บททั้งหมดของ FIFTY MILLION DOLLAR OMEGA: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Third Person POV.Meanwhile, as the VIP’s car drove away from Rhaella's house, the bodyguard glanced through the rearview mirror at the VIP who was staring out the window with a tense expression. His hands rested on his knees, and his fingers tapped a slow, restless rhythm against his thigh.He'd been like this since they left her house.The bodyguard; Marcus had been with him long enough to recognize that look on his face. Aside from being his personal bodyguard; Marcus was also his Beta. If something was on his mind, he could always tell.And right now, something was clearly on his mind.At the bar, the VIP shouldn't even have crossed paths with Rhaella. He had only stopped by to cool off after a long day at the office before heading back to his hotel. But when he saw her, he noticed her uniform and realized she was working there as a waitress. Then, he saw her at Jason's table, the way she was being ridiculed by his friends. He immediately ordered Marcus; his Beta, to step in befor

Ella's POV.It’s been a straight-up depressing couple of days. Every job application I sent; to different companies, firms, and even private homes; all got rejected. We were really running low on groceries, and the fridge was almost empty. The only thing left was a sad-looking carrot, two eggs and half a jar of pasta sauce.But what confused me the most was the hospital. There were no calls, no threats nor angry letters slid under the door.Absolutely nothing from them. More like they had forgotten I existed."I really don't think we should be this calm about this, Ella." My mom leaned against the counter, worry lines etched all over her forehead. "That money has been due for what now?” She lifted her fingers to count, “Four whole days! And still we've heard nothing.”"I know, Mom." I said, keeping my eyes on the dishes, scrubbing a plate like it had personally offended me. I paused, sighed, and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. "I'm just as worried as you are, okay? But I

Ella's POV.He immediately ran after his girlfriend, and I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding.Sylvia stared at me, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide."You've gone rogue, girl," she said slowly, "It's been a long time since I saw this side of you."I hung the abandoned dresses back on the rack as a small smile curved on my lips. "You know we can't both be crazy at the same time. We'd definitely be in jail already if we were."She burst out laughing, drawing a few curious glances our way."True," she said, still laughing. "Very true.”"Ms. Sylvia Davis," the front desk attendant's voice echoed through the speaker, "your order is ready. Please come to the front desk to collect your package.""Finally." Sylvia looped her arm through mine. "Let's go."We grabbed her package and headed out. The supermarket was right next door, so we figured we'd get the groceries at once.– – – – – – – –I was standing in the aisle, squinting at the price tag on a bottle of ketchup, w

Ella's POV. My mom was on the floor when I got home, the letter was clutched in her hands as she cried. Her shoulders shook with every sob. I stood there for a moment, watching her… and something inside me cracked open. I dropped beside her, took the letter and opened it. My fists clenched around the paper as I read, my blood boiled. Not long after, Sylvia and Michael came in, but I didn't look up. Jason was really trying to take everything away from me. I pushed myself to my feet so abruptly that the room tilted for a second, but I didn’t care. All I could see was red. "I'm going to kill Jason.” The words slipped out from my mouth before I could stop them. “Rhaella… no!” Sylvia rushed toward me, grabbing my arm. “Calm down, please… just calm down…” "Calm down?" I pulled away from her. "He's taking my mother! My mother, Sylvia! After everything he's already taken from me; my babies, my dignity, my peace… and now her?” My mom struggled to her feet, her hands shaking

Ella's POV.I swallowed the lump in my throat."My mother."Jason's smile widened. "Ah. Yes. Your mother." He set his glass down and folded his hands on the desk. "Beautiful woman. It's a shame this is happening to her… because of her daughter.""Take her off the list.""And why would I do that?""Because I'm asking you to."He laughed mockingly. "Asking? Ella, you lost the right to ask me for things the day you stopped being my mate.""You rejected me." I clarified."Same difference."I moved a bit closer. "What do you want, Jason? What will it take for you to leave her alone?"He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and locking his eyes on mine."You already know what I want."The words hung in the air between us. I had known this was his plan all along.Across the room, the VIP remained seated, completely uninterested in what was happening. He didn’t even look at either of us; he just silently tapped his finger against the chair’s armrest while his other hand rested light