Semua Bab The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Oh! God!” My lips parted like oxygen had forgotten how to stay inside of me. I threw my hand over my mouth in shock at what I had seen and the recording playing on my phone. The oncologist. Her screaming! “Please don't kill me…. I swear to God, I don't know what you are…”She screamed out, then gunshots followed. I crashed onto the floor, and my phone slipped off and fell to the ground. I quickly reached for my phone. Then I typed, my fingers trembled on the screen.“Show up now… Eli and I are being attacked at the hospital…”Then send. I prayed that it shouldn't fall into Joan's hand. Otherwise, this is just effort in futility. Just like the call I had made. My heart beat faster than I could imagine. My brain was heating up, like it was about to blow off. I couldn't believe what I had just watched. I knew the doctor wasn't lying after some time, before leaving me. But I never believed how wicked, evil people are.She didn't give a name. She never wanted to give a name of the

“I guess you heard what I said, Mr. Caldwell, right?”His face twisted and then turned to Joan, who had kept mute at the edge of Eli's seat.Joan quickly snapped.“I don't know what she is talking about,” she spoke quietly, like someone measuring her words carefully before letting them leave her lips. “...because we slept and woke up only for Brent to find your message on his phone this morning. In fact, he was preparing to go to his office when he stumbled upon your message...”Liar! Bloody godforsaken shameless liar. I watched her lips curl up as she came up with such a huge lie. I wanted to pounce on her and tell everyone that she was nothing but a fantastic liar.She laid it carefully before Brent like a chef presenting her most delicious delicacy on a plate. Carefully layered, one lie on top of another. And Brent, foolish Brent, accepted it completely without asking any questions.I rolled my eyes in disgust.Definitely, I was right. Joan was the one who switched off Brent's pho

Orlena's POV “Gone?” The word parted my lips, almost tearing them apart. “To where?”“No, this is not happening. This is not going to happen. I will make everyone pay!”Brent roared in anger. His chest heaved like someone about to give up his last breath. Then he reached for his phone. “I knew it!”The words came out of my mouth flat, like a weapon.I squeezed the hem of my clothes together. I was right all along. But I hadn't trusted my instincts enough.“Don't let those guys escape! Make sure they don't leave these premises!” he bellowed into his phone.I didn't know who he was talking to, but I was sure they were security personnel.I had told them to wait at the hospital reception for him. He wanted to have a private conversation with me about the text message I sent, how last night went, what led to the doctor's death, and how she was shot right there on the hospital premises.The same doctor who had been in charge of Eli's treatment.Those questions had been weighing heavily o

BRENT'S POV.“Abnormally?!" The words parted my lips the way an axe used to part a log of wood in the forest. “Where? How come?”My voice echoed at the passageway, almost pulling the roof over our heads. My once fully erected manhood bent back between my legs. My ears perked up, half of my energies were lost through my skin pores.“She desperately needs your attention,” the word erupted through the room from Joan. “How come at this time of the night she is either calling you on your phone or coming to knock on your door…”“If you want to have him, you are free,” she dropped the last words. "I am not making up anything… Eli's condition is terrifying; I swear I have not seen him this way… I am sorry if I disrupted anything…”Orlena turned and left hurriedly from my presence; I watched how the intensity of her footwear disappeared along the corridor. She didn't bother to look back. Like a faithful messenger who had come to deliver the words of the king.I ran back into the room, my

BRENT'S POV“What is it?”Joan asked quickly, her voice calm, and her eyes studied my face like a scientist examining germs through a sophisticated microscope. Then her gaze drifted to my hand, the way I held the phone. My body language had already given her the answer before I could.Something wasn't adding up.“I said, what is that? Whose message is that?”She asked again. Her voice sounded distant, like it was coming from the bottom of an ocean. She stood close by, yet mentally far away from me.Curiosity overwhelmed her voice.I couldn't answer.My mind was somewhere else and my lips remained tightly sealed. I stood still like a giant statue in the middle of a busy highway.The message. The sender.Who could have done this? Who could have sent me such an anonymous message? Was this a warning or someone trying to pass across a message?Who was the enemy? Who was the ally?My brows pinched together as I let out a heavy sigh, and my phone was squeezed tightly in my palm with enough