Linda's POVDid this woman just ask me for money? The manager of all the workers of one of the biggest hotels in the country just asked me for money?“You know…as an incentive,” Nora said before giving me a wink. “It’s only fair since I would be putting my job and reputation on the line for you,” She added when she noticed I had not responded yet. Money was not the issue, I had a lot of that in my account. But my problem here was using it. I had a fair share of cash in my name but most of it was from Chris, a lot in his name. He had told me to use any of it if I wanted to but still…after what had happened with him cheating on me, I did not want anything to do with him. “Um…”“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that look
Linda's POVLooking into the forest green eyes of the guy, I found myself a bit flustered, and I could not tell why. Or maybe I could, maybe it was due to the obvious fact that the guy was very attractive. I really don’t get how anyone could reject him. He had it all; the money, the style, the fame, the influence. He was a whole package. “Hello there,” He spoke to me in a smooth voice. It was like listening to soft jazz on a wonderful evening while the gentle breeze blew. I don’t know what I expected him to sound like but I think one thing that I expected was a french accent. But there was none whatsoever. He spoke just like an american. From the way he was speaking, no one could tell he was even French unless they knew him to be. “Hi,” I replied to him, trying my best to be polite. But someone had to tell him, someone had to tell this guy to stop looking at me the way he was. It was really doing something to me. His gaze was so deep and purposeful that I had to look away almos
Linda's POVI knocked on the door lightly for a few more seconds before I finally reached in my uniform for the master key for the rooms I had been assigned to. It was not an actual key but a keycard though, but was somehow called a master key when it was given to me. I placed the object on the scanner and it made a small beep before signaling that the door was unlocked.I then opened the door and stepped into the room. A weird smell was the first thing that greeted me. I scrunched up my nose as I rolled the mop bucket deeper into the place. The smell only got stronger the more I continued walking. My eyes then landed on the bed. Something was under the sheets and it resembled a human. “Hello?” I rang out, trying to wake the person if they were sleeping. This was Mitch’s room so if anyone was actually under there then it must have been him. But I wanted to be professional so I said again, “Sir?” Still, there was no response. I had a bad feeling filling the pits of my belly as I
Linda's POVThis was a setup. It had to be. There I was, sitting in the holding room of the police station, handcuffed to the desk. My eyes were drained from all the crying I had done, and my heart was heavier than a truck full of bricks. No one was in the room with me and I did not know what was going to happen next. I had cried for a lawyer but no one was taking me seriously. My throat was parched and my stomach needed food. I felt so tired; emotionally, mentally, and physically. I still could not believe that Mitch was dead, it shook me to the bones. Every time my mind pushed the image of him lying lifeless on the bed, a shudder would run through me and my heart would skip a beat. I had begged the officers not to disclose any information out to the public and they had assured me that they were not going to do so. I also pleaded with them that I should be the one to tell the news to my brother and Mitch’s family. As for that, they did not give me any promises, but they said t
Chris's POVWe were at the back of a very expensive rental car that I had ordered even before talking to Linda. I was sitting at the right side of the car, by the door, while she sat on the left side, not even giving me a pinch of her attention. I did not mind, or maybe I did. But heck, I did not have any real choice here but to be happy that she had even agreed to the conditions that I had told her about when she was still in the holding cell. She was so adamant about not wanting to be in the same house as me, but after explaining over and over that this was the only way she would be able to get out, she gave in. I wanted to tell her the truth about Meghan, I really did, but I decided to wait until she had calmed down a bit. I hurt her, I really did. I knew that. That was why I was willing to be fully honest and try to gain her trust back, while mending her heart. The car finally came to a stop in the compound of a lovely space, parked right in front of a very luxurious castle-l
Linda's POVI blinked rapidly for a few seconds as I tried to wrap my head around what my husband had just explained. It sounded like he was telling the truth but I was still a bit tentative about believing him. Because what if he was only using this strategy to get me to feel sorry for him and forgive him? But you see here, the thing is that Chris is not that kind of person. He never was. So, let me try to entertain it. “So…you’re trying to tell me that you did not sleep with Meghan?” I asked him. He pursed his lips and then replied, “Please close the door so we can talk properly.”I unfolded my arms on my chest and did what he had asked. “I swear, Chris, if I find out that you’re lying to me, I’m never going to forgive you.” “I am not lying to you. I found out about your plan to go to Iowa weeks ago, but I decided to stay quiet.”“So the whole Meghan thing is not real?” I asked, feeling some hope. My heart was begging for this to be true. He nodded, and then after a few second
Linda's POVMy heart skipped a beat and I looked at Chris. “The police…” I was a bit nervous and I did not know why because I was innocent, I did not kill Mitch. I would never do such a thing!“It’s okay, I will handle it,” He assured me, walking away and closing the distance between him and the door. When he reached it, he opened it and I caught sight of two officers. It was a female and a male officer. They looked very familiar and it did not take long for my brain to remind me that they were the same officers at the scene of Mitch's death. “Hello, officers, how may I help you?” Chris spoke smoothly, not a hint of nervousness in his voice. “This is a visit to confirm that your wife is truly in the house,” The female officer began, peeking into the room and flashing me a stiff smile. “Also, we are here to talk to her.”“I understand you wanting to talk to her and confirm that she is in the house with me, but I do not get why you had to come to the bedroom and could not wait in the
Linda's POVI sniffled dryly and ran my hand through my hair. All the evidence was truly pointing to me, but I knew that I did not kill my ex. “Yes, Mitch and I had an argument but that does not mean that I had him killed.”“Exactly…she and I had an argument too, I’m not dead, am I?” Chris chirped in, making his point. Zane sighed. “I know, I know. But the thing here is that we have enough evidence to have you locked up. That’s just the truth.” He was talking to me. “And if not for your husband here, you would have been behind bars, dear.” He chuckled to himself faintly. “Evidence or not, I didn't do it.” “Evidence or not?” Zane scoffed the words out. “Okay, you know what? Let’s get this thing over with.” He glanced at his partner, gesturing for her to stand up as he did. “We are going to ask you one last time, did you or did you not kill your ex?”“And just to add, if you admit to it, you might get a lighter sentence. The judge would take that into consideration,” The female offi