Todos os capítulos de Falling For His Nemesis : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

LYNETTE'S POVI sat at my desk, staring at my laptop screen, but I wasn't seeing anything anymore. The designs had blurred together.I tapped my face lightly with my palms, trying to get my mind to focus. I didn’t get easily distracted whenever I was working, but no matter how I tried to concentrate now, my mind kept drifting to the phone call Bradford received at lunch yesterday.And I couldn't stop asking myself the same question:“Who was she?”I tilted my head to one side. ‘Was she his mother? His sister? or his…girlfriend?’I'd told myself it didn't matter, that we didn't have anything serious, so I had no right to inquire about such.But that didn't stop the questions from circling in my head, cause the way his face changed, and the way he left so abruptly made me really curious.I let out a soft sigh. Then I minimised the window I was working on, and opened a new browser window.My fingers hesitated on the keyboard. “Can't believe I'm actually doing this?”“Well, it's all I c

BRADFORDS POV The moment I opened the door, my brows pulled together in confusion when I saw that the lights were on. I froze and stopped just inside the doorway, my hand still on the door handle. I was sure I turned them off before leaving this morning. I tilted my head and mumbled quietly. “Or didn't I?” Then I heard a rustling sound followed by the soft click of a plate from the dining area. My eyes widened a little. ‘Someone's in my apartment?’ I gritted my teeth, then started to move very quietly, carefully. My fingers found the knot of my tie and pulled it loose. I slid it off slowly and held it in both of my hands, ready for whoever it was that had the guts to break into my apartment. I rounded the corner, and my hands slowly dropped when I saw my chaos of a best friend sitting at the head of my dining table with his feet up on the chair next to him, and a slice of pizza in his hand. My pizza, from my fridge of course. I raised my brows, staring at him in both s

LYNETTE'S POVI was standing by the window with my arms folded loosely across my chest, staring out at the city below.The glass was cool against my forehead yet it did nothing to calm my mind that wouldn't stop spinning since the conversation with Nicholas last night.For once in my life, I felt…stuck.Thinking about Nicholas, Bradford, the baby, and Gabrielle's words…everything was tangled together in my head, pulling me in different directions, and I wasn't sure which to go.‘Say yes to Nicholas, stay away from Bradford, focus on the perfect family you've always wanted.’But every time I thought about Bradford, my heart ached. Every time I thought about Nicholas, about the baby I was lying to him about, and he wants to take responsibility for, my guilt crept in, making the weight of it all feel too heavy on my chest.I had no idea what I was going to do.A soft knock came at the door interrupting my thoughts, but I didn't bother to turn around. "Come in."The door opened quietly,

BRADFORD'S POV I stepped out of the elevator, my mind already rehearsing what I was going to say to Lynette, on how I was going to make this right and get rid of whatever seed of doubt she might’ve had. But I barely made it two steps before I stopped in my tracks when I saw my father walking into the lobby. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, his silver hair perfectly combed, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked like he owned the building. Which, technically, he did. I exhaled and walked slowly to meet up with him. “Father,” I said carefully, trying to hide my uneasiness. “What're you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming.” "Well, you wouldn't come to see me, so I decided to come to you," he responded, his voice was calm and measured, like the voice of a man who was used to getting what he wanted. I rubbed the back of my head, closing my eyes briefly. ‘Oh, right. I've forgotten about that.’ "You've been avoiding my calls, giving me excuses about work."

BRADFORD'S POVI was flipping a pen in between my fingers, watching it spin, watching it fall, picking it up and spinning it again.I'd been doing it for the past twenty minutes, maybe even longer, I'd lost track.The documents I ought to have signed and handed back to the heads of department since I got to the office, laid untouched in front of me.My mind was always focused when I wanted it to, but all of a sudden that had changed.I glanced at my phone that was sitting dark and silent at the top of the documents on my desk, willing it to ring with Lynette's name flashing on it.I've called her twice this morning already, and of course it went to voicemail both times.I didn't leave a message, cause I had no idea what I was supposed to say. I've never left a message before.I flipped the pen again, but it clattered to the desk, and I just left it there this time.I leaned back into my chair, rubbing a hand over my face.Then I sat up again and finally decided I'd be going back to he