Todos los capítulos de Unintended Bride : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Liam’s POVThe documents were lying on my table even before five. All complaints, all unpaid invoices, and all favors granted quietly over the last three years lay in separate folders, and it did not take more than an hour to spot the pattern. Saint Lucia Primary lived on donations and connections, and one big enough check would open any door I might need.I called the headmaster of the school the following morning."Mr. Moretti, this is Liam Hampton from Hampton Textile Group and Technology. I've checked your statements and it is obvious that your school needs some repairs and new supplies. I am willing to cover your expenses and to create a scholarship fund. In return, I would like to visit your school this afternoon and get the current list of students."The silence followed my words for about three seconds before Mr. Moretti answered."Mr. Hampton, this is extremely generous. We can certainly arrange a meeting day.""How about today. At two. I will bring with me the confirmation o

Liam's POV “Nina!” I screamed, my hands stretched out in fear as I faced her. “Don't.” My head shook slowly sideways to stop her from doing it. But it was too late. Bang! The gunshot echoed in the darkness. “N…nina,” her name left my lips in broken breaths as I glanced down. Thick red blood started to stain my white T-shirt. Nina was standing at a distance of ten feet, gripping the pistol with both her hands, crying her heart out.“I didn't want to do it,” she cried. “You made me do it. I'm sorry.” I tried to speak but it was useless. My breath was fighting to stay. “You can’t have them!” she screeched with a broken voice. “I won’t let you. They are mine. You can’t take my children from me!”“I never wanted to,” I breathed. My legs failed me as I took a step towards me and the ground cracked under my weight, and gave way beneath me. “Forgive me,” I coughed out with blood and the ground turned hollow, dark and I fell. Everything whizzed by in a blur. The city lights were spinnin

Liam's POV The click echoed in the empty office. I pressed the button on my desk and the solid walls facing hers cleared into a glass. I could see her but she couldn't do the same no matter how hard she tried. I watched her through the glass wall and stopped what I was doing. She was bound to act or make a call to someone. Make a call. Do something. I waited impatiently but she did none of that. I was sure she knew I was aiming to punish her. My earlier plan to pretend to not know her was falling and I was done with it. I wanted her to be uncomfortable to be able something so I could get more leverage. I saw her settle behind the desk and take the first file. She worked for two hours without raising her eyes from the papers, holding her body in a straight position and moving steadily with her pen. She occasionally shrugged every few minutes, as if feeling the accumulating tension.At 11:15am, she got up and stretched. Her voice could be heard clearly through the air conditioning v

Liam’s POV Two days passed. I stepped out of the shower, water still running down my neck. The towel was already in my hand. I rubbed it over my hair while the television flickered on the far wall, some late-night news channel I wasn’t watching. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the screen. My phone rang on the nightstand. I answered on the second ring, still drying the back of my head. “What did you find, Gideon?” “The results came through an hour ago and it's as you thought. I had them mailed to the secure address and scanned a copy to your private drive. You should have them now.” I dropped the towel on the chair, opened the laptop, and clicked the encrypted folder while he was still speaking. Three short reports loaded one after the other. Maternity result: Eliza Morgan matched Alexander and Lily at 99.98 percent. The second file was even better. It confirmed everything. Eliza Morgan was Nina Beckett and Amanda was Frida. I read them once. That was enou

Anya’s POVThe champagne glass was cool against my fingers. I stirred it once, watching the bubbles rush to the top, and drank slowly. The lounge buzzed with subdued conversation and occasional bursts of laughter from the velvet booths. Women in their silk dresses lounged on the chairs, like beautiful jewelry displayed on a counter. Men watched them.Red was the color of my dress tonight. Not the same desperate black dress as before, but one that clung to my hips, plunging dangerously low behind my back, showing I belong here. Clara approved of it with only one glance and a murmur: "You're learning".Two weeks had gone by for me. Two weeks of visiting the right clubs, parties and private rooms where Mr. X can be found but he wasn't taking me in for a second. Clara fed me every piece of information in fragments of what he liked. Brunette women, he hated loud ones too and never stayed out past midnight. I memorized all of them and changed myself.Tonight Mr. X was here. I noticed him t