Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Mr Billonaire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

AinsworthUnderneath the table, our knees brushed—just a light contact, but it sent an electric charge straight up my spine. I glanced sideways at Lavanda. She was tapping her desk with her fingers, her shoulders tense, her breathing shallow as she tried desperately to pretend she didn't feel it. I felt it, too. The atmosphere between us was thick and cracking with an unbearable physical tension; I could smell the soft, intoxicating warm scent of her skin. She was on the edge, and so was I. I can't do this anymore, I thought, my pulse hammering in my throat. If I sat here for another minute, feeling her knee press against mine, I was going to lose my mind and sneak a finger beneath those lacy panties. I stood up, abandoning my seat before my control completely snapped. "I'm going to see Lisa," I muttered, not daring to meet her eyes. "Her classroom shouldn't be far off." The cool air of the hallway leading toward the West Wing helped soothe my nerves. Being pushed to the physica

AinsworthI stood patiently at the classroom doorway, my hands tucked deep into my trouser pockets, keeping my distance.After Lavanda yanked our wedding ring off her finger and threw it onto the cold floor, I knew better than to push my luck. Infuriating her further was a dangerous game, so I stayed out of her way, letting her breathe.But now, my seven-year-old daughter was missing—and this weird-looking substitute teacher was standing there claiming Lisa hadn't even come to school today.From across the room, I watched Lavanda's hand slam flat against the desk. I didn't need to step an inch closer to recognize the signs: she had hit the absolute limit of her patience. She was a mother pushed into a corner, her mama-bear instincts flaring as she demanded to see the school’s CCTV footage.I narrowed my eyes, catching the subtle, shifty eye contact the teacher was making with Cyanne. It was a silent, nervous exchange. I had personally driven Lisa to school this morning, walked her to

LavandaThere was no sound of footsteps running to him.He was staring blankly at the lab, checking underneath the tables, but she wasn't an object that could simply be hidden.I was also searching with him, checking every nook and cranny of the abandoned laboratory.My daughter was missing, and I didn't even know where to start looking.Cyanne was just standing by the door typing on her phone, not giving a single care in the world.Ainsworth was all over the place, with desperation. If she wasn't here, then where could she be?"She's not here," I told him, my voice trembling.He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly. "I know that. I just... I don't know where else to look.""Did we check every abandoned classroom?" I asked, my mind racing. "Maybe they switched places when they found out the teacher was following them.""Great idea," he agreed immediately, pointing down the hall. "I'll check down the other end. You go the other way."We split the search. Cyann

LavandaHe was standing right there in the middle of the crowd, his rugged shirt hanging loose over his broad shoulders."She didn't do anything wrong," extending both of his thick hands forward toward the officers without a single flinch. "Take me instead."Camera flashbulbs exploded around him but he didn't even blink. He stood like an unshakable wall between me and the press."I was the one who agreed to take the boy to the hospital," his voice boomed over the camera. "So if you want to arrest anyone for this, it has to be me."The police officers paused, looking back and forth between the two of us, completely surprised by his confession.Off to the side, Cyanne stood smirking, her eyes glinting with triumph.It hit me all at once—this was her true plan all along. She didn't care about ruining my reputation today; she wanted to throw Ainsworth back into a prison cell. She was trying to punish him for rejecting her, using her own critically ill son as collateral. It was utterly de

Ainsworth We were back at the house, but it was written all over her face that she was pissed—though not at her daughter. Lisa got the soft, comforting words; I got the silence. I honestly didn't know what I had done to make Lavanda that mad. Was it really just the hug outside the police van? Princess’s eyes had been puffy and red the entire way home. I kept assuring her that Will was going to be fine, but she didn't believe me. I was already planning to buy her a fresh pack of 4B pencils and a massive pad of drawing paper—that was usually the only thing capable of bringing back her smile. Meanwhile, Lavanda was spiraling. I watched the thin, lines across her forehead stretch tight. I couldn't tell if her anger was directed at Cyanne, the press, the officers or our hug. Her expression stern as she picked apart the steak on her plate. Up upstairs, Lisa was finally sleeping in her room; neither of us had pressed her for answers about the situation with Will just yet. "Allow me he