บททั้งหมดของ His Elusive Omega, His Resolute Alpha: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

“Alright, I’ve given you enough time to deal with…whatever this is, and everyone’s getting even more worried than we were,” my father’s voice came from the doorway. “Care to tell me what exactly is going on with you and your boyfriend that’s got you drinking alone in the dark? Also, is that from my premium collection?”I gulped down the leftover whiskey in my tumbler and put the glass down with far too much force.“Y’know,” I slurred, my brain feeling as if it were swimming in jelly. “Y’know what’s the mos’ fucked up par’ bout’ this?”“Jesus Christ, how much have you had to drink?” Dad asked, moving closer, squinting at the base of my chair. “Three bottles? You drank three bottles of…is that rum? When do you even drink rum?”I ignored him.“The mos’ fucked up part is that I had a fuckin’ dream, Dad,” I looked at him. “How the fuck could I ‘ave dreamt it, Dad?”“Adam, you’re not making any sense,” my father replied, his voice soft. “We have no idea what’s going on with you two. You went

The house was abuzz with servants running around when she returned.A young maid nearly collided with her as she rushed out of the door with a suitcase. Annalise had to jump out of the way to avoid her.“Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, hand automatically going to the coat pocket that held her pills.“I’m terribly sorry, Madam,” the maid replied with a slight bow of her head. It was one of the East Asian ones, she supposed.“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked. “Also, why are there so many suitcases?”“Mr. Hartwell said the trip has been extended, Madam,” the maid looked nervous as she conveyed the information. “He will be staying past the New Year.”“What?!” Annalise’s fists clenched. “And this is how I get informed of this? By a maid!”The poor girl looked terrified.“I’m sorry, Madam,” she bowed again. “We were just informed as well.”With a huff, Annalise turned on her heel and barreled into the house.Annalise was no stranger to gigantic houses that were far too large f

All the servants of the house, including the groundskeeping staff, the indoor staff, the cooks, the security…all of them were squeezed into the main sitting room. The day staff, who had been getting ready to clock out of their shifts, were lined up shoulder to shoulder, terrified, while the night staff, who had really just arrived, looked confused.“Which one of you talked to the press?!” Annalise roared, holding up her tablet, which was playing a clip from the breaking news segment that had been playing on all sorts of media stations in a frenzy. “Who was it?!”“…an inside source from the Hartwell House who wishes to remain anonymous had reached out to provide us with a statement,” the news anchor was saying. “Let’s take a look at this. The source who claims to be part of the serving staff of the House says, and I quote, ‘Mrs. Welsey is going insane. At first, I thought they were just sleeping pills, but she keeps taking them every single hour now. I found a bottle hidden in her clos

Night came faster in the winter, and soon, Annalise was the only person awake in the Hartwell House.All the cameras had been turned off, as well as the security systems. She couldn’t bear to stay in a house that was monitored. The paranoia was still eating at her. She felt like someone was already watching her, waiting for her to fail, but there wasn’t anyone.At first, when she saw herself on the breaking news segment, talking with Derk, her voice clear and crisp, she’d run to the bathroom to throw up. And as soon as she finished, her first thought was that Colton Grace broke his promise.That he’d exposed her in revenge for screwing up his twin’s life.But then she realized that the footage was from that afternoon. Colton hadn’t been there that afternoon, had he? Also, he only had a voice recording. This was a video.And then the news anchor discussed obtaining a statement from an anonymous source within the Hartwell House.That’s when she knew.It hadn’t been Colton. It was a snake

I could not believe my eyes.“…several police cars were dispatched to the Hartwell House just an hour ago after an anonymous 9-1-1 call expressing concern about Annalise Wesley-Hartwell and her bizarre parenting methods,” the news anchor was saying as a video played on the tiny window next to his head. “Now, we don’t know exactly what the caller said to prompt such a swift police response, but when the officers arrived at the residence, they found Mrs. Hartwell quite distressed.”The screen changed. Shaky cameras were pointed at the ginormous front door of the Hartwell House, where two lady officers were dragging a struggling Annalise between them.As soon as I saw her, I sucked in a breath.She was a right mess. Even though she was dressed only in a nightgown, she didn’t care about the cold at all. Her hair was a right mess, and a cut on her forehead bled profusely.She was screaming.“It wasn’t me!” she kept saying, her voice scratchy from screaming. “I swear it wasn’t me; it was hi