THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS
Chapter 124: HIS HUNTING PAST

Chapter 124: HIS HUNTING PAST

Harlow stared at the man before her, eyes narrowed. In the past, she never recalled Alanis being this playful, all she remembered was that cold eyes whenever she was near. He wouldn’t look at her and even when he did accidentally, he had the look of disgust on his face.

He was too blinded by Claudia’s games and would always blame her for being so misunderstanding and manipulative.

"You need help?" Alanis asked, breaking her thoughts with his trademark smirk. "You’re staring so hard, it almost feels like you want to put more." Harlow frowned at his words.

"In your dreams," she snapped, arms crossed.

"Don’t you think you’re demanding too much from me Mr Hamilton?" She asked. "You already stated my punishment and I don’t think kissing you was a part of it." She said.

"Of course, it’s a part of it. My injuries can only stop hurting if you kiss me." He whined like a six year old and Harlow almost scoffed so loudly. She couldn’t believe this bossy demon could be so sassy.

"If you don’t, I’ll be forced to parade it even more to everyone."

"Fine!" A kiss wouldn’t harm her, and it would never change the fact that she hated him and would never love him. Harlow held both sides of his collar and pulled him close. She stood on her fingers as she pressed her lips against his.

Harlow didn’t waste any time talking to him. She picked his band cincture and tied it around his waist, hiding her handiwork on his body.

"You can leave now," Harlow said.

"My hair is still so wet." Alanis stared down at her.

"What are you a five-year-old? Even Alex wouldn’t be this dumb." He froze. Harlow was just too fed up with everything going on. Even if dead, her son never gave her so much brain and physical stress in just one morning. She was too upset to notice the shock on the face of the man before her.

"Alex, is he another new man of yours?" She turned to him with a deep frown on her face.

"What if he is, what would you do? Kill him like you did before?" She rolled her eyes at him.

Is this woman his wife from the past?

Did she relive this life too?

Is this his Harlow?

"Alex, I don’t recall killing any Alex, or even meeting anyone named Alex." She glared at him, held his wrist, and dragged him into the closet.

"I’ll call my doctor and ask him to come check on you later in the day. Make sure you’re available." Harlow said staring at his reflection through the mirror.

She plugged in the hair dryer and started using it on his hair. Alanis’s hair texture reminded her so much of her baby boy. Soft, thick black. She smiled, but that smile quickly faltered.

Who knew one day she would be this close to a man she had longed to be with for ten years? Who knew in this life Alanis would be the one chasing after her?

"About Alex," Alanis said staring at her. He was quick to notice her mood turn from bad to sour immediately. He didn’t want to believe this was his Harlow, even if she was, was he ready to face her after everything he did?

Was he ready to face the same woman he had hurt to her death?

Will she ever forgive him if she found out he was him? The man from her past. The man she despised so much?

Was she really his Harlow?

"Stop worrying yourself over something that doesn’t exist anymore. It’s now a made-up story." She turned off the dryer and placed it back on the table.

"You’re all set, now don’t pester me anymore."

Alanis got up and turned to his wife with a smile. Maybe he’s overthinking things, this is not his past wife. It’s not even possible. He was still trying to understand why he was back to his last and now this.

Maybe her past self somehow connects with the present? He sighed and walked back into the bedroom with his wife railing behind him.

As he walked away, robe flowing behind him, Harlow slumped onto the bed, her face buried in her hands. How had her life turned into this mess?

This is all Lay’s fault, oh she swears to kill that girl when next she finds her. She’ll make sure to bury her with her own hands.

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When Alanis arrived in the lounge, he was greeted by his mother who was waiting patiently for him. Garth couldn’t tell what was wrong with her son, but she knew she had to be very careful this time when dealing with him.

Alanis must have had a little fling with that stupid girl and is only acting out again.

"What do you want?" He asked as he sat on the sofa.

"Son, it’s been more than a week since Mother punished Lia and she has refused to release her." Garth started. If her daughter wasn’t banned from entering the Villa anymore, she would never have been insulted by that crazy psychopath.

Lia and George would have fought for her. She knows her children would have.

She had thought she could trust Alanis, but it seemed he wasn’t trusted at all.

"You should be telling that to her and not me. Lia and George deserve whatever punishment they are facing." Alanis said coldly.

"They’re your siblings, Alanis, how could be so heartless to them?" Garth asked. "You know Lia and George loved so dearly, you want to punish them because of that woman."

"My wife has nothing to do with this."

"Ah, Garth, Alanis," Charlotte called sweetly.

"You two are together, then I’m here at the right time." She said.

"We were just talking about your mother," Garth said staring at the woman. "When are you going to free Lia from her punishment? My daughter has suffered enough." Garth said.

"Freeing that lousy daughter of yours is not my problem Garth." Grandma Hamilton waved her off.

"She is your granddaughter," Garth argued.

"Yes, one that needs more punishment so that she can remember her place. I’m so glad Harlow is home, now, make sure you produce as many grandchildren as you can for me. Make up for the loss of my first grandchild. Oh, how I miss him." Alanis froze again.

What was really happening?

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