All Chapters of I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO! : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

WREN’S POINT OF VIEW.I couldn’t help but feel a weird throbbing in my heart as Antov grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Sienna. As we walked out, I felt Sienna’s burning not glare on my back, but frankly, it didn’t concern me. It wasn’t her pair of eyes I was concerned about….it was the very one I knew was watching in this very moment.Sienna was as insignificant as a fly to me; I knew exactly how to handle her. Andrew, on the other hand, has been a complete pain in the ass. These past couple of months, I have suffered incessant text messages from him, calls, and his trying to gain my attention.Oftentimes, I would wake up to see a ridiculous amount of flowers scattered all around my porch. It was either that or the feeling of being followed and watched, which never left me. Everywhere I turned, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, as well as the churning of my stomach, but I didn’t let anyone know.I was tired of changing numbers, blocking, and reporting multiple numb

WREN’S POINT OF VIEW. I watched with eyes the size of saucers as Antov carelessly tugged at his tie, barely sparing Andrew a glance as he laughed still. He hadn’t stopped talking either, calling me different names while probably thinking Antov agreed with him. For some reason, I could tell this was about to go very awry. A part of me wanted to tell Antov to forget about it, to let us just head anywhere other than this darn school and leave Andrew to his bitching, but another part of me remembered how I felt when he had cornered me in the bathroom last week. And all of a sudden, I was filled with nothing short of blinding rage and resentment. I wanted my ex-boyfriend to pay, not just for how he treated me last week, but for cheating on me like a fucking dog. Antov walked calmly towards Andrew, not even appearing to be fazed. But I could see the look on his face, as opposed to the tightening of his back muscles. He was livid. “You know,” Antov walked over to the large trees and pi

ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.Andrew swayed on his feet, clearly in pain from my beating, but the fucker seemed to be doing well from how hard he glared at me. “I said, fight me,” I repeated, dropping my stick because I didn’t need a weapon to fuck him up. Besides that, I wanted to feel the crack of his bones every time I break them, and I want to feel him sobbing by the time I'm done with him.“You’re dead, Volkov! Fucking dead!” he yelled, running on blind, unrestrained rage to charge towards me. He squared his fists to punch me, but before the idiot could land a punch, I picked him up and punched him in the face, satisfied at the sound of the crunch as my foot connected with his jaw. He fell on his knees with a groan of pain before falling even further, face-first onto the floor. “Apologize to her,” I commanded, picking him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him over to the car where Wren sat safely. Her eyes were wide with terror. I wanted to break his neck for causing it as she st

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.I don’t think it’s normal to feel like this, but I blame it on pregnancy brain. I woke up this morning with one desire; spend money without inhibitions. So I did the only thing I could while my husband was out for work. I took his card, dressed in a pretty mint green sundress, and headed to the huge mall recently opened in town. “Hello, how may we help you, ma’am?” An attendant stepped up to me the moment I walked into the Chanel store. “I would like to buy a couple of things, please,” I said politely, letting her lead me away to where the bags were. I barely glanced at things twice; I simply picked whatever I wanted as long as my heart settled on it. “I’ll take this one.” I pointed to the huge pink vanity dresser with a gasp. The attendant whose name tag read Caroline stared at me with wide eyes.“Ma’am…are you sure about this? That dresser costs about two hundred thousand dollars.” She appeared worried, but I didn’t feel offended for some reason. I hadn't r

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.I couldn’t believe my ears. It felt like I was in a room made of glass, screaming for someone to help, but no one could hear me, so my voice came out like a void. How did I go from VIP client to petty thief? I wiped my tears again, barely able to control their onslaught. Thiago had disappeared into thin air, making me ask myself if I’d ever seen him in the first place. But I did hug him…right? He was here.“Please, you have to believe me.” I managed to speak through my sobs, my throat aching from how hard I cried. “My husband is Kirill Volkov; if you just let me call or text him.”“Kirill Volkov.” Caroline laughed with a scoff. “If you’re married to Kirill Volkov, I am the queen of England. Do you really think a man like that would let his wife wander into a mall looking like that without a security detail? You’re pathetic." I should have brought my bodyguards…Maybe I would have used their phones instead.She reached out, her fingers catching the delicate strap