My Husband Made Me A Criminal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Spencer's POV"Spencer," my father called out with a grin as we walked into the private room of his favourite tea house. "Father," I answered, one of my hands in my pocket and the other holding the door opening for Natasha to walk in.As she walked in, I immediately noticed the shift in my father's demeanour. He was no longer grinning, his smile had dimmed and his brows knitted together in dissatisfaction. "Why did you bring her here?" He snorted, doing nothing to hide his dissatisfaction with the woman who had once been his daughter-in-law. "I would rather not meet you again," Natasha replied and took a seat without waiting for his invite. She poured herself a cup of tea and hummed after taking a sip. Looking up, she met my father's glare with a calm and almost indifferent expression. "I'm only here because you needed our help." I did my best to hide the smile playing on my lips as I took the seat beside Natasha and opposite my father. Watching her unbothered calm, I felt that

Natasha's POV The conference room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the tense atmosphere. Two potential investors sat across the circular mahogany table, each of them with the same polite smile that didn't reach their eyes. It was a smile that screamed 'We've made our decision but we don't want to break your heart.' Still I straightened my back and pressed the remote as I began to pitch my project to them hoping it will convince them beyond our current reputation. I cleared my throat and adjusted my blazer as I stood in front of the large screen. "Morris Corporation is looking to expand into the tourism and recreation industry. And with this expansion plan, we expect approximately a forty percent increase in our annual revenue," I paused taking in their reaction to the plan."We understand that the proposal is aggressive and some might even say risky, but I assure you the result will speak for itself. And your investment will not fail." I added, making sure my desperat

Derrick's POV "Still chasing your freedom?" The word slipped out cold, quiet- more dangerous than my usual shout as Florida walked into the house after being dropped off by her assistant. Her lips parted, eyes darting between mine. "Wh... What are you talking about?""What do you think I am talking about?" I let the words roll slowly off my mouth, watching her flinch with every word. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she crossed her hands over her chest. I watched as her eyes dimmed and her shoulders tensed as she got into character.She let out a heavy sigh and then set her purse on the table before looking me in the eyes. "I am not sure what you are talking about," A dry chuckle escaped from my throat as I closed the distance between us. Her eyes twitched for a brief second as she tried to hold her ground but her fidgeting fingers gave away her nervousness. Good. I thought to myself, enjoy every moment of watching her act slip out of her control. I stopped a breath away from

Derrick's POVI slipped my phone into my pocket just as the guards came to escort me out. As I passed my father, I stopped for a brief moment, eyes locked onto him but no words came out. With a nod, I walked out of the house into the black SUV. The car rolled out the gate, tinted glass reflecting the morning sun as we headed toward the airport. The driver kept his eyes forward while the body guard beside him scrolled through his phone. I hurriedly sent the details of the car along with a live location and shut off my phone. As we neared the highway, I said quietly, "Stop by the City Mall. I need to grab some things before I leave. Or better still, drive to my estate." I added the last part as bait, knowing they would never agree to it. Giving that option makes stopping at the City Mall easier. The driver hesitated, eyes locking into mine through the rearview mirror. "Sir, we've been instructed to head straight to-" "It's a five minute stop-" I cut in, my tone firm. "You can wat

Natasha's POV "Why did you end the call like that?" Florida's voice cut through the room, sharp and trembling as I dropped the call. Her hands flew up, palms open in disbelief as she stared at me like I'd just ruined her last hope or maybe her last chance to freedom.That would best describe her predicament, honestly. I set the phone down with a soft clack against the desk. "What?" My tone came flat, clipped. "You expect me to sit there and continue to play happy family with him?" Florida's brows pulled tighter, her chest rising and falling, as she gave me a pointed glare. "We haven't gotten what we wanted!" She shot back, stepping closer. Her voice was a pitch higher than normal with an edge laced with panic. "You could have tried harder!" "Try harder?" My head snapped towards her, the corner of my mouth twitching. "For what?"Her chin lifted like she was ready for a fight, but I took a step forward first. "It's not like this has anything to do with me," I said, my voice low