Todos los capítulos de Nanny Bil-aries: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I can’t let Lily live this easily when I find out what she has been doing. She has planned all this with a motive to frame me with Zarla, just so she can fool Varisa. Lily has always turned out to be a person like that, using other people’s weaknesses in a fight. I also know that I need to have a press conference in order to set straight all of the wrong information that has been circulating from Lily and her crew. Although I don’t like it, I’m a public personality, which means that there are a lot of people in this world that are interested in my life.Whatever Lily has invested in circulating those images of me with Varisa, I can double it, triple it if I needed to. But I think that won’t be necessary. I know that I have the law on my side, but Lily is about to find out what it means to cross a rich, well-connected, very angry lawyer.The conference room is filled with members of the media, a sense of anticipation heavy in the air. I present myself boldly behind a podium, a glint of

He nods, still frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”“And also, you see, because of something that just came up in my past, I have to take care of that. But I would like to take care of it on my own, please. This is a situation that you can’t help me with. Bringing resources to bear on a problem like this won’t solve it. I have to solve it myself.Alistair’s eyes widened, and he pulls me in. “Are you sure that I couldn’t help you? There are a lot of things in life that can be eased with a bit of money, even if it won’t solve it.”“No, I have to do this on my own.” I shake my head.“And you won’t even tell me what it is?” he asks.“If it was something serious, you know you would be the first person to know,” I reply to satisfy him.I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed to tell him that my abusive ex has been contacting me, threatening my father in order to persuade me to meet with him. Although a part of me has a peculiar fear of being different from him, I’m sure that wit

“Now, will you ever keep something important from me ever again?” he asks her.“I will tell you exactly what is happening and how it’s happening with all the details, no matter how random they are,” Varisa assures him. “Even if it’s about an ex-boyfriend I wasn’t even sure if you wanted to hear about.”His face twists in rage. “I couldn’t believe that awful man let you into his hands before mine. I want to kill him.”“But he didn’t,” Varisa gently reminds him. “You were the first person to ever make love to me. He didn’t understand that. You did.”His anger subsides a little, and he pulls her close for a kiss. “I know. I just—I’m still angry that he hurt you.”Varisa kisses him on the cheek and replies, “Shhh. He thinks he owns the world. Help me show him which world he owns. The gutter.”“I’m going to burn away every memory of him.” His anger has been brewing, and his hands move to her hips.Varisa’s stomach drops, and she bites her lower lip. “Please,” she whispers.And then Alistai

"It seems as though I am always running out of words when it matters most, but what I want you to remember, Elora, is that I chose you." His words ring out in this refined setting, echoing in my soul. I feel my heart overflowing with a host of feelings: love, appreciation, fear. Also, I find a deep, tangible sense of potential. I search for my questions in Alistair's eyes, but all I find is a deep pool of honesty and gentleness.In that instant, I realize that life has a way of throwing us opportunities that are unplanned, but can, in turn, influence our own destiny. These opportunities test the limit of what we are able to accomplish. I look down at the marquise diamond ring, and in those seconds, I know that my reply must be yes.A smile lights up Alistair’s face, and his eyes sparkle with an unseen joy. And in that moment, our world merged, our lives woven together in a tapestry of love, of trust, of shared dreams.I feel the diamond pressing into my palm as I take a leap of faith.

Alistair Whitlock“Are you insinuating that I let a competitor undermine me with a cheap publicity gimmick?” Alistair’s voice sliced through the corporate conference room in the Whitlock Technologies Tower.“Just nervous, sir. Nothing else.” Areon Fraser fidgeted in his seat, his eyes fixed on the massive, dark wood table in front of him. “No, of course not, sir. Although there’s been a rather damning editorial by Damian Rowe in The London Business Review. While he never puts you or Whitlock Technologies by name, he spends no small amount of ink talking about this idea of ‘Corporate Cleanup,’ tying it back to the trial of Mateo Calderón and then this contract with Interstellar Data.”Alistair leaned back, his eyes focused on the city view behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. “He’s a vulture, Areon. A scavenger feeding on a carcass which he himself was instrumental in producing. This ploy will neither deter our client nor affect the validity of our agreement.”“The pressure is working,