All Chapters of After My Murder, Three Billionaire Became Obsessed With Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In this part of the city, the clearest thing was darkness. Darius drove into what seemed like an abandoned manor, his car headlights cutting through the blackness to create a path for his vision. He had no idea what he was getting himself into when he decided to turn his vehicle and head toward this location. Immediately he got the address, he didn't think at all—or maybe he did, and it was all about Jolene, because he didn't pause to ponder the ominous nature of the location. His car came to a slow halt as it approached the building that sat under the evening light. It was old, rundown, as if the people who had lived here had moved out ages ago. He stared at the location on his screen, his eyes darting back toward the building before him. He had his doubts, but he needed to find out. Darius stepped out of his car, observing the environment. He left his headlights on to ensure he wasn't out of sight. From where he stood, he had a perfect land

Jolene’s POVLara. The name felt heavy as it rolled off his tongue, as if she had been a part of him that was forcibly cut off. I understood how it felt to have something taken away from you, making you feel helpless and—lost. I wasn't an expert in psychology, but I knew the best thing I could do right now was to stay calm and listen to whatever he said. I had no idea who I was with in this room, all alone, far from the eyes and ears of others. But if anything was going to go down, it would be me. There were signs. The absence of the mole. His kindness. His flirtatious attitude. The way he made me feel wanted. But I ignored it all, telling myself that maybe this was just a good night. I'd say I ignored my instincts that had warned me—in fact, clawed at me every minute I was with him. He stood there, his figure tall and intimidating. Water, or sweat—I don't know—slowly dripped down his hair as his eye

Jolene’s POVI didn't know how, but I knew we were already in the hospital. I didn't care to know what happened to Chris. All that mattered was that I was here, and I wanted Ryan to be okay—for me. I paced back and forth in the hallway, oblivious to Darius, who stood by one of the chairs in the waiting area, refusing to sit as if the chair was filthy or unworthy to grace his presence. The thought of Ryan filled my mind. I cried to the universe, begging them to ensure that nothing happened to him. "Jolene," Darius said, pausing. "Can you stop pacing around?" His voice in my ears felt like thorns pricking against my skin. I didn't know why, but all the emotions—anger, confusion, and anxiety—I had in me, I channeled toward him. "Don't you have some explaining to do?" I asked. "Like what?" Darius asked. His question irritated me. I was beyond livid at this point. He must have known about everything—espec

Jolene’s POVHow many days was it again? Two. No, three days. I had lost count on the second day. It had been three days now, and still, Ryan hadn't woken up from his sleep. The doctor later informed us that he had slipped into a coma. I couldn't leave him here all alone—he needed someone by his side. The strangest thing was that it had been three days, but no one came to visit. No one came looking for him, as if his family had totally abandoned him. Maybe I was wrong. I didn't really know what to think. My gaze fell back to Ryan, my hands holding onto his as I wiped him with the washcloth. His face had turned pale, his lips were chapped, his hair was a gentle mess. I moved the washcloth gently up his hands, back to his palm, as I cleaned his nails. The door swung open. Darius was standing outside. He had visited every day. I didn't know why he was here—maybe he wanted to see me, or to know how Ryan

Jolene’s POVThe next thing Madam Veronica said left me numb. I honestly didn't know what to expect when her call came in. Even after I picked up, I still wasn't sure what she was going to say. Maybe ask me about Darius? About the penthouse? About the contract? It was none of it. What she said was far beyond what I had imagined. "Your mother," Madam Veronica said. She paused. I hate when people do this—when they pause when breaking news, as if giving time for the receiver to process their emotions. And right now, I didn't ask for that. I wanted to know what was wrong, not a dramatic irony. I didn't need a commercial break. I needed information. "Is she fine?" I asked, my eyes darting toward Ryan, who lay on the hospital bed before I lifted my gaze to nowhere in particular. "She has been admitted into Blakes International Hospital. I think it will be better if you get to find out what's wrong in perso