Alle Kapitel von UNDESERVED ROMANCE WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

I stood in the open doorway and listened to her footsteps go down the corridor, and she was gone.I stood there for another moment. The hallway was empty and quiet, the kind of quiet that feels louder than noise because something has just happened in it that hasn't finished happening yet.I went back inside.I picked my daughter up. She had lost the sock somewhere and was unbothered about it. I held her against my chest and stood in the middle of the living room deeply confused.Tasha had come here scared. With someone facing consequences for a wrong thing they did and someone who knows something they were never supposed to know and has been living with that knowledge long enough for it to change how they react to situations now. She had told me two things clearly beneath everything she hadn't said directly.So, I had been in the wrong place that night. Someone else had been intended for that room and when I mentioned V. Caldwell, that scared her out of my apartment.The same name I h

Two attorneys Richard considered as friends from his Jones and Associates days had stopped returning calls.Richard noticed all of it and didn't comment, but clearly understood that this is putting him off guard now and getting him worried too since this week.While I was preparing eggs for breakfast, I felt this was the right time to talk to him about his worries and about the old allies."Richard, I need you to keep calm about your old allies.” I said. He looked at me.“They're waiting to see if you're going to hold on. I mean your old colleagues. They're not against you, neither are they with you. They're just watching to see whether the firm survives the first one year before they decide which side of the fence is safer."He watched me speak with so much assurance and was astonished with my unique cleverness. He turned back to the eggs as he took the plate from me, then responded calmly. “I know.”He divided the eggs into two plates and set one in front of me. He sat down across

Nora Hayes didn't turn the lights on when she got home.She walked straight to her bedroom, dropped her bag on the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark. Still in her coat, and the heels she had worn out that morning. She just sat there and let the silence of the apartment press in around her.The loss she had in the courtroom was still sitting in her chest.Judge Halloway's voice reading through the ruling. The way the room erupted and reporters surging forward. Ned grabbing Richard's shoulder in congratulation, and Oma standing in the middle of all of it in that simple navy dress with her hand on her pregnant stomach, looking like she had always known it was going to end exactly this way.That was the image Nora couldn't shake out of her memory. Not the ruling, nor her father's face going grey across the aisle but Oma's face and Richard’s.The way he is so into Oma, crossing the room to her like nothing else in that building mattered. His hand finding the small of her ba

Richard was on the phone when I came out of the shower.I could hear him from the hallway. I stood at the bathroom door for a moment with a towel around my shoulders, listening to the sound of it, and dripping from the shower bath.I already knew what the call was about.I got dressed, strapped the baby into her stroller, and took her downstairs.The small park which was two blocks from the apartment had a fountain my baby had recently become obsessed with. I pushed the stroller to the bench closest to it and sat down while she stared at the water. Pigeons moved around our feet. A jogger passed and the morning was bright and airy.I have been coming here alone more often in the past four days, Since Hayes's letter and the footage, just to clear my head.Richard had not stopped making moves since that letter arrived. Every conversation circled back to the footage and every plan had it at the center. He had pulled in two additional attorneys, and had Ned running parallel investigations

The drive back from the hospital was supposed to take fifteen minutes.I had the baby in her car seat beside me, one hand resting lightly on the edge of it, the way I always did in the car, just present. She had sailed through her checkup. The pediatrician had said she was in perfect health condition and growth process.I had her vaccination card in my purse and felt the particular bone-tiredness of a mother who had been up since five AM to prepare the baby for her routine check, and was almost home. I was looking forward to getting home and taking some rest if the baby naps.As if on cue, Calvin, the driver, took the side street off Fifth Avenue which is shorter, to beat the traffic. This was not the first time, we had taken it before, it was a narrow, quiet road, lined up on both sides by parked cars and old brick buildings. On a good day, it cuts four minutes off the route, but today was a different ball game altogether. The purpose of taking the route was compromised by an unfore