Our Unfinished Lovestory のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

His secretary gulped almost so loudly. His eyes still lingering on his boss from the rearview mirror."Sir... We can't afford to cancel with Mr. Malud last minute...."Ethan's glare had him turning them wheels immediately. Ethan shut his eye. This was the only right thing to do. Facing it head-on...Is he crazy for calling "this" the "right thing to do" with a "married" woman?Completely!His mind mocked and plagued him throughout the entire journey to the airport.What does he expect from her??What foolish closure was he chasing after?So what if she answered his questions... It'll only triple his pain and deepen the wound.If her answer... Just if her answer connoted wanting him back, would he fight Julian? Would he take her back? Would his family listen to this bull fairytale? For a second, he snapped his eyes open and stared at the road ahead, almost reordering his secretary to turn around and head back to the meeting, but this thought disappeared as quickly as it came.He made

The iron bars that trapped her inside screeched as they unlocked. The keys jiggling noisily as the cop threw them back into his pocket. "You can leave." His voice dry and tired. Talia lifted her head. Pale. Starved. Dizzy even. She managed to drag herself up, her body shaking with every step. Right at the entrance, Julian stood totally engrossed in his phone. She halted to watch him. Hatred burned through the pits of her hungry stomach. If she could pass a bullet through his skull right now, she would — right in between his eyes, making sure his last view would be her victory smirk. She walked past him without a word. He didn't call or run after her. She didn't care either. She just kept walking. No destination in mind till the car honked beside her, causing her to flinch. Julian's car parked right behind her. The engines humming healthily. She spared only three seconds to stare at the black big engined box. He didn't wind down, no words, no sounds, no apology. She resu

Talia grey was wearing a new smile now.Julian drove out the Reeds villa and headed home, stealing glances at the woman who glowed beside him in the passengers seat.He bit his lips.Right now, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She radiated a different kind of beauty. Something he hadn't seen before. The Reed family promised to get the contract ready to be signed together on the contract signing event by weekend.There was alot to plan.Julian drove into the garage. He turned to her but Talia was already alighting.He alighted as well and trailed behind her bumping into Aria who was just leaving, they met at the door."Was wondering if you guys would ever return?" she scoffed and threw her car key at Talia, "Quick, I have to pick up something at the department store, and then meet up with a friend," she clicked her tongue and began walking out but Talia didn't move an inch.She just stared down at the key in her hand. A smirk tugging at her lips.If being disgusted at self was a thi

The decorated hall shimmered under soft white lights, the flashes from the cameras stealing all the attention and illuminating the place even more. A low hum filled the room—voices blending, journalists whispering into recorders, shoes shifting on the marble floor.It wasn’t a large crowd; definitely not a meeting meant for the masses anyway. Today was smaller—carefully filtered. A handful of reporters. A few prestigious gallery owners. A few board members. The men of the Reed family and the Sandersons, both seated at different corners like royalties present for an inauguration. Julian wore his tux with pride. He sat beside his father who looked equally intimidating, well, not to compare with the Reed's patriarch. Grandpa Reed walked in and sat with grace, his first son—Ethan's father and Ethan himself, sat beside him. The rest of the family took the places with the audience. In the midst of them all, Talia shone brightest. She didn't sit with her supposed family. She didn't even c

As heavy as her tongue had become, she greeted. "Good evening mom."The mom was actually the hardest part, yet natasha smiled at her foster daughter. A familiar scent struck her nostrils causing Talia to turn, and there he was. A little wrinkles on his face, few grey hairs that blended well with the dark ones, a little older not bent, but Talia was transported to her little self.He was the one man that pampered her like an egg. Her father.But as he stepped into the dining area, he didn't even chance her a glance. Not even a welcome nod or anything to acknowledge her presence. He simply sat in with his phone in hand."Dad.... Talia's here," black-haired Maria chirped, even though Talia wondered if she was that invisible that someone needed to announce her presence. "Good evening dad." Talia locked her gaze on him as she greeted.It wasnt more than a second.His gaze only rested on her for a second before reverting again to his phone, "hmmm. You're here."His cold reply nearly had he