All Chapters of Left at the Altar, Claimed by a Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Villains do not attack right away. They wait until you finally lower your guard before they remind you that the danger was never gone in the first place.One month has already passed since Evan left the country and everything continued to be peaceful after that. No more chaos, no more scandals, and no more jealousy revolving around me. During those days, I spent most of my week focusing on work and trying to rebuild the normal life and peaceful life I lost when those scandals happened. And surprisingly, it worked because until now, my life has become a lot easier to live on.I was reviewing and revising papers inside my office when suddenly my door opened. I didn't even need to look up just to know the person who entered my office without knocking because only one person in this company had the confidence to enter my office like he owned the building. And it was Gabriel.“Lunch,” he said casually. He puts a transparent food container on my desk and one apple juice. These past few day

Sometimes, danger doesn't come to us all of a sudden. Sometimes, we are the ones who trigger it and unknowingly walk straight toward it.I immediately pulled my arm away from Gabriel and looked back at their direction again. But by the time I turned around, both the van and Scarlett were already gone. I let out a deep sigh as I looked at Gabriel. My curiosity immediately turned into frustration as I blamed him silently because he's the reason why I lost them.“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying my best to keep my emotions to myself. But the moment he answered me, I completely failed to do so.“I should be the one asking you that,” he said arrogantly while looking straight at me. “What are you doing here? And why are you following Scarlett?” He asked, while crossing his arms and raising his brows at me.I stared at him for a moment, trying to match his attitude, but eventually, I gave up. He's been that good at making other people feel helpless and weak so I didn't waste my time

I thought I was strong, but when you're the one standing in front of death, everything changes. You begin to realize that strength alone isn't always enough. Sometimes, all you can do is hope you'll make it out alive.The days after the attack felt different. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the gunshots, saw those men coming after me, and remembered Gabriel risking his life just to save mine. It's too suffocating for me. Everything happened so fast and I didn't expect everything.Gabriel hadn't left my side ever since we left the hospital. He drove me home, made sure I ate, reminded me to take my medicine, and checked on me every few hours like he was afraid something would happen the moment he looked away. I never asked him to do any of that.After all, he was the one who got shot because he protected me. He took that bullet after turning around when I called his name, and no matter how many times he told me it

Sometimes, the hardest part isn't hearing the truth. Sometimes, it's trying to act like nothing has changed after hearing it. It was already 2 o’clock in the morning but still I cannot put myself to sleep after hearing something that is hard to process given my situation right now. Every time I closed my eyes, Gabriel's words kept repeating inside my head. No matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about it, my mind always went back to the way he looked at me before walking upstairs. I hated how that single moment kept replaying inside my head. Even worse, I hated how my heart still beat faster every time I remembered it. It took me a few more hours before I finally fell asleep. The funny thing was, after spending half the night trying to forget it, the first thing that came to my mind the moment I opened my eyes the next morning was still Gabriel. I ended up staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes before finally forcing myself to

"...Impossible."I stared at the picture, hoping I was wrong. I zoomed it in, trying to see every detail in it. The image got blurry, but I could still see the same black van from that day.Several men in dark clothes stood around it, carrying big bags. Their faces were hidden under caps and masks, so I couldn't recognize anyone. I kept looking at it, hoping to find something that will lead me to the mastermind.Then another attachment appeared in my messages. I opened it quickly and the picture included in it looked like it was taken just seconds after the first one.The same men were there. But this time, someone else was with them. The person wore a black hoodie, black pants, gloves, and a mask that covered everything. They were also taller than the others, so they were easy to spot.I zoomed in again, but nothing changed. The hood hid their faces, and no matter how many times I looked, I still couldn't figure out who they were."What are you hiding?" I quietly asked myself while s