All Chapters of My Husband Made Me A Criminal : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Spencer's POV"Bullshit," My voice came out rougher than I intended. Heat crawled up my neck as my shoulders tightened. "Derrick is a lot of things but he's too much of a coward to kill someone himself." "Do you think I would lie against my son?" "You've done worse. As long as you consider them unuseful, they can even be killed." I replied, "Don't forget you tried to kill me five years ago." I watched as his hands clenched by his side, and his jaw twitched at the remainder of his failure . His eyes met mine in a glare and my lips curled up. "He was drunk," Anthony's voice rasped, "You know how he gets when he drinks. He doesn't think straight when he drinks." "You don't know Derrick like I do, father," I hissed. "He's too much of a daddy's boy to even think of killing you. He'd rather run away from home than to show deviance against you." I watched as my father's lips pressed together. He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable before he finally spoke. "Lik

Natasha's POV "Natasha Morris?" I heard someone call as I stepped into the restaurant. The voice was smooth and confident with a hint of playfulness that instantly drew my attention. I turned and found him standing a few steps away, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his tailored cream coloured trousers, the other holding his phone. "Richard Hales?" I called out and his lips spread out into a smile. "In the flesh." He flashed a lazy grin and winked. He was exactly as the articles described. Tall, striking in a way that would make him stand out in any room. His brown hair was slightly tousled, adding to his natural boyish charm. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person," I greeted, extending a hand. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Morris." He took my hand and smiled. "I was starting to think you would decline my invite when I didn't get a reply from you immediately." "I had to make some changes to the initial proposal and make sure it is attractive enough

Spencer's POV"Dude, where did you get this wine?" Ricky asked, lounging on my couch with the bottle in hand. "It's insane. A&G's new project?"He didn't wait for an answer before pouring himself another glass, sniffing it before taking a sip. "Is it on sale? I might grab a few when I leave."I shot him a look from behind my desk. "Does it taste like water to you?"He blinked, confused, glancing from me to the glass in his hand with a furrowed brow. "No. It's fruity, crisp—really good. Why?""Because you're drinking it like you just crossed a desert," I said flatly, my finger tapping the desk. "Can you blame me? This stuff is addictive." Ricky chuckled, swirling the wine.I shook my head, fighting a smirk as I returned to reading the document in front of me. "That's Winter. Limited edition. Don't finish the bottle." The words on the page blurred as my mind drifted to a certain auburn haired lady. I could picture her bright smile, the way her eyes would light up when she talked abou

Natasha's POVI folded my arms, eyes narrowing on Spencer as we stood in the lobby waiting for the valet to bring the car around. "Why didn't you sign the document yourself?" "What?" His brows lifted lightly, lips twitching at the corner of his mouth like he hadn't heard the question or he was pretending not to hear. "You heard me," I breathed out. "You could have signed the documents. There was never anything about me handling foreign clients." He shoved his hands in his pockets, pretending to study the tiled floor as he avoided meeting my eyes. "I didn't like the way she was dismissive toward you." I let out a quiet scoff, eyes staying glued to him. "So you thought handing me the contract would fix that?" "It wasn't about fixing it," His words came out breathless, as his eyes finally met mine. "It was about showing her you are important to me and that you cannot be dismissed like that." For a moment I forgot how to breathe. His voice has that low and raw hint it always carried

Spencer's POV"What the fuck is trending on the internet?" My voice thundered down the hallway as I stormed into the PR department. The room froze as every head turned towards me. One of the PR heads stood up, voice trembling. "S...Sir—""Don't 'sir' me," I snapped, slamming my phone on the table so hard the screen lit up again, flashing the headline.{Is Natasha Morris meeting with her old flings just months after her divorce from his brother?}The image below the god forsaken headline was of Natasha walking into the hotel with me and Ricky.Seeing the image once again set my blood ablaze as I glared at the whole useless PR team."And who was assigned Natasha's case?" I hissed, eyes darting across the room. A young man with rimmed glasses stood up, his limbs trembling as he stepped out. "I... I'm in charge of Miss Morris' team sir," his voice sounded as if he was on the verge of collapse but I didn't care as I moved closer to him."Why is that headline trending?" I demanded, my vo