บททั้งหมดของ Owned By My Sister's Billionaire Boyfriend: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 105

SELINE​Nang dahan-dahang huminto ang sasakyan ni Drew sa tapat ng isang tahimik at nakatagong establishment, napakunot agad ang noo ko. ​I looked out the window. Akala ko sa isang seryosong coffee shop o kaya sa medyo secluded na restaurant kami pupunta para mag-usap nang maayos? Pero pag-angat ng tingin ko? It was a private ceramic studio.​"Anong ginagawa natin dito, Drew?" pabulong kong tanong, turning my head to look at him with pure curiosity and skepticism. "Seryoso ka ba? Pumunta tayo rito para lang mag-pottery?"​Drew unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to me with eyes filled with a exhausting weight. "Pumasok muna tayo sa loob, Seline. I booked the entire studio for an hour. Walang ibang tao. I just want us to talk somewhere peaceful without Caleb’s shadow hovering over us."​Pagpasok namin, agad kaming inaccommdate ng studio owner sa isang pribadong kwarto sa dulo kung saan may dalawang potter’s wheel na nakapwesto nang magkaharap. Fast forward. Pilit kong hinuhubog ang umiikot

After naming mag-usap ni Tasha, hindi na ako nagsayang pa ng oras. Agad akong nakipagkita kay Mr. Moretti, ang sole proprietor ng resort. And this time, I wanted answers. I wanted to make damn sure na walang makakapaglaro sa akin, even my fvcking rival best friend. “Is this the best your security team can do, Mr. Moretti?” diretsahan kong tanong. Bagsak ang whiskey glass sa ibabaw ng mahogany table. Hindi ko na rin siya pinagbigyan ng pagkakataong magpaliguy-ligoy. “Because right now, you’re making me wonder kung five-star accredited ba talaga ang resort mo, or five-star lang sa presyo.” “Mr. Foster, please. We are doing everything we can,” paliwanag niya sa akin, pilit pinananatiling kalmado ang boses while wiping the bead of sweat dripping from his temple. “The tech team is currently reconstructing the corrupted CCTV footage from the moment of the shooting. It’s taking time.” Taking time? Tangina! Anong taking time ang pinagsasabi niya? Girlfriend ko ang nabaril sa mismong resort

​"Get the fvck out of here, Tasha!" ​Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko, at padabog ko siyang kinaladkad palabas ng pottery studio. The stiletto heels of her shoes were scraping violently against the smooth concrete floor, pero wala akong pakialam. My blood was boiling, my pulse hammering in my ears like a runaway freight train.​"Bitawan mo ako, Drew! Nasasaktan ako, putangina!" sigaw ni Tasha, trying to thrash against my grip as we hit the hallway.​Nung makalabas kami sa reception area, pabalang ko siyang binitawan. "What the fulvck is wrong with you, huh?" singhal ko sa kanya, running a clay-smeared hand through my messy hair. "Anong klaseng drama na naman ito? Do you really think I’m that fvcking gullible para maniwala sa gawa-gawa mong evidence?"​"Gawa-gawa?" natawa siya, her voice echoing off the ceramic displays along the walls. "May hCG blood test result at anim na pregnancy test kits sa loob, Drew! Anong gawa-gawa roon? Bulag ka ba talaga o tanga lang?"​"Kilala kita!" dep