Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Willow's POVThe moment the Big D and his men were out of sight, Alex slumped weakly to the floor. He was visibly shaking, still reeling from the violence. There was no telling what Big D would have done if Luigi hadn’t intervened.Alex would be short at least one finger, that much was for sure. Alex was oblivious to the fact that Luigi and I were still there, watching him break down. He gulped in some deep breaths, his shoulders heaving, his eyes down on the floor, struggling to regain his composure after the traumatic event.Luigi and I just watched in silence. Eventually, Alex caught his breath, but when he looked up and saw that Luigi and I were still in the room, he immediately straightened up. Pulling himself up to his feet, he steadied himself on the wall as he stared at us, his face regaining some of its previous arrogance.Alex was humiliated, that much was clear. He’d been emasculated by the henchmen, and then by Luigi. Even so, I still expected him to offer something in th

Willow's POV“Mr. Hernandez, we didn’t expect to see you home so soon,” Mr. Samson declared as we entered the lobby of Luigi’s house.Mr. Samson turned to me, with a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle. “Willow, my dear! I hear congratulations are in order. Allow me…”“WILLOW!” Mr. Samson was interrupted by Carl’s excited squeal as he tore through the lobby and leapt into my arms. “You did it, Willow! You won!” His excitement for me warmed my heart. When I placed him back down on the ground, he held out a picture. “I made this for you,” he said shyly.It was a drawing of a woman holding a trophy as big as her. At the top were the words: I Love You. It was the sweetest thing, a picture drawn from the heart for me. I remembered when Leo used to draw me pictures. I hung every one of them on the fridge, proudly displaying his art.It had been months since Leo had given me a smile, much less a hand-drawn picture.“Is that me?” I asked, kneeling down to face Carl. He nodded, bitin

Willow's POVLuigi and I exchanged a look. Then he set down his knife and wiped his hands with a damp towel and came towards us. He crouched down at the chair Carl was sitting on and placed his hand on his knee.“Carl?” He said in a soft voice. Carl’s eyes shifted and locked onto Luigi’s. His face was so sad as he opened his arms to his Uncle. Luigi wrapped him into a strong hug. Then Carl looked to me. Rushing over to him, I took him from Luigi. He hugged my waist with his legs as I carried him into the living room.I would have done anything to take away his pain, but I knew I couldn’t. Setting him down on the couch in the living room, I sat beside him as Luigi sat on the other side of Carl.“I want to talk to you about something,” I told Carl, holding his hand. His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked down at his lap, where he was wringing his hands. “The other day, when you accidentally called me ‘Mom’?” I started.Bringing up the incident caused Luigi to look at me, brows furrowe

Third Person POVBeatrice pushed open the front door to the house and tripped over one of Leo’s shoes.“Jesus,” she hissed as she kicked the shoe aside. She was in a terrible mood, the sting of the competition still fresh, her face terrifyingly grim.She was still at a complete loss as to how that bitch of a half-sister of hers had managed to win the competition. She was convinced that Willow had bribed the judges the same way she’d bribed the reporters, but had no way to prove it. Then those damn men from the designer had shown up and basically taken the clothes right off her back. She’d been forced to change into her gym clothes from a bag in her car and leave the competition in a walk of shame.“Logan?” she called out, noticing that the house was exceptionally quiet. She heard the sound of a TV coming from Logan’s office, so she headed that way. Passing by the kitchen, she saw Leo staring at the wide open fridge.“I’m hungry, Aunt Beatrice,” he said when he saw her.“Haven’t you ha

Logan's POVBeatrice held her hand over cheek, clearly stunned by the slap. She froze in place, her mouth agape. My cheeks flushed with alcohol and anger. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw that my eyes were bloodshot.For a brief moment, I wondered if Beatrice was right. Was I really just some drunken loser. I mean, I’d just hit a woman. That was hardly what real men did. “Logan,” she whispered, aghast. “Get a hold of yourself.”The moment of clarity washed away, and my anger re-fuelled. Who was she to tell me what to do? SHE was the reason I was in this mess in the first place. Why had I ever listened to her? My whole life was a fucking mess, and the reason was standing there, right in front of me, telling ME how to behave?Within moments, I worked myself into a whiskey-fueled frenzy now, angry and humiliated, and I was lashing out at Beatrice, unable to control the fury rising in me.“This is all your fault,” I yelled at her, pointing my finger in her face. “My com