All Chapters of UNDESERVED ROMANCE WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Pov Nora)I arrived at the Jones house. I had been calling Richard for five days. Five days of silence and his mother telling me he was "resting" or "recovering."I wasn't a fool. You don't rest for five days without picking up a phone unless you are dead or hiding.I walked into the room, I saw his mother Elizabeth Jones and her face a mask of perfect, cold poise. She looked at me as if I were a smudge on her expensive wallpaper."Where is he, Mrs Jones?" I snapped. My fingers dug into my leather handbag so hard the skin of my knuckles turned white. "I’m tired of the games. I know he isn't sleeping."Richard's mother poured a cup of tea for herself as she responded."He left, Nora. He’s back at his own house. I suppose he needed to pack his things before the move.""He just left? Without you calling me? Without even a word?""He has a lot on his mind," Richard's mother said smoothly, her eyes meeting mine with a warning glint. "If I were you, I’d go remind him what he’s about to l

(POV: Richard)The first thing I noticed was the white ceiling, the harsh bite of a fluorescent light, and the lingering, clinical smell of antiseptic which I had grown far too accustomed to over the past few weeks. It was a sterile, unforgiving scent that clung to my skin and seemed to sink deep into my lungs.These were the first fragments of reality I could put together. Slowly, with a groan that felt like gravel grinding in my throat, I turned my head. The room tilted, a wave of nausea washing over me, but I forced myself to focus.A doctor was standing near the foot of my bed, his brow furrowed as he scribbled something onto a clipboard. By the door, a security officer stood with his arms folded across his chest, a silent guard in the quiet room."Mr. Jones." The doctor looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "It’s good to see you’re awake. You took a significant blow to the head during the commotion at the terminal. We’ve checked you over, and while we don't believe there is anything

(POV: Richard)When we arrived. I saw the gate was covered by flowers just like she had described it.I pulled it open and we didn't hesitate to walk along the path. Sam the driver was waiting for me still on the curb with the engine running. I had told him not to move until I say so.Before I got there the door that leads to the porch was already opened.It was Silas Johnson himself, Oma's father who appeared at the door. His grey hair was showing at his temples, his cream shirt was loose, and his eyes immediately darted to the car behind me and only then did they come back at my face as he looked at me surprisingly. He was trying to hide something from his face, probably his shock, but it was too late in hiding it as I already knew what he was up to."Well-done Mr. Jones." I said.“Oh Richard,” he replied pretentiously “what are you doing here? good to see you,” he said with his lips stretching into a smile. "Actually, we weren't expecting you.""I know. Where is Oma? I'm here to se

(POV: Oma) “I was nearly molested today. That's the truth. That's the complete truth please.”And I stood there in that sitting room, spitting it out, my dress in tatters, my hands trembling and my voice breaking in three different places, and not a single person in that room did a single thing to comfort me. Not even Aunty Grace.My father was standing there, right in the centre of the floor with his arms folded, his face made up to look like it was showing shock when, in fact, it was not. Aunty Grace was staring at the floor and Uncle Benson was looking out of the window and Richard was staring at me with an expression on his face that I had never seen there before which was genuine distance.As if something between us had already been decided and he was just waiting for the conversation to be done. "Richard." I called and took a step in his direction with my voice barely a whisper. "You have to listen to me please. I was the only one there and there was no man. I didn't even know

(POV: Richard) She was already in her reading chair when I arrived. Her book was open and a tea beside her, with her eyes behind her glasses, just like every night. It was 9:30pm when I came in. Also, my mother doesn’t sleep before eleven o'clock, and that has been a part of her since I was a child. Her routine wasn't just habit for her but it was how she keeps her standards in check. When I finally halted the car, I stayed in the car a few seconds after Cole has already killed the engine. Cole watched me from the front seat but didn't speak. He'd said everything he needed to say tonight, and he knew better than to push further.I stepped out, and he opened the door before I even touched it. His eyes snapped wide for a split second, the instant recognition of who I was, and then he backed away silently, like a man used to doing his job without debate.She sat in the sitting room exactly as it always did, calm, still, untouched by outside noise like a quiet woman surrounded by soft