Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Husband Made Me A Criminal : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Oliver's POV "Continue to monitor the progress of the online trend, make sure no one is trying to bury those headlines," I instructed into the phone, balancing several bags of take out boxes containing porridge while holding my phone to my ears with my shoulder."And send me the reports containing the investigation on Morris' plane crash from ten years ago." I continued, shuffling from one foot to the other while waiting for the elevator. I heard clicking noises from the other end of the phone as Shannon's finger danced over the keyboard. "Boss," she breathed out, her tone sounded hesitant, cautious even as she paused her movement over the keyboard. "Do you really believe someone tampered with the plane that killed your parents?""I believe my parents weren't the target and the recent actions against Natasha have made my suspicions a little stronger and that's why I can't leave anything to chance." I replied, as the elevator opened and several doctors dressed in white walked out of

Natasha's POV"You really don't know where Spencer is?" I asked, sinking back into my chair. My shoulders ached from the endless presentations, the negotiations, the pressure of numbers and deadlines. But even then none of that weighed as heavily as the question I'd just dropped on the table."He's been gone for two weeks, Richard. Two. And the last thing I heard before the call cut was gunshots." I squeezed my pen until my knuckles whitened. "Are you really telling me you don't know where he is or what he's gotten himself involved in?" Richard leaned back, mirroring me perfectly, one brow raised like he'd been waiting for this moment. "Are you worried about him?""Can I not be worried?" I shot back almost too quickly, making his lip curl into a smirk."Why?" His fingers tapped the pen against the table. "You rejected him… and now you're worried?""It's an entirely different topic." I exhaled, easing out the tension gathering around my forehead with my fingers. "Is it?" he asked, h

Spencer's POV."I'm surprised to see you here, brother," Derrick said, his lips curled up into a smirk, as he relaxed into the chair, while his cuffed hands fell onto his lap. "You called me here," my tone sounded flat and uninterested. And really, I was uninterested in whatever he called me to do. But I knew my brother well enough to know he wouldn't just call me to meet just to see my face. "I'm a busy man, get straight to the point." I added, maintaining my posture as he let out a scoff. "Of course." He mocked, a chuckle escaping his lips as I adjusted my jacket before sitting across from him. He eyes stayed glued to me, with a small smile playing at his lips. "You know... It's quite funny sitting here with you like this. I don't remember when last both of us sat down like this." "Remember when we were younger?" He continued, "You always had it easy. You walked away when things get too difficult while I worked my ass off." I let out a small breath and crossed my leg over the

Natasha's POV "You good?" Jasmine asked as I stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee machine. "Yeah, better than yesterday." I smiled, placing my bag on the counter as I poured myself a steaming cup of coffee. I took a sip, loving how it burned my tongue. "When is the Runway show scheduled for?" I asked as she passed me a plate of egg sandwiches. "We are still deliberating," Jasmine shrugged. "All the dresses are already available and we've picked the theme. If we are going by my plan, we'll have it at the end of the month." "And you are not going by your plan?" "Yes," She said, and the tips of her ears turned pink as she hid behind her coffee cup. "Richard wants to invite some people. And given the standard he's bringing, we'll also have to raise ours." I leaned back, letting my grin grow slowly, spreading into a knowing smile. "Oh really." "It's not like that," she smiled, setting her cup down as she let out a sigh. "What is it like then?" I asked,

My eyes stayed glued to the building across the street. 'Morris Winery' written in bold fonts staring back at me. Morris Winery had always felt imposing but right now, it felt suffocating. The building, just like its current owner, has stood the test of time and human challenges. I couldn't take my eyes off the building as several memories danced through my mind. Memories of me looking up to the young Natasha who after losing her parents had to fight amongst corporate wolves just to hold on to what belonged to her. Memories of me wishing I were her when it was rumored she was engaged to the city's most wanted playboy. I remembered how I had both been jealous and happy that Spencer was settling for her. And then came the memory of me gloating at her misfortune when it was announced that their wedding was cancelled.Then the news about her marriage to Derrick that has taken the city by surprise. I remembered saying something about how her life looked like a written script and she w