All Chapters of After My Murder, Three Billionaire Became Obsessed With Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jolene’s POVI stared at the bags of groceries, my mind racing. If it wasn't Darius, and it wasn't Ryan... Then who? The long line of customers behind me didn't give me time to ponder. I grabbed my groceries and left the supermarket with a quick, "Thank you," to the cashier. My house was only a few blocks away, so I walked. The bags cut into my fingers, heavy with supplies that should have lasted us for a long time. Noon sun beat down on my shoulders, warming the back of my neck. I was hungry. Exhausted. I needed a long rest. I didn't know if my mom was still at home. A part of me felt bad for the way I'd spoken to her this morning, for walking out on her the way I had. But I shouldn't care. She had her own flaws. She always got on my nerves. I entered our apartment and looked around. Empty. My mother wasn't inside, which was odd. She usually stayed indoor

Jolene’s POVI was startled. His hands left my waist. His eyes locked with mine. Silence. My mind raced. Was I bad at kissing? Did he not want me anymore? The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I searched his face for clues, for anything that explained why he'd pulled away from a kiss that had left me breathless. Then his lips parted. He finally said something. "Red looks good on you." He smirked. Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly sagged against him. I wanted to roll my eyes—really? That's what stopped him?—but I was too grateful to be annoyed. This time, he drew me into a deep kiss, his hands pressing firmly against my waist. The kiss consumed me, igniting something raw and primal I didn't know I possessed. In the heat of it, his towel slipped free and fell to the floor. I felt his erection press against my stomach—thick, heavy,

The sleek black car drove through the iron gates of the Blackwood estate. The gates parted automatically, sensing the vehicle's approach as if the estate itself recognized its master's return.A guard stood at attention by the entrance, his hand rising in a salute as the car passed. But Darius Blackwood's gaze remained fixed ahead, his jaw tight, his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel. He didn't acknowledge the man. He didn't acknowledge anything. His mind was elsewhere—consumed by a fire that had been burning since the moment he'd heard the news. The estate came into view as the car rounded the final bend.It was a monument to excess. The entire estate radiated wealth—the kind of old money that didn't need to announce itself.The car came to a stop. A servant rushed forward, pulling open the door with a practiced bow. Darius stepped out without a word. He didn't glance at the servant. He didn't acknowledge the

Jolene’s POVThere was something in his voice—something that made me feel seen. Listening to him on the other end of the phone made me feel safe in a way I couldn't explain.I hesitated, holding back. I didn't know what to say. It would be awkward, calling a man I barely knew to help me in a situation like this. Okay, fine, I did know him a bit. But was that enough to trust him this much?I stood there, the phone pressed against my ear, wondering if I was doing the right thing. The evening cold and the eerie silence surrounding me grounded me in reality."I didn't expect you to call," Ryan said. I could hear the faint clinking of a lighter as he attempted to light his cigarette—or probably something else.I hesitated. "I... I need your help."Ryan let out a loud laugh on the other end. Not the kind of laugh that mocked, but the kind that marked a victory, like he had been waiting for this moment."Anything for you, my Jo

Jolene’s POVI was confused. My face was etched with bewilderment. I could tell Darius had noticed my confusion because his expression had shifted. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was my head playing games on me. But I vividly remembered the mole not being there that night we had sex. He was the one I had slept with. Yet a feeling of dread settled inside me. Darius had never spoken of that night. The way he treated me then felt like he wanted me, but the way he had acted since that day was entirely different. There's no way the man I slept with that night couldn't be Darius. Or did he have a twin brother? That, I wasn't sure of. The thought of the mole still lingered in my mind like the smell of onions clinging to my clothes. "Are you okay?" Darius asked. His eyes searched mine, trying to see if I was still present. "The mole." The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. Maybe I shou