Semua Bab Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The door swung open with force as Simon stormed out. His eyes locked on me and he grabbed my wrist, eyes burning with anger. “You were listening?” My mind raced. With how pissed he sounded at Sierra and how I'm connected to Curtis who he has clear issues with, the truth wouldn't save me. Sierra would probably try to bail me out, but that would only cause more problems between them, and I didn't want to be responsible for that. Swallowing my pride, I decided to do the only thing I could think of. I went limp, my eyes glazing over as I swayed from side-to-side. “Water… water…” I mumbled. Simon froze, his brows knitted together in bewilderment. “Is she…?” Sierra trailed. I dragged my feet, leaving the room as I mumbled words incoherent to myself, mimicking the sluggish steps of a sleepwalker. I was nearly at the door when I heard Simon's heavy footsteps behind me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Belle comforted me. “Honestly, I'm not surprised by their actions. Why didn't you send someone in your stead when you already expected that?” I sniffed, blowing my nose—now red from blowing it all morning. “I wanted to see it to the end, and… I hoped they had changed. Anyway, that's enough about them.” I sat up, facing her, my expression shifting to a more serious one. “I didn't come here to cry about them.” “Okay… this sounds really serious. Did something else happen?” Her voice was filled with worry. I shook my head, unsure of how to bring it up. “It has to do with yours and Curtis' plans, right?” I nodded slowly, playing with my fingers. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why do I feel like it has to do with me?” “Well. It does…” I paused. “You can always refuse it though… except the bodyguard! I won't be at rest knowing someone—” “Hold up!” She held up a finger. “A bodyguard? For me?” She arched her brow. “Yes! For you. And i

I'm meeting her parents tomorrow. I let out a laugh as I paced across my room, trying to figure out a way to escape it but I couldn't come up with anything. It was bound to happen soon, but I wasn't expecting it to be so soon—but it only makes sense considering the daughter they thought was dead suddenly came back. I went through everything Curtis had told me about Marcella. Although he said I shouldn't try to act like Marcella and just be me, it sounded like advice I shouldn't take. We're talking about family. If there's anything who'd immediately point me out as a fake? It was them.What would I say when we met? How was I supposed to react? Was I supposed to hug them or be hesitant? A knock on the door broke me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hurriedly rushed over to open the door. “Curtis. Thank—” My words caught in my throat and the colour drained from my face. “Simon…” I chuckled nervously, contemplating shutting the door in his face

Amber’s Pov I exhaled sharply, twisting just in time to dodge the instructor’s punch aimed at my ribs before throwing a punch aimed at her face, but I missed. Too slow. Again. She didn't even look impressed. I couldn't tell what she was thinking anyway. I clenched my jaw, shifting my weight. If speed wasn’t working, maybe unpredictability would. I feinted left before throwing a sharp kick toward her side. But before my foot even got close, she caught my ankle mid-air and threw me to the floor. “Too slow.” Her voice was like her face—devoid of any emotion. I groaned, staring at the ceiling. “If you keep throwing me around, I’ll never learn how to actually win a fight.” “Then stop being easy to throw,” she said, completely unbothered. I exhaled through my nose. This lady was impossible. I thought learning to fight would be fun, but after three weeks of being thrown around like some toy, it didn't seem so fun anymore. Worse still, it didn't look like I'd improved at all

“We haven't left for the event and these heels are already killing me.” She grumbled before kicking them off. “I'll wear them when we arrive there,” she said as she picked the heels and slipped her legs into furry slippers. There goes the magic. It really was impossible to mistake her for Marcella. “We should get going.” I announced. Turning to Belle, I gave a slight tilt of the head as I set the glass down. “Thank you for the juice.” Without waiting for a response, I headed for my car with Amber following behind me, muttering incoherent words. The drive to the venue was long and quiet—at least, after Amber dozed off halfway through. Her head rested against the window, lips slightly parted, one arm dangling over her stomach while the other hung limp by her side. Hardly the picture of elegance. At some point, she mumbled something under her breath and shifted, her forehead pressing against