Oh No! Mr CEO Is The Father Of My Kids のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

HAZEL.A million thoughts raced through my head. There was a brief pause between us and then I asked."Giselle? Why not Giselle?" Nicholas folded his arms. I felt so terrible imagining how she'd react once she found out about this. "Because we tried." Nicholas replied and for a moment, I was surprised. Was their union also an arrangement? "Giselle couldn't bear a child at all and we were running out of time. I spoke to mymother and that was the reason I ended things." He said. A bit of relief hit me but I realized this was one of the few times Nicholas ever mentioned his mother. Did she know about me?Did she approve of me?"What happens when this hits the headlines...the billionaire's new marriage?" I could picture it. "It's going to be hard for Giselle, no matter the circumstances. You know she's still in love with you." Nicholas was about to roll his eyes, exhausted from hearing about Giselle but I needed him to hear me out.Nothing about how he treated her was fair. "This compl

NICHOLAS.Hazel sat beside the window staring outside, she was wrapped in a blanket with a cup of coffee next to her. She had shown up at my door drenched in rain with her two kids. Without hesitation, I let her in. The world outside twisted in wet, cold darkness.The sound of the rain plastering against the glass windows. But she was inside now. She was safe. I knocked on the door even though I’d already walked in with a fresh pair of clothes in my hands. She turned around to see me, at least her eyes were no longer filled with tears. "I had my maid put the kids to bed in the other room,” I said. “Is it just me or does the little boy and I look alike?” I joked but Hazel didn’t find it funny. “What?” I watched horror fill her eyes before letting out a chuckle."I'm just kidding, Hazel." I said. "I'm trying to lighten the mood around here. Look I know you’ve had a rough night," I dropped the clothes by her bedside before walking to the fireplace. I loosened the buttons on my shirt, l

EVELYN.There wasn’t a moment that passed since Hazel left that I didn’t think about her. I stared at my phone wallpaper—a collage of a picture of us back in high school and a recent one from when she landed in Seattle. We had been best friends for nearly twenty years and I remember how ecstatic I was when she told me she was coming back here. Hazel was a leaver, so seven years ago when she told me she was moving to Geneva, I accepted it. I couldn’t be mad, not at her bailing on a lot of plans that we had. Not at her bailing and leaving me.Ever since then, I took up a job as a bartender at Timothy’s. It was hard to feel fulfilled doing something you had no interest in which was why I still designed on the side but the fashion market was a lot harder to break into so when Giselle came along, I saw an out. Finally, I could pursue my dreams just like she did seven years ago leaving to become a baker in Geneva and making a name for herself.So when I found out Hazel ruined that chance b

HAZEL."What?" Nicholas asked.A hundred thoughts raced through my head. I hadn't seen any of my family since I left Seattle seven years ago and I knew if Elijah was aware I was back, it was only a matter of time until they knew too.My father. Fuck. My father.Each time I closed my eyes, I was taken back to seven years ago, standing on the altar in my wedding dress. I couldn’t believe I considered it even for a second going ahead to marry Elijah."If you walk out of there…Never came back" Was what my father said. I had brought him so much shame running away that day. But nobody cared that it was Elijah who cheated on me. I was never close to my family, not since I was born and my mum died. My father would never admit it but I felt like he hated me for looking a lot like her. I had her eyes, and the shape of her nose, the color of her hair. He hated me so much that he couldn’t even look at me. He couldn’t sit with his grief either because six months after she passed, he got remarried

EVELYN.I resumed work the next day like nothing had happened. The hours went by fast and luckily, I didn’t run into James or Peter. Nor the handsome man I’d slept with the last night whose name I didn’t even know. Each time I closed my eyes, I had to pretend like I wasn’t plagued with heated flashes. But as much as I wanted to, I knew I was never seeing him again. The bar closed a little past midnight and I walked out of the exit, straight into my car. Sliding the key into the ignition, I tried to start the engine but it only made a clicking sound. “Fuck!” I cussed, looking into the mirror. The car wasn’t starting. I’d had this 1964 Ford Mustang for as long as I could remember, passed down from my grandfather before he passed away. An old vintage maroon colored car that had its fair share of issues.“Don’t do this to me Isla,” I had a name for her. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, trying to start the car a couple more times before finally coming out. It was 12:30AM a