Todos os capítulos de Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

“Anders, you need to calm down.” Nikas urges as he can no longer ignore Anders' restless jerking and shifting in the truck.Anders glances his way. Astonishment adorns his face. He can't believe Nikas is telling him to calm down at a time like this. Nikas has first hand experience with Hector, and Anders expects him to know better.But Nikas doesn't seem to.“It may not be as bad as you're thinking.”Anders scoffs. “Are you listening to yourself? Don't you know Hector? Or have you forgotten everything just because you are roaming around freely?”“Hey!” Nikas’ irritation is potent in the single word. He bites down on his molars to suppress his anger. “Don't assume I'm not worried about my sister because I'm not showing my angst. I'm only trying to be optimistic. I don't want to think of Electra in the way I've seen Hector handle women. Trust me, you don't either.” Nikas clenches his jaw as he finishes. His palms hold the steering wheel tightly, causing the veins on his arms to pop.

Anders freezes. He exchanges looks with Nikas.His head spins. The words of the officer paralyses him. His mouth dries. Body.The word repeats in his mind like a mantra. Again, the image of Electra's being unconscious materials in his mind. Instant fear fills him, causing the hairs on his skin to rise.Like Anders, Nikas can't process anything. A body? Where? Whose?Not Electra. He prays. Not his sister. The wait is killing him. He licks his lips, trying to find the right words.“Officer.” Nikas calls.The officer holds a finger silencing Nikas. “Step outside. All of you.”His colleague, the younger stern man appears from behind, his hand is converted in white gloves.“I've requested back up. We'll take them in for questioning.” Officer Silas tells his colleague who passes them a suspicious look.The extra team of police officers arrive. Before minutes, the auto-shop is flooding with men in uniforms. Anders, Nikas, Melaina and Irene are huddled in a corner, observing the whole ep

Irene nestles on the black velvet armchair in her living room. Her legs are tucked underneath her, her hands hug her knees close to her chest, her chin rests on top of her knees and her eyes are distant, staring straight at nothing in the space in front of her. A rattle echoes far away. It seems to grow closer. It takes Irene a while to realize that the noise is coming from her door. Someone is frantically knocking outside her door. She jumps down from the chair and stares at the door like it's the only thing saving her from doom. Fear crawls on her skin like fingers. Her breath hitches and her mouth goes dry. Are they coming for her? She has tried to stay away. Hidden herself from all of it, but no matter how far she runs, she can't run away from her family. Her brother and what he is. The knock intensifies. It seems like the person outside is running away like her. Slowly and reluctantly, She goes to open the door knowing there's no escaping. Even if she refuses to get the doo

“Electra! Can you help me get the door?” Irene yells from the kitchen.It's been two days since Electra has been staying with Irene. The auto-shop where Electra used to live is barricaded with police caution tapes; now a crime scene and inhabitable.Irene generously offered Electra shelter. Electra didn't have a choice. She needs somewhere to stay.“I'm in the bathroom.” Electra yells back.Irene huffs out a breath as the doorbell won't stop ringing. She rinses the lather off her hands, wiping them dry on the surface of the apron she's wearing, she walks towards the door.Irene pulls the door open, having no specific expectations as to who may have come. It must be the mailman or some delivery. Can't be anything serious.But as the door opens wide to reveal the guest, she freezes, her heart pounding hard in her chest. A chill invades all her nerves.She locks eyes with the man standing in front of her.Hector.She swallows, darting her eyes inside the house, towards the short hallway

Orion puffs air from his mouth as he collapses onto the double-seater sofa in his living room. He exhales, long and heavy, his exhaustion apparent. He has just returned from a week training trip in Ohio. He's exhausted and grateful to be back in the familiar comfort of his house. Sitting or rather half lying on the sofa, he tugs the tie around his neck loose. His eyes are shut as he prepares to cat nap on the sofa. Having already tossed his suit jacket on the other end of the chair, he remains clad in the white, sleeve shirt. He loosens the belt around his waist, freeing himself of the restraint as he lets himself doze off. He has barely fallen asleep when a movement resonates through the space of the room causing him to jerk awake. Orion’s scared big eyes scan the room. “Who's there!” He tries to sound scary, forcing his voice, but the tremor underneath his tone betrays him. “Don’t play hero now, you could have been long dead if I was here for that.” Orion's searchin