Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Pedro Hernandez“We can handle it.” I try to sound welcoming, but my tone betrays my nervousness.Adrielle stands in the hallway, her arms crossed and a worried expression on her face. Her eyes don't stay fixed, just darting back and forth as her thoughts seem to scream through her mind. I feel like I should welcome her like I used to, because that's what she needs, but I constantly remind myself that nothing is the same. My fingers are still trembling, and I try to hide it from her, so much so that she doesn't seem to notice. My chest still tightens, and I have trouble breathing.“This is different, Pedro.” Her voice resonates with fear, almost weak, and it sends an unpleasant shiver through me. “Did you realize she projected her fear onto you? Abby is afraid of a figure who appears in her dreams, and she looks just like you. How is that possible? These nightmares have been happening for months, and you met last week.” Her pained green eyes focus on me.I shrug, also without any answ

Pedro HernandezThe valet takes my car as soon as I get out. I make my way to the reception desk, where I see two dark-haired women with bright smiles. I barely have time to step into the lobby before I'm attacked by a wave of journalists. Their microphones are pointed in my face, and I can't process their questions.“Mr. Hernandez, we're sorry for the loss of your father and want to know how you're coping? We know Max was an imposing and confident man, always ensuring the well-being of his family. How are you dealing with this loss?” a curly-haired woman asks, as if Max truly matters. “With your return, what are your plans to balance grief with the responsibility of taking over the company? We learned that you inherited a large part of the company and that you'll be the new CEO.”Your questions make me uncomfortable. When did journalists start to have this much information? In fact, I think it took a while for them to ask me this. The will reading was last week, and none of them had

Pedro Hernandez I hear the door close and make my way to my desk, where Victor is now sitting back in his chair. His eyes scan me curiously. “I heard you were caught off guard by a barrage of journalists downstairs.” he says, his tone stifling a laugh as I remove my blazer and prop it on the chair before sitting down. I narrow my eyes as I lean back and watch him. If I remember correctly, Victor owns a media company, just like my father. “Please tell me they're not your journalists.” I beg, ready to break his face if he says he sent them to make my life miserable. Victor denies it, but keeps a smile on his face, like someone who enjoys this chaos. “They're from a rival company.” he replies, his expression more serious now. “Lilian Wood will be a pain in the ass for you. She's annoying, but she's great at what she does. Lilian works for Spencer, remember him?” Victor tilts his head slightly to the right, as if the name were familiar to both of us. I shake my head. Nothing comes

Adrielle Hale “I don't want to talk right now.” he growls, before setting his shoes down beside the bed and standing up. “Leo, just let me explain this.” I ask, trying to ensure the atmosphere between us doesn't become too tense to breathe. “I already told you I don't want you near him. And you still insist on going to see him.” His tone seems hurt, but there's also anger. Leo raises his arm and points his index finger at my face. “Elle, can't you see he's causing problems? How did Pedro make you so blind? He's back to destroy our family!” Leonard's screams must echo through the house, muffled by the closed door. His footsteps are firm and heavy, heading toward me. I take steps back, but Leo is already standing in front of me, his presence firm and imposing. My back hits the bedroom door, and I have no way out of his way. I'm trapped between him and the door. His strong hand comes up to my neck, warm and clammy, and seems about to suffocate me, but there's something in his eyes th

Adrielle Hale "Sofia told me that Pedro harbors an unparalleled anger toward Max for the things he did, but she believes it's because of everything he prevented Pedro from living. You and I both know very well that his plans involved marrying you." Lyla says, her expression more serious this time. I nod, agreeing. Pedro used to tell me his plans for our future, and they involved us both being married, with children, and a house overlooking the ocean. I've never forgotten that. "I don't like that Pedro continues to harbor this anger toward Max. I'm afraid it will consume him at some point." I reply, in a sincere tone. "He's just upset that he's not having the life he planned, that Max interfered," Lyla says, in a calmer tone. "Maybe he needs a psychologist too. Speaking of which, how did things go with Abby today?" The focus of our conversation seems to turn to my daughter, and the atmosphere is lighter now. I take a deep breath and wipe my face. I know it must still be red from c