My Ex Wants Me Back With Blood Money のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Brenda Marsh, Adriana Hampton's secretary, was left speechless by my words. Her expression darkened."Isaac Graham, don't be so ungrateful! You should be thanking your lucky stars that Ms. Hampton is even willing to give you a hand!""Whoa, what's all this about?"The store manager, Mr. Joey Finley, heard the commotion and hurried out from behind the shelves. With a placating smile, he pressed a bottle of beer into Brenda's hand."Hey now, gorgeous, no need to get so worked up. Isaac's been going through some family issues lately and hasn't been in the best of moods. Please don't take it personally."Besides, that card is way too valuable. He's genuinely afraid to accept it, like it might bring him bad luck or something."As he spoke, he stepped in front of me to shield me.Brenda disdainfully shoved away the beer Mr. Finley offered and let out a contemptuous snort."Ms. Hampton's sentiments were conveyed. It's Isaac who was stupid enough to turn it down. Some people just don't

Before I could open the door, Adriana caught me by the wrist."Isaac, stop acting like a child."She pulled a key card from her handbag and pressed it into my palm."Come back with me. This is for a penthouse downtown. I've already had it cleaned and ready. You and Mrs. Graham can move in tonight. I had my reasons for what happened back then. I'm back now so I can give you both a good life. I'll pay off all your debts."I flung my hand back as if I'd touched something filthy.The key card clattered to the ground.Meeting her gaze, I said emphatically, "Adriana, we don't need your charity. We've had nothing to do with you ever since you stole that 300 thousand dollars."At the mention of 300 thousand dollars, Adriana's expression darkened. She thought I was keeping score."300 thousand dollars? Isaac, what if I pay you back 30 million dollars now? Would that be enough?" She let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of contempt."You'd rather rot in a place not even a dog would live i

Adriana stared at that thin sheet of paper on the desk. The shock in her eyes twisted slowly into fury, as if she had been played for a fool.She shot to her feet and swept the death certificate off the desk.The paper fluttered through the air and landed beside her expensive high heels, like the inconsequential snow on the night Mom passed away."Isaac!" She gritted her teeth, her voice barely containing the rage boiling beneath it. "Mrs. Graham's health problems weren't that severe. How could she be gone over a few hundred thousand dollars?"You'd go so far as to forge a death certificate just to get back at me for leaving and to keep me from seeing her? Cursing your own mother to death? That's your idea of being a devoted son? When did you become so vicious?"Watching her hysterically trying to deny it, I felt strangely calm. I neither defended myself nor screamed.I simply bent down to pick up the death certificate. Then, I carefully brushed off the dust before slipping it ba

Just as the scar-faced man was about to pry open the lid, a black Maybach came crashing through the trash cans and barreled straight into the alley.Its front end slammed hard into a van, sending the thugs scattering in every direction.Adriana jumped out of the car, her eyes bloodshot. She was gripping a golf club and swinging it like a madwoman.Right behind her, two hulking bodyguards in black suits leaped out of the back seat. In seconds, they had the thugs pinned to the ground and beaten to the pulp."Who gave you the right to hurt him or touch Mrs. Graham?"Adriana's expensive dress was splattered with mud. She even tore off her high heels and slammed one hard against the scar-faced man's head.Only after the bodyguards had the situation under control did she finally stop. Trembling, she pulled a checkbook out of her bag. Then, she scribbled a figure and flung it in the scar-faced man's face."Take the money and get lost! If I ever see you anywhere near Isaac again, I'll h

But no one answered me.The van sped through the streets and finally pulled up in front of a familiar villa.The moment I saw it, the blood in my veins ran cold. This was where my family had lived before we went bankrupt. It had held my entire childhood.The front door swung open, and the furnishings inside were exactly as I remembered them.The handwoven rug in the living room, the oil paintings on the walls, and even the little ornament with the chipped corner by the entryway—everything had been restored down to the last detail.Adriana stood at the foot of the staircase. In an attempt to manufacture some false sense of warmth, she wore a white shirt just like the ones from her teenage years.It was as if she believed that by simply recreating the scene, she could erase all the bloody history between us.She smiled and reached out her hand to me, her eyes glittering with an almost desperate hope."Isaac, look. I bought back our home. From now on, you can live here. No more wo