Falling For My Billionaire Dad's Rival's Son.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

AuroraWhat did she mean by the woman took everything from her?Who was she, and why did she have such an effect on my mum?.....My recollection of the rest of the drive was limited.We arrived at the spot, and she was still shaken. I thought of what she meant several times.Oddly enough, the woman's face looked familiar.We did have ice-cream, mum had fruit sorbet and I had mint chocolate chip. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.I wish I could've told her what was on my mind. I bet she already knew.When I got home exhausted, I sat on my bed in the room bouncing slightly.A thought flashed in my head. A memory.I paused. I could visualize it accurately.I was 18.I walked over to the master bedroom. It was locked but I knew where to find the key. I found it in the vase near the door. I unlocked it quietly, careful not to attract undue attention. My eyes roved around the room. I didn't know exactly what I was searching for but I knew when I found it, it would have some answe

CelesteShe searched my face, watching every move I made. She avoided my gaze. Her hand still rested on mine only that she wasn't holding on like before.Her lips parted but they closed as soon as they opened.Her lips twitched, the same way they did when she got in trouble all those years ago.I dropped the spoon. It clattered. It didn't break like my heart did.The remaining ice cream melted, it looked like it had been that way for a while. I didn't notice.I held my breath, trying not to break the already fragile moment.I stole a glance at her hand, how could I not have seen the ring before? The buzz of Mildred’s Cookie Palace faded into a dull echo. Laughter from a nearby booth sounded distant, as though I were underwater. I focused on breathing. In. Out. Slowly. The way my therapist had taught me after the separation. After the court hearings. After the nights I woke gasping for air, convinced Rowland was standing over me again.I knew I needed to say something—anything; but

DamonI sat on the recliner in the office of my second penthouse.No one knew about this place. Not even her.I wasn't actually on a business trip; I just told her I was. I needed some time away to collect my thoughts.There was a camera in our room. I placed it there months ago to watch her.She sat on the bed.The clip of her adjusting her hair brought back memories I tried to suppress.I froze, as if the air itself had tightened around me. Something about that movement… it wasn’t just memory...I'd seen her when she grabbed the frame in the room.I paused the clip at the moment her hand trembled on it. The way her fingers shook… it burned into my mind.I chuckled softly. She was transparent, too easy to read.I'd also seen when she had a breakdown. It made my heart ache. I hated that. I watched every move she made.It wasn't control, it was suspicion.I didn't marry her out of love, I married her to get back at her father.Obviously, she was everything I wanted but could I really

DamonAfter the private investigator left, I added more pieces to my puzzle.My vision board was filled with new photographs.The board steadied me. Chaos made sense when pinned down.No one was escaping. Not my enemies. Not hers...The woman I’d rushed to the hospital turned out to be her stalker—the one behind the letter written in Morse code. She was the woman who had been watching Aurora all along.She came to my office after her discharge, the business card I’d left clutched in her hand.The P.I. and I were still investigating who she was working for.I got information about her when I was discussing about the date with Aurora. I had been told that she and her baby were safe and that if she hadn't arrived on time, she would've lost her pregnancy.She admitted she’d been sent to spy on us. To stalk Aurora.There were inconsistencies in her statements. I decided to play it cool. She'd trap herself soon enough. I just liked to watch the plan unfold.She didn’t say who sent her.

AuroraLast night, I checked my phone and noticed some unfamiliar messages from Brian.I'd scrolled through the texts and seen some messages we'd exchanged.Only that I hadn't replied to any of the messages myself.Had I deleted the messages in my sleep?Could Damon have access to my phone?I was terrified. Why did Brian’s name make my hands shake?I read the messages over and over, hastily at first, then forced myself to take a deep breath. I wondered why Brian didn’t question my tone.Dad called me a few moments ago; he'd been furious. He informed me that Brian was attacked and that the attacker came from me.I was confused. How could I have sent an assailant when I hadn't even communicated with him?Dad said Brian thinks Damon did it. He'd raised his voice at me. He'd said some awfully offensive things. He even accused me of marrying a murderer.I argued.Damon would never do such a thing. I paused.Suddenly, fragments of my conversations with him popped into my head. Something he