Semua Bab The Betrayed Heiress: Chasing Her Back: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Fatima and Lisa rushes in, their faces flushed like they've been running. A nurse hurried after them, a disapproving expression on her face.“Fatima! Lisa!” I smiled in relief but the nurse stepped forward and shook her head."Ma'am, you need to rest.” She spoke directly to me. “You just had visitors and-""I'm fine," I said quickly, relief flooding through me at seeing them. "Really. They can stay."The nurse looked uncertain but nodded. "Fifteen minutes. Then you need to rest."As soon as she was gone, Fatima was at my bedside, her hands fluttering over me like a worried bird. "Oh my God, look at you. You look terrible. What happened? The nurses said you were attacked?""Just a petty thief.” I said with a shrug. "This is awful." Lisa stood at the foot of my bed, her usually composed face drawn with concern. "We came as soon as we heard. Mr. King has made sure the media doesn’t catch wind of this so you’re safe here.”"Thank you." I tried to sit up more, wincing as my head throbs. "

JAIME’S POV“Who the hell is helping you, Laura?” I asked, because I knew all of this information wasn’t something she would have gotten on her own.Her smirk was infuriating. "I know everything, Jaime. Just like I know that your precious Alessandra is in the hospital right now.”Something inside me snapped.My hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. Not squeezing hard, but the threat was clear. Laura's eyes went wide, but she didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked excited."If you had anything to do with what happened to her," I said through clenched teeth, "I will kill you and I will make sure no one ever finds your body.”Laura laughed even as my grip tightened slightly. "You won't do that. Not to the mother of your children.""Alessandra is the mother of my children." I squeezed a little harder, watching her face start to turn red.She laughed again, the sound coming out wheezed and strained. "How long are you going to keep believing that lie?"I was about to demand wh

I pulled into the school parking lot with Lisa beside me, both of us scanning for a good spot near the field. We managed to make a quick stop at the party supply store, and now I was armed with a large cardboard sign that read "Go, Tigers!" in bold red letters, complete with a giant thumbs-up balloon bobbing from a string tied to my wrist."There's a spot!" Lisa pointed and I quickly maneuver the car into it.We gathered our things and head toward the soccer field. The afternoon sun was bright, making me wish I'd brought sunglasses. Parents were already clustering along the sidelines, some with folding chairs, others standing with coffee cups in hand. The energy was high, this was the championship game, after all."Mommy!"I turned to see Sara running toward me, her face lit up with pure joy. She crashed into my legs, wrapping her small arms around me in a tight hug."You came! You came!" she squealed.I laughed and patted her head, feeling the weight of her excitement warm somethin

The slap echoed across the parking lot, and Jaime’s head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on his cheek.Before he could recover, I hit him again and again. My palm stung with each impact, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel even a fraction of the pain tearing through my chest."Alessa, stop-"I drew my hand back for another strike, but this time he caught my wrist. His fingers wrapped around it tight enough to bruise, and his face was blazing red.Whether it was from my slaps or from anger, I couldn’t tell."What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted.I wrenched myself free and shoved him backward. He stumbled, catching himself before he could fall.I was already bending down, grabbing my phone from where it fell on the floor. There was a single crack running across the screen now, but it was still working.My hands shook as I pulled up the video and thrusted the phone in his face."This. This is what's wrong with me!"Jaime's face went white. His mouth opened and close

I was sitting in my father's study, surrounded by the familiar scent of old leather and expensive cigars. The walls are lined with books and the mahogany desk between us feels like a chasm.The door opened and my mother slipped inside, closing it softly behind her."Jason's gone," she said quietly, her eyes flicking between my father and me. "I told him Alessandra was sleeping and couldn't be disturbed."I didn’t respond or look at her. I just kept staring at the pattern in the Persian rug beneath my feet.My father nodded once. "Good. You can go."My mother hesitated at the door, looking at me with something that might be sympathy or maybe it was pity. I couldn’t tell anymore, and I was too tired to care. She left, the door clicking shut behind her. "He still cares about you, you know," my father said, pouring amber liquid from a crystal decanter into two glasses. "Jason. He always did.""What's your condition?" I asked flatly, cutting through whatever sentiment he was building t