to explode in my chest because I was feeling hopeful and anxious and I just could not believe what was happening. The sun was getting higher in the sky. It was shining really brightly all over the city but I did not even notice it. The only thing that mattered to me was John still being stuck in prison for a crime, he didn't commit. I really needed to figure out a way to make things right, for John.Mia rode beside me she was silent. The way Mia was sitting there was really serious like Mia was thinking about something. I could tell Mia was thinking about every thing that could happen every single possibility. I did not trust Mia completely not yet.. Tonight Mia was on my side and that was enough, for me.The prison gates were right, in front of me they were gray. They looked really

John Pov.The morning was really nice. Peter was running all around the house like a happy boy. I laughed a little. Got a bit annoyed, at the same time as he pulled on my sleeve. "Daddy, Daddy can I have pancakes?". He would not stop asking for pancakes. "Peter " Annabella yelled from the kitchen "you need to eat breakfast before you start making a mess. Breakfast is what comes first, not all the chaos you are creating.He did not pay any attention to her and came at me with his arms wide open. I picked him up easily. Turned him around in a circle. "Okay, okay, down little man " I told him and putting him down gently in the chair by the table.Annabella poured him some juice and her eyes never left him.. I saw the little smile she was trying to hide. She seemed happy when he was around. She was the one who made me feel safe too. Seeing Annabella like that being a mother, a woman who could love someone much and at the same time want to hurt the man who hurt us made me trust Annabella

John's POV I was holding a meeting with the procurement crew when Sarah banged on the door of the conference room looking very apologetic. She understood that I dislike being interrupted during strategy meetings, but she also understood that I had asked her to call me immediately in case something urgent appeared concerning Vincent or Daniel. Oh, sorry, Mr. Mcqueen, I have a call with the FBI, Agent Morris, said, and I am holding up my desk phone. 'He says it's urgent.'"I requested to be excused out of the meeting, took the phone out of Sarah. This is John Mcqueen, I said to myself as I was walking along the corridor to my office.This is Agent Morris, Mr. Mcque, said he. I just happened to tell you personally we have Vincent Cole. This morning he was caught at a motel just outside Reno, Nevada.I had a sudden rush of relief--had to lean against a wall. It was four months since the warehouse incident with Daniel that Vincent had been on the run. The FBI had been following him eve

Annabella's POVIt was three months after the death of Daniel and I was sitting in a busy courtroom and waiting to see the trial of Vincent Cole start. John sat next me on the hard wooden bench with a hand on my knee making silent contact in his silent support and reporters lined the rows behind us ready to write it all down in their notebooks and recording machines.Vincent was accused of kidnapping, attempted murder, various counts of damage of property due to the numerous bombings among other felonies that might cost him decades of imprisonment in case he was found guilty in all charges. The case which the prosecution had thought was airtight had been presented but Vincent defense attorney was countering that he was acting with a desire to bring out the crimes of Daniel and as such that his actions should be treated differently to the normal actions of a criminal.I had spent last week preparing my testimony with the prosecutor and the prosecutor was a woman by the name Sarah Chen

Anabella Pov.The world didn’t end the night Peter was shot.In fact the works moved on like nothing had happened.But my world stopped the moment the bullet flew through and into his body.A part of me died that minute.I believed there was no coming back from that kind of sound, the sharp shock of a gun, the way my child’s body fell to the ground, the scream that tore out of me before I even understood what I was seeing. I thought that was the moment life would stop making sense forever.But the world kept turning.I felt every pain and aging I had gone through three years ago, the day I pushed him out of me.Cruelly. Quietly.All by myself.I remember the weight of Peter in my arms, how his small body felt too light and too heavy at the same time. I remember blood on my hands, warm and slick, and the way my heart lite in excitement, my ribs painful like I had just undergone a surgery and barely escaped.I remember John’s voice somewhere behind me, shouting my name, shouting for h