Todos los capítulos de Hidden Vengeance : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

AlexaBut then the door burst open right before my eyes. The police men that rushed in to grab Johan blurred. What caught my whole attention, causing me to freeze, was him…Ethan. The minute I got myself back, I began searching for myself. Where could he have placed it? Did he really bug me? He has no reason to do that. Or could it be he’s scared of what I discover? “Are you okay?” I yank his hand off me immediately, as he held my hand. “Let him go,” I quickly walk past him to the police men. I need to get an explanation; no one badges in without explaining the reason why someone is being forcefully arrested. Also, a part of me knew this was one of Ethan's pulling strings. They did halt, but he was still cuffed. “Can you at least explain what's happening?” “I did nothing,” Johan tried to defend. I pitied him a little, although he was about to do something against my will. But he never did, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that what happened was just years' worth of rele

Alexa I regret not apologizing to my mother. I do regret walking out on her like that. I still do feel betrayed. I went on for years thinking I accomplished everything all by myself. The scholarships, my side jobs, they were all interfered with by an external influence, and she knew about it. It feels like she thinks I just hate the Bouchards for no reason. Yes, Ethan might be an exception; it doesn’t change the fact that we can barely trust anyone. It is how it’s so easy for her to face the son of the parents who ruined her husband's life. She literally accepted him with open arms, acting like he was a long-gone family member that just returned. My mother has been kind. Both of my parents had their weaknesses that I don’t want to inherit. My chest tightened as I watched the city fall behind while Ethan drove us back. Mother hesitated when she tried hugging me; she eventually didn’t, and I didn’t try to do anything either. It felt like a line had been drawn between my mother and me,

AlexaThe camera lights flashed like lightning. At that moment, I could have celebrated lightning striking down on me. I would join my father faster, ask why he chose to leave us earlier, and ask why these people hate him so much. I knew my father like the back of my hand. He was a good man. Never holding grudges. You slap him, and he would turn his other cheek for you to repeat your violence. He was soft-hearted. But the Bouchards…why…why did they do this to him? Accusing my father of trying to rape the first lady, my father could barely hurt a fly. I didn't believe them. I could never believe anyone in that house, not even Ethan, not when it comes to my family. And then bringing reporters, because I am certain they had the power to hold them away if they truly wanted to do just paying respect to my late father but no, they brought those reporters along to do what? Embarrass us more? What did we ever do to them, other than serve them? “Mrs. Côté, are you aware that your husband trie

Alexa I had downed the glass of champagne in one go, ignoring the bitter sensation that hit my throat immediately. I had other questions, like what does he mean, what are we doing next? Won’t his father discover his betrayal soon? But instead, I stood to my feet, set to leave as soon as I could, but his cold hands gripped my hand. “From now on, we need to trust each other, Alexa; it’s us now. Just us.” He was up to his feet, towering over me. “Tomorrow, we are going to send your mum out of the country, to somewhere she can lie low, until the heat falls.” No. I shook my head, finally pulling my hand away from his hold. My mother is my only family standing. I can’t have her stay far away. What if something bad happens? No, I want to be there for her, always. “We can have her lie low here.” In fact, we have been lying low. But Ethan didn’t agree as he shook his head. “I will have my men look after her and send us reports of her well-being every night, but her staying back here is d

Ethan If anyone had told eighteen-year-old me that I would be devouring Alexa, I would have fucking punched the person in the guts, because I never thought I would see her as a woman. I genuinely believed I would continue to see her as a sister. But since she returned, I realized so many feelings erupted because of her. And right now in the room filled with our kissing sounds and heavy breath, and me sucking on her perfect soft lips, goodness, I can’t get enough. I slid my tongue in to feel her more, to suck and take in each and every one of her. She moaned the minute I went in, and it did something to my dick. Her fingers grabbed a fist of my loose, round neck shirt; not sure if that was a sign to give her a break, I mean I could barely reason while sucking the taste of my champagne from her, ravaging on her plump lips. I was keeping myself from biting into them. I wondered if she would like, I certainly will. I bet kissing Alexa was about to be my new addiction. An intimate act I