All Chapters of After My Murder, Three Billionaire Became Obsessed With Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jolene’s POV “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” The glass of water slipped from my hand. It shattered on impact, sending shards of glass skittering across the floor. The cold water flowed down, pricking beneath the sole of my feet. I stood there in shock as if I had lost all form of mobility. In front of me was Celine, she was visibly livid. Her gaze pierced through me like a dagger. On her hand, was a white envelope that was slightly opened. It had a Red Cross stamp on it. Pregnant? How did she know I was pregnant? How the hell was I even pregnant? It was just a one time thing. Did the hospital send in my pregnancy test result via mail this morning? My heart pounded rapidly as panic kicked in, I could feel the adrenaline rush. I wasn’t worried about figuring out who was responsible. I knew who. He was the only man I’d ever slept with for over a year now. Darius Blackwood. But how was I supposed to tell a client I was carrying his child? Madam Vero would kil

Jolene’s POV “Jolene was a good one.” A strange voice said. I stood in an open field. Cold, quiet and empty saved for the two people in black who stood before what I guessed was a grave. The voice sounded familiar but yet strange. It sounded like someone’s voice I’d heard over the phone years ago. “I still don’t know why you’re here!” Celine said. The familiarity of her voice grounded me in my environment. That was my mother. Between my mother and the stranger was a grave stone with flowers on it. And the person in the grave… I screamed. My hands pressed my mouth against my face. No one flinched. It was like I wasn’t even there, they probably couldn’t see me—or hear me. I guess I was really dead. “She was part of our family.” The man said. “You never accepted her. You supported father and mother to kick me out.” Celine added. Father and mother? Was the man before her, her brother, my uncle? “Celine, there was nothing I could do.” He added. “You don’t deserve to be

Jolene’s POV I pressed myself against the cold wall, wishing it would open up and swallow me whole. My fingers trembled against the wall as I tried to steady myself. The room felt smaller now, the walls closing in as I stared at the man before me. He remained calm. I had expected him to react differently—rage, shock, even disbelief. I'd braced myself for a shout, a curse, maybe even a hand raised in retaliation, but he didn’t. The mark from my slap stayed on his face, vivid and angry, as if I'd hit him multiple times instead of just once. Yet the expression on his face stayed eerily calm. Too calm. It haunted me more than any outburst ever could. My eyes betrayed me. His sculpted chest rose and fell at a steady, unnerving pace. His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he swallowed. Down his waist, his bulge still strained against his briefs, defined and impossible to ignore. Heat crept up my neck. I was supposed to be terrified of this man. And I was. But my body didn't seem to

Jolene’s POV I hesitated, then picked up. I waited for the person on the other end to speak. "We have to meet. Meet me at the spot where it all began." The line went dead. The spot where it all began? I'd only known Katherine for twenty-four hours. She was a coworker—but not a typical one. I met Katherine the day I was supposed to sign my contract under Madam Veronica's agency. She was one of the escorts working there. She was nice to me, but something was off about the way she looked at me. I brushed it off. Everyone was in a messy place at certain times in their lives. I'd never spoken to Katherine aside from when she led me to Madam Veronica's office. Even then, we hadn't said much. The atmosphere had felt awkward between us. She was there when Madam Veronica broke the news that I would be a private escort to the one and only—Darius Blackwood. I noticed the way her face lit up, then slowly shifted to an unreadable expression, as if she had just realized the news was meant fo

Jolene’s POVI wanted to move away, to run, to scream. But my legs betrayed me. I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet, and fell hard onto the pavement. The man stood tall in front of me, staring down ominously. His face was unreadable behind those dark lenses. And for a moment, I swore I saw a glint of metal in his hand. "Are you alright, Miss?" The strange man went down on one knee to help me get back on my feet. The hostility I had felt toward him slowly dissipated, replaced by confusion. "I'm sorry, I must have startled you," he said. He took off his glasses and wore a wide smile—it looked genuine. "I didn't mean to frighten you." "I'm fine. I'm fine," I said, dusting the dirt off my clothes. I was still scared, wary of this man who stood before me. But his kind gesture put me at ease—just a little. "I'm sorry. My nam