MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Slowly I turned again, he stood with Richard, his lips wide enough, Richard pulled Victoria, soon she was shaking hands with Alex. The same Alex whose seed was growing in me. The same one I didn’t want his eyes settling on me. Somehow, I prayed that whatever they talked about wouldn't be business-related, because that would warrant me being close to him when I didn’t want him setting his eyes on me.I spun my head front again, I needed to be out of here. The staircase stood to my left, that was the only way out, even though I hadn’t seen any of the other guests moving in that direction. I moved, slowly, face to the floor, scared that he might see me, or someone might stop me from climbing the stairs, but no one did.The hallways stretched, the floors shone in my eyes, the marble well-polished. I could see my reflection just by glancing at it. It felt quiet up here, the music faded up here, only a little noise drifted from the party downstairs.I moved, doors stood on each side, shimm

I had stood by the window for too long, fingers clenched around the edge of the heavy curtain as if it would tear it down. My brows furrowed, each vein thumping hard under my skin as I stood there, watching as the black SUV rolled down the driveway, headlights sweeping across the tall building before disappearing out the gates. My pulse hammered in my ears, loud, fast, like someone knocking on the inside of my skull.I let the curtain fall back into place. The room dimmed again, only one out of the light bulbs was on, throwing a weak yellow circle across the floor, brightening the room enough.Samantha was changing. Growing wings. She used to listen, really listen. When I spoke, her eyes softened, her shoulders relaxed, her lips parted like every word I said was something precious. My words were sacred. Now? She looked at me like she was measuring the distance to the door when words still clung to my mouth. I turned. Walked to the bed. Dropped onto the edge. One foot flat on the

Then she turned at once, facing me. I stood now, knees wobbling, fingers twitching against the paper in my hand.“Which Marcus? What project is fake?” Her eyes narrowed at me, twitching at the corners. This was getting harder than I thought. It was too much for her to take in.She stood by her desk, one hand on her desk, the other on her waist, feet crossed. I searched for the document used in initializing the project. My hands shook vigorously.“Answer me now, Samantha!” She yelled, veins visible around her neck, “You are testing my patience,” a manicured finger pointing at me, teeth kissing.I knew I had to come out with the truth. I had to start from somewhere, and for everything to make sense, I had to tell it all. “Marcus, is behind the R.kline project, ma’am.” This was no time to address her by her first name, everything suddenly felt too awkward. “And it's a fake project… That's why he's asking for up to… up to seventy or eighty percent commission before embarking on it.” I b

Thick blood glared at me on the floor. A feeling nudged up my throat, like my intestines would pop out as I drew closer. I cupped a hand hastily over my mouth. My skin had turned white. Hands stretched, grabbing the knife that lay in the pool, the knife Marcus had used to stab her. I picked it up, hands shaking, a loud cry tore out of my throat, yet I prayed, eyes shut tightly. I prayed that this should be a bad dream. I prayed that I would wake up right now and see Victoria sitting by my bedside, or handing me a file to work on. But when my eyes parted, I saw the same faces again. Maria by the wall, Marcus still pacing the room in slowed moves.Marcus’s face twitched, full brows furrowed. His eyes darting at Maria, then he caught mine for a second, a low ugly grunt left his throat. He dashed into the bathroom, the door closed with a thud.I stared at the metal in my hand. I imagined how she must have felt when this sharp object pierced through her. dropped the knife back. Then I r

Nothing ever got me ready for the way my stomach rumbled. Every eye in the room was peeling on my skin.The ground could just open up wide and swallow me raw as I watched Mr. Richard scoff, his eyes ran over me, sizing me from my head to my toes as I lay sprawled on the floor. Then he turned back to the detective.“Detective Thorne, I guess you met her at my party,” he said, finger pointing at me, like I was some used rag. “Just take her for questioning… Lena, or Samantha, or whatever. She, and her boyfriend will answer what happened to my daughter.” Alex nodded once. I could tell he was confused by the way his eyebrows puckered. He had chosen not to explain how and where he met, that was good. If he had spilled, it would have tainted the already stained image even further. Hand cuffs jingle in his hands, as he took some steps closer to me. Mr. Richard turned to face me, bloodshot eyes locked on my forehead. Then he moved, paused for a while in the doorway, finger ticking vigorousl