All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

I freeze.“What?” Does that mean he didn’t like it?“Because if you wear this,” he continues, his hands slowly sliding up my sides, his fingers tracing the curve of my ribs, “I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. And I don’t think a public brawl would be a good look for us, do you?”He’s teasing me. The bastard is teasing me.I lean back against him, my head resting on his shoulder, my body melting into his.“Is that so?” I murmur, a slow, confident smile spreading across my face. “Aren’t you too confident for someone who used underhanded tactics just to make me marry you?”I hear him take a sharp breath. “You know?”“You thought I wouldn’t?” I ask, my fingers gently tracing the strong line of his jaw. “Have you ever thought that you might not be as sneaky as you think you are?”He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. “If you know this much, then you should also know why I did it.”“I do,” I say softly. “But that doesn’t make it right.”“No,” he agrees. “It doesn’t. But I’m not

[Hannah]“Are you sure about this?” I ask Mom, looking up at the most expensive property in the entire Raventon.The Starlight. The place where old money goes to die, and new money goes to show off. It’s a gaudy monstrosity of glass and steel, a monument to excess and opulence. I can’t believe the Gordons bought this whole building just for Elara.Why does she get to have all the good things? What has she done to deserve it?She is nothing. A nobody. A pathetic little tramp who got lucky. That’s it. It should be me. It should always be me on top of the world. Not her.“Don’t worry,” Mom says, paying for the cab. Once she’s done, she turns to face the building too. “I have already handled the paperwork. They wouldn’t find a thing. All you have to do is keep your head high and walk inside with the same confidence as always.”Confidence.I smile to myself, eyeing the glass entrance and then at the gold bracelet in my hand. “Don’t worry, Mom. Confidence is something I’ll never run out of.

[Hannah]“What the—” I gasp, staring at the clock and then at the dozen designer dresses waiting for me in the hall. “What’s happening?”Mom looks just as confused as I am. “I don’t know.”I rub my eyes and try to get the sleep out of my brain. Not only because it’s dead in the night, but also because the sheer luxury of it all is making me feel like I’m in a dream.My eyes hurt. My brain hurts even more.But this is not a dream. The top-branded handbags and priceless jewelry sets in front of me right now aren’t a dream either.It is all real. All mine.I speed-walk to the latest Prada bag that’s on the coffee table. But I have barely touched it when my gaze slips to the Chanel bag next to it, then to the Louis Vuitton, then to the Gucci, th

Once we reach my apartment, Amber looks horrified, looking around.“This is where you have been staying all this time?”Nicholas looks equally dissatisfied, if not less, hands on his hips. “I can’t believe Lucas even allowed you to stand here for more than a second. I must call him and ask him to give us an explanation.”My eyes widen when he starts to take out his phone. I stop him. “No. Don’t. You’re misunderstanding.”“What’s there to misunderstand?” Amber frowns, still looking around the place as if she hasn’t been to anything remotely more upsetting. And I get it. It’s not the place she hates exactly, it’s the fact that she thinks I deserve more. Better. Best.And it shouldn’t make me feel guilty for no reason, but it does.I don’t want them to think I don’t welcome the kind of life they want me to have. I don’t want them to think that their worries and concerns are being wasted on me. I don’t want them to hate me.She continues. “As your older brother, he should have done better

[Beatrice]“I’m here to see Ms. Gordon. Could you please let her know that Beatrice Blackwood is here to see her?” I ask the receptionist, and she immediately nods, typing something into her system.Clack. Clack. Clack.Then, she picks up the phone in front of her and dials four digits.“Hello, Ms. Gordon. I’m really sorry to disturb you right now, but someone named Beatrice Blackwood is here to see you. Should I send her up?”There’s a pause. A long, drawn-out pause.The receptionist listens, her expression professional.Finally, she hangs up.“Ms. Gordon is busy right now. You can either wait for her to get free, or you can come back later. The choice is yours.”But I don't move.Not an inch.Because I know she's not busy. She's just playing games. Trying to make me wait, trying to make me feel small.It's a classic power move.One I've used myself countless times.I don't want to admit it, but I'm kind of impressed. I didn't expect her to learn so quickly.Then again, she was once