Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Skai’s POV The sun slipped quietly through the thin white curtain, forming golden streaks on the bedspread, and a few rays scattered on the floor. The whole appearance gave the room a soft glow.The hotel felt a bit like home. Giovanni’s house was the exact opposite. The corners had seen more blood spills, like somewhere humans weren't supposed to live. I missed my apartment. I had slept like a log without any feeling of attack at midnight.I walked freely without guards armed loaded and cocked rifles. No sitting behind the monitors, checking for strange movements from Luca's men. For the short while, I felt peace. Just for the meantime. There were dogs growling like they craved human meats.I ripped my eyes open; the first thing that came to my mind was my last mission. I've never tried it, and it felt like a test. One that could cost my life.The world is not a wish-granting factory, and no one would fulfil all of my wishes. I would have liked to stay back in Egypt. To grant these

Skai's POV My back pressed against the hard door, feeling like broken bottles were buried in it. My intercostal muscles hit against my ribs. Sweat broke on my forehead, back and chest, staining my satin nightwear as it clung to my skin – itching. As if that wasn't enough, my phone vibrated. Every nerve of my body pitched on high alert. The boots sounded on every corner down the stairs. Giovanni might have arrived at any time – to my detriment. I didn't hear the sound of the gates. The mansion was too big to listen to external sounds. “Who is there?” The voice thundered, and I shrieked, recognising who it was. It was one of his men who didn't like me and wouldn't hesitate to throw me into a deep grave. I imagined a boat sailing in the middle of a sea. After a while, the water became violent, raging. The tides moved up and down. The boat struggled for a while but, at the end, it turned upside down. The flag resting on the surface of the window is drowning slowly. It'd still resur

Skai For reasons known to me and the guard, he had been stealing glances and trying to be nice. I just smile or nod in return. On a weekend, I sat on a chair on the lawn after my morning run, breathing heavily with my head thrown back . Footsteps approached, and I saw him. Inside of me, I was expecting whatever he had to say and welcomed him with a smile. He finally gathered the courage to walk up to me- at the right place. “Here to confess, huh?” I said to myself. He walked closer, and I sat upright, placing the plastic of water beside me. “Can I sit?” “Here”, I patted the chair, and he sat down. “Sorry about the issue that happened the other day.” “It's fine. Misconception happens.” “I wanted to ask if the boss checked the footage.” He cleared his throat. “No, since it was Carlo. He's his son. So it wasn't necessary.” “Did you?” His tone conveying a bit of fear. “Yes, I did.” I looked at him. “What did you see?” He swallowed. “Everything”, my voice clippe

Skai He called one of the guards, “Everybody should report here now.” I strolled to the living room, trying to shake myself out of my destructive thoughts. A thought of him killing as many as the number of people involved with Luca. A thought of seeing people alive minutes ago, now lying in a pool of blood – cold and lifeless. Domestic workers, his men and everyone else trooped into the living room. His fingers still wrapped around the almost empty glass of whisky. A whiff of alcohol, mixed with his cologne suspended in the air like a cloud. His index finger grazed the bottom of the glass. Pacing the living room, I read the emotions flashing through his eyes – confusion first, then anger and finally burning rage. I sandwiched myself in between them, avoiding his direct gaze. The workers around me had shaky lips and trembling fingers. A few maintain hard expressions as if they've seen this happen. He looked up sharply as if on impulse, “Which one of you betrayed me?” “Sp

Skai Days passed; the whole mansion had been quiet with the new development. The extra vigilance of the boss cracked me up, maybe not only me. I and any people that have extra missions here. He requested for footage almost every day, sits behind the monitor with me at times if he's not working, or he'd ask for the overview later. My missions came to a pause, not a halt. I would never stop until I see the end of my parents' killers. It was the last thing on my mind before I went o bed and the first thing that woke me up. It seemed impossible – defeating the both of them at once. Juliano could help if I opened up, but in what way? I was alone and he lives comfortably - two different worlds. Sometimes I rethought my decisions and blamed myself for getting into it. Every thought raised questions that kept me going – in search for the truth. How could I know the person behind my misfortune and let him live a free life? “Sophia”, Giovanni snapped, looking into my eyes searching fo