Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge with the billionaire's secret babies.: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

“Where is he?” Amanda said as soon as she got into the hospital. Her eyes darted from one nurse to another. Oh God, she was definitely sick and tired of the hospital. The walls and everything reminds her of the sick memory and trauma.“Who are you asking of?” One of the nurses replied and immediately she started to adjust the computer probably to check out the name she would call out.“Umm… it's Lucien white.” That name didn't need to be searched; they knew exactly who she was searching for but there was a problem. “Oh! Umm you can't see him right now ma'am.” The nurse said,her expression transitioning between tension and fear. What was she hiding?“What do you mean I can't see him? Somebody from this hospital called me and told me to check up on him since I was the only one in his contact saved contact Please” Her eyes welled as she spoke. There was something about the emotions she was showing, as if she wasn't the same person who was heartbroken and angry.“I can't do that ma'am. P

Soon but not so fast Amanda was in California. The air in California carried a strange duality golden warmth wrapped in an undercurrent of restlessness. The sun seemed brighter here, pouring itself generously over palm-lined streets, turning glass windows into mirrors of fire and ocean waves into liquid light. The breeze smelled faintly of salt and citrus, sometimes carrying the dry whisper of desert dust, other times the cool kiss of the Pacific.But at the same time it held strangeness. This place healed her but she never felt it as home. It was laced with danger and hidden Truth.“Where would we be starting from ma'am.” Curtis, who was the detective, was questioned. His face seemed serious, and his energy gave off. I am here to work and I am capable.“We will start off by resting.” Amanda said as she stopped in front of the hotel she usually booked. She didn't want to go to her house here in California. A hotel was safer.Curtis nodded and made the courtesy to lead her in, while he

Amanda didn't know what to say, but she did hope for one thing. She hoped it wouldn't have gotten to that level.“How do you know so much about this Curtis?” If he were a doctor she wouldn't be asking this.His eyes suddenly narrowed, “it's just because umm……” he hesitated. This was work and he shouldn't border her with his problem right? He was here to help her.“It's just my mother had that disorder, and they come out when something triggers them to. The personality usually identifies themselves with colours. Black, blue and orange. When she is black, I am usually happy, but orange….”He paused, taking a deep breath. “When she is orange I get abused verbally, she is always drunk. And as blue, she only behaves like a child. It was so difficult to keep up with those personalities. I got tired and wired.”He then stopped speaking. “That's all Amanda. But I got over it now. She died. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. You could clearly see he was burning inside but he chose to clo

Amanda arrived at the building and it was gigantic.The White family’s mansion looked like something plucked straight from a glossy magazine yet weighed down with centuries of history. The gates were made of tall wrought iron.As soon as they were at the gate a guard came out and Amanda showed her invitation card. She made sure she looked non-challant as possible. The guard then looked at her face and immediately he let the gates open. It almost seemed as if her face was the pass card.The gates swing open revealing a sweeping driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and marble statues that seemed to watch every movement. The mansion itself rose proudly at the end, a blend of old world and modern designs.Wide stone steps leading up to towering white pillars, massive glass windows reflecting the sunlight like mirrors, and a fountain in the center of the courtyard where water danced in elegant arcs."Woah! This is screaming luxury, in my entire life on earth I've never seen somethi

Amanda didn't understand what she was hearing. Because nobody talked about someone getting married.The event was taking another turn. It made her start to tremble and her chest tightened as if invisible drums were pounding against her ribs. Each thud was louder than the last fast, frantic, almost desperate. She pressed a hand to her sternum, half-afraid the wild rhythm might break free, betraying her panic to everyone around. The sound of her own pulse filled her ears, drowning out voices, footsteps, even her own breath.Just as she was standing the same man in the mask and a lady stepped outside and got on the stage. They stood so close to each other. Amanda couldn't recognize the lady but she could swear that the man had the same exact body structure as Lucien.But… but people do have the same body types right? She asked herself, maybe trying to tell herself that he wasn't the one or trying to make herself feel better. Please welcome my son Lucien white and his beloved fiance Bianc