Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 8

Roy quickly said, "Mr. Bolton, I've hired over a hundred expert divers and thousands of boatmen. We've done a thorough search from the incident site to downstream, but there's still no sign of Mrs. Bolton." Only then did the tight furrow on Luke's brow relax. He leaned back in his chair, a contemptuous smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "What did I tell you? She's always been good at putting on a show. That's enough-tell everyone to come back, there's no need to keep looking." Roy still seemed a bit uneasy. "Éven if Mrs. Bolton didn't commit suicide, she's still missing. What if"

"She's probably just hiding out somewhere, throwing a tantrum. No need to worry. Once she's done sulking, she'll come back."

After hanging up the phone, Luke stared at the picture of us on his desk, lost in thought.

It was taken when I was 17, right after we played tennis together. The sun was shining, and I was smiling so brightly.

I could see the nostalgia in Luke's eyes.

How laughable. Nostalgia? For the old me?

The very person who took my smile away was him-my executioner!

"Luke!" Anna's voice interrupted.

She locked the door behind her and sat straight onto Luke's lap.

push her away. "Anna, stop

me so many times last night. You obviously love

his arm, her breath warm against his ear. "This is the room Chloe used to live in. Doesn't that make

Both of you,

rage boiling inside me, but they acted as if they

though. Instead, there was

we agreed-just last night

anyone. It's not like you're losing out on

she spoke, she grabbed Luke's hand and placed it

last night. Instead, he pushed

have something to take

my body was forced to

sullen expression that made

pity

hear it, but I could clearly see her lips

was definitely

was Anna who

pounce on her and make her pay, but I couldn't get closer than nine feet away from