Semua Bab Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Kassidy's POV My fingers were trembling so much I could barely keep a grip on my phone. I pressed the cell phone hard against my cheek, my eyes locked on the figure stepping into the narrow aisle between the tall bookshelves. “Piper, I have to go,” I told her. “Can we talk later?” “Yeah, sure. Call me whenever you’re ready,” Piper said, her voice sounding faint before I cut the call. I slammed the phone down onto the wooden table and I pushed my chair back to face him. The panic from seeing him free turned into a sudden, boiling rage. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. “How are you sta

Kassidy's POV The room became blurry as a wild, hot rage took total control of my body. I snatched my phone off the mattress, my fingers shaking so violently I almost dropped it twice before shoving the screen to my face and dialing Piper's number. The phone didn't even ring twice before she picked up, her breathing heavy on the other end. "Kassidy?" She called out. "How could you do this to me?" I screamed into the receiver, standing up from my bed and pacing the floorboards like a caged animal. "How could you let me carry this for years, Piper? You looked me straight in the eyes and told me you didn't see anyone do anything to me! You let me believe I was crazy for asking questions!" "Whoa, hey, what are you talki

Kassidy POV A few days later, I tried to put off all thoughts of Roman as I was called to come and see the lawyers who were in charge of my case against his father. The office building in downtown Minnesota was tall and gray, and covered in tinted glass that reflected the cold January sky. I walked through the heavy revolving doors, feeling like I was walking into a trap as I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. When the doors slid open, I found myself in an equally gray reception area that smelled of leather books and fresh coffee. A young man was sitting behind a large brown desk, sorting through a tall stack of blue folders. A large plaque behind him read: Bellick and McLannen Law Firm. He looked up as I approached, offering a warm smile that instantly made me feel a little less anxious. 

Kassidy’s POVThe news of the civil and criminal lawsuits against Richard Deering broke the internet. Because of his massive multi-million dollar company, his name was always trending on business forums, but now it was everywhere for a different reason. I couldn’t open a single social media app without seeing our names side by side. The comments sections were a total warzone too. Some people believed me, posting messages of solidarity and demand for accountability, while some believed Richard, claiming I was just a bitter student trying to cash out on a wealthy man’s legacy. Still, that didn’t stop some of his other victims from showing up with proof of how he had harmed them. Within forty-eight hours of the initial filing at Bellick & McLannen, three other women came forward anonymously on the internet, sharing old text messages and non-disclosure agreements that proved Richard had a long history of doing this exact same thing.I had also moved out of the apartment and taken up lod

Eli's POVI wasn't in the courtroom on the day of the sentencing. I couldn't bring myself to sit there and watch the man who was my father get led away in chains. Instead, I spent that entire afternoon sitting in a dingy motel room three towns over, staring at a water stain on the ceiling while the hours ticked by. I knew Kassidy had had to face that court room alone, and that knowledge made me feel a heavy guilt in my gut. But the truth was, my presence would have only made it a media circus.The media attention surrounding the case was wearing me down to the bone. Every single day, reporters from the local papers and national news outlets were lurking around the edge of campus, their camera lenses tracking my every move. My phone was a constant, vibrating nightmare of missed calls and text messages from strangers, not to mention the interview requests from television producers who wanted me to play the part of the tragic son."Is it true your father paid off Miss Townsend's father?"