Lahat ng Kabanata ng I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Veronica's pOV. “Is this your house?” Four turned on the staircase, his hands filled with my bags, his expression stern with an arched brow.“Not fancy enough for you?”I realised just how annoying my voice must have seemed and apologised immediately.A few hours ago, leaving the house felt like trying to sneak out of a battlefield. Four walked ahead of me with my bag slung over one shoulder like it weighed nothing, while I waddled behind him, clutching my coats and praying I didn’t throw up again. Pregnancy was no joke—especially when your whole life was falling apart.The stairwell smelled like old paint and someone’s leftover takeout. My heart hammered the entire descent, but Four moved like he owned the whole building, head high, shoulders squared, the type of man people cleared a path for.“Stay close,” he muttered without turning.“Trust me,” I whispered back, “I’m not wandering off anywhere.”He reached the lobby first. The moment he pushed through the glass doors, a gust o

Veronica's POV. The very next day, I awoke to the sound of clanking pots downstairs coming from the kitchen.I flinched hard in my sleep, jumping from the bed like it was a fire attack.“Wh—what the shit!?” I winced loudly, holding onto what was left of my forehead now.Pain shot there, the sudden sound forced me out of bed and into the wall I didn't notice when I stood up.New environment, new habits and positions to relearn. After the pain soothed, I rushed through the hallway into the room with the pots banging. “Hey!” Four cleared his throat, spices and vapour rose from the pot in front of him.“Are you.. are you cooking?” His outline was a beautiful silhouette, his abs were parted in six, his biceps the size of my head and goodness, boy oh boy! Those veins sure did twitch when he held the handle that tightly.“Yes.”I swallowed hard, “Isn't it like 5 am in the morning?”Four arched his eyebrow. “Is there a time when your tummy opens, because mine doesn't?”I scoffed, pain rin

Veronica's POV.I didn't even hear myself screaming.One moment I was staring at a strange man and then the next thing, it ripped out of me a little too fast.It was raw, instinctive and even tore my throat. One second the world was dim and slow, the next moment, everything snapped into a horrible focus.The man's band tightened around the gun. Other people turned towards us—But before he could raise the weapon fully, a shadow moved.No– not a shadow. It was Four. He came out of nowhere as he appeared from thin air. His hand clamped my shoulder as he yanked me from the side with a force that stole my breath.“Down.” He barked. “Get down!”All I felt was pressure and heat and the floor slamming against my hip.“What's happening?!” A gunshot cracked through the bar, loud and violent. Everyone scrambled for safety, they were as terrified as I was.Glass shattered. People screamed louder.Four was already on his feet when I turned to him, I blinked because I didn't process how he got u

Veronica’s POV. The word seduce lingered in my head long after it formed, heavy and sharp like a blade. I didn't yet know how to wield. It didn't feel right.Not because I didn't want him— I did, painfully so— but because seduction implied strategy.Calculation.A game of advantage and upper hand.And nothing about what existed between Four and me felt like a game.I lay curled on the couch, the blanket still draped around my shoulders, staring at a point on the ceiling I couldn’t truly see. The apartment hummed with quiet life—the distant sound of traffic outside, the soft tick of the wall clock, the almost imperceptible shift of air whenever Four moved.He was by the window again.Of course he was.Four didn’t idle. He didn’t linger without purpose. Even standing still, he radiated readiness, like a coiled wire waiting for tension to snap. The city lights spilt faintly across his face, catching sharp edges of bone and shadow, and I wondered—not for the first time—how someone coul

Veronica's POV.My father, Mr Mark was not one to be played with.Especially when it came to things of this nature.Marriage.Commitment, childbirth and the like.Father hated a broken home even more than he hated the devil and I couldn't blame him. Who would blame a man who had been in love with his wife for so long?I sighed deeply while I thought about it. Dad wouldn't understand… I thought, not all of us are lucky to be together forever with the first people we are in love with.“Sometimes parents can say horrible things to us but that shouldn't weigh you down. You'll be fine.” Four’s words penetrated deep into my skull.I nodded casually, not paying much attention to him.It wasn't the new words I was worried about.If at all, my father would say anything mean…No, it wasn't that. It was the look on his face when he was back home, in the quiet silence of his study, away from my mother and every other noise.It was the way I knew he would lower his head, the way his breath would g