All Chapters of The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“How was today’s session?” Gianna asked as soon as we got to the office. We drove in the same car, but she didn't ask me that. I said nothing and just moved to my desk. I was tired and really wanted to go home, but the work keeps increasing every day, and it was really tiring. It has been three days since that day with Kade, and I haven't heard a single word from him. But why will I? I knew that was the end when he left that day, and yet I still watched his back and did nothing. “Gianna, do you think we’re friends?” I asked from nowhere. “We’re not,” she answered immediately, and I scoffed. “But I think we can be.”I raised my head and looked at her in surprise, my eyes wide. “What?”“I used to believe an employer and employee should keep their relationship within that boundary, but I was wrong. I have no friends, and neither do you, and we spend more time with each other than we do with every other person, so I tho

I shook my head, eager to know what she was about to say. It seems that after Luca died, I lost all hope in being romantic or catching the smallest clues and hints. All I knew was sex and alcohol. I was really hopeless. “Because it feels like you’ll say anything he wants to hear,” Gianna said. “It feels like you’ll say anything to make him better. It felt like you weren't ready to be honest with him. If I were in his shoes, I would be hurt beyond reason, and I would feel like you’re taking my feelings for granted. That you’re not willing to reciprocate. And when he asked if you were acting that way because you lost your husband or fuck you, why did you hesitate? Do you know what that seems like?”“I didn't know what to answer, okay?!” I shouted because her words were beginning to feel… overwhelming. “I didn't know. I’m not sure how I feel towards him. I’m not certain what this feeling in my chest is. So how do you expect me to come up with an answer righ

I froze mid-step, my heel hovering over the marble floor as her words sank in. I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin. We were just talking about him a minute ago, so what was this reaction? “You’re shaking,” Gianna noted, her tone careful. I was. I was really shaking. Why? What the fuck was happening?“You’re not ready to face him,” Gianna answered the unspoken question and my head got a little lighter. I turned to her slowly. “You think?”She nodded. “With the way he left earlier, it’s only normal that you’re feeling this way. That means you feel something towards him.”“Of course I do,” I said, my voice rising, and Gianna looked… pleased. “Good. You don't have to talk to him. In fact, I’ll advise you not to talk to him today.”I frowned. “Why?”“Who knows what might come out of your mouth? You might hurt him again.”That kinda hurts but when she puts it like that, there

It has been three weeks. Three weeks since everything went to hell, and I could barely remember how I’d made it through them. Work has swallowed me whole, meetings, reports, numbers, faces that I didn't care to remember. All of that just blurred into one huge stretch of nothingness. I hadn't thought of him much. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself. But there would be silence between tasks, those rare moments where I could take a break, and my thoughts would wander and stray. I would find myself glancing at the clock, wondering what he was doing, if he had eaten, if he was getting enough sleep, if he still hated me, if the wounds I had inflicted on him were still fresh, if he regretted showing me that look of hurt that day. And every time I thought of him, the gap in my chest would widen and I would grow more hollow. I have lost him, and I have also lost Gianna. Just when I had her as my friend, I lost her. She took what happ

I laughed so hard that my body shook, my stomach tightened, but my eyes still stung, and a huge lump formed in my throat. The smile instantly dropped from my face, and I looked back at Medea to see her jaw clenched. “Are you listening to yourself, Medea?” I asked, my voice low but hard. “Huh? Do you even know the rubbish you’re spitting? You’re doing all this because I was arrogant and rubbed it in your face? How? When you came into my life, I was mourning my mother! And I was slowly losing my father. And you say I was being arrogant?”She rose from her seat slowly, planting her hands on the desk and getting close to my face, her teeth bared. “When I came into your house, you looked at me like I was nothing! You looked down at me from your high horse like I meant nothing.”“That’s because you meant nothing!” I shouted into her face, but she didn't even flinch. “You were nothing to me because I didn't even know you. Because you came and took my m