The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 80

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80 Chapter 80 Cut From The Same Cloth

Blanche’s POV Y

I could practically see the wheels spinning in Nicholas’s mind, but I wasn’t about to waste time with explanations.

“Where are they?” I cut straight to business.

Nicholas picked up on my shift in energy immediately.

Back when I was constantly trailing after Zain, I’d been all smiles and eager to please with everyone around him.

Now, despite the ice in my eyes, Nicholas seemed more comfortable with this version of me.

Still, when I posed my question, he wavered.

Since he wasn’t flat–out refusing, I locked eyes with him. “I’m dead serious. This is life or death. Extremely urgent.”

Nicholas couldn’t grasp what was happening, but the desperation in my gaze was crystal clear.

Finally, he gestured toward the hotel. “They’re down at the beach, behind the hotel.”

I didn’t spare Nicholas another glance, though I managed a quick, “Thanks.”

Then I headed straight for the hotel.

I didn’t mention who I was seeking. I simply requested a room with beach access.

Once I secured the room, I made a direct path to the beach behind the hotel.

The moment I stepped outside, I spotted Drew by the bonfire, drinking solo and looking thoroughly miserable.

A short distance away, the trio appeared like the perfect family unit, all cozy and content.

The second I appeared, Joanna noticed me and alerted Zain and Carry.

But I ignored them completely. I walked straight up to Drew and said, “Drew, you coming to talk to me privately, or are we handling this

right here?”

I’d never addressed one of Zain’s friends with such directness before.

Drew shrugged dismissively, barely acknowledging me as a threat. “Talk about what? We’ve got nothing to discuss.”

My voice hardened. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know what you did.”

“Haven’t got a clue.” Drew lifted his chin defiantly. His eyes sparkled with arrogance and condescension.

I’d reached my breaking point. I grabbed Nicholas’s half–empty wine glass and hurled the contents right into Drew’s face.

Zain, Carry, and Joanna all witnessed me douse Drew with red wine.

Carry froze for several seconds, then charged over, her face burning with fury.

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“Mom, why did you do that to Mr. Stewart?”

My daughter’s voice was thick with revulsion as she confronted me.

From her expression, it was clear Carry was prepared to defend Drew.

I didn’t respond. I just studied my daughter with bitter amusement.

Carry commanded, “Mom, you need to apologize to Mr. Stewart immediately.”

The words tumbled out before I could stop them, “Then I’d rather not even call you my daughter.”

But before I could finish, Zain interrupted, “Blanche-”

His voice cut through, stopping me before I could say something truly damaging.

Zain approached me and Drew, while Joanna quickly pulled Carry away from the brewing confrontation.

The ocean vista was breathtaking, and the breeze was soft, but none of us were in any state to enjoy it.

Zain focused on me and said, “Don’t say anything cruel in front of Carry.”

His tone was frigid, and his anger was obvious.

But I wasn’t about to let his mood influence mine.

I looked at him with dark humor in my eyes.

“Cruel? Me?”

Zain confirmed, “Yes.”

Drew, still dripping with wine, looked ready to explode, but with Zain intervening, he stayed quiet and kept dabbing his face with tissues.

The staff, reading the room, quickly disappeared.

Only Zain, Drew, and I remained on the beach.

I glared at Zain, my voice bitter with resentment. “Why didn’t you respond to my messages?”

Zain frowned and replied, “I didn’t see them.”

I let out a harsh laugh. “Didn’t see them? Or did you choose to ignore me?”

Zain maintained, “I didn’t see them”

The answer to that question was irrelevant anyway.

So I changed direction “You know what happened with Demetrius, right?”

Zain kept his expression stone–cold. “I have better things to do than get involved in that kind of mess.”

I gave him a doubtful look. “Is that right?”

With that, I stepped back, my gaze moving between Zain and Drew, searching for any hint of support.

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Finally, I gave a bitter laugh. “Guess you’re all cut from the same cloth.”

Zain and Drew were friends, and I’d been stupid enough to believe Zain might ever take my side against Drew.

But I’d forgotten that I was the one who mattered least to all of them.

Not only would Zain never stand with me, even Carry wouldn’t support me.

What was the point of saying anything at all?

I turned and walked away, only to collide with Nicholas.

Nicholas called out desperately, “Ms. Callum?”

I didn’t hear him, and even if I had, I wouldn’t have looked back.

Zain’s POV

Once Blanche left the hotel, I heard Nicholas snap at Drew, his frustration obvious. “Drew, you really went too far with Demetrius.”

I narrowed my eyes, turning to Nicholas. “What exactly did he do to Demetrius?”

Remembering how furious Blanche had just been, I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable tension in my chest.

‘Really? Does Demetrius mean that much to her? Enough that she’d lash out at Carry just for him?‘ I wondered.

Blanche’s POV

The next day, I returned to Oakwood.

Still no contact from Demetrius, and my anxiety was mounting. So I drove to his neighborhood.

There were fewer paparazzi than before, but a few were still hanging around.

Demetrius’s house looked even worse than last time. The windows were more damaged, and the place was covered in all kinds of

garbage, the smell nearly overwhelming.

I couldn’t get inside, and I had no idea if Demetrius was even there.

I sat in my car for ages, when suddenly I heard my car door being jerked open.

I turned to see Vincent’s familiar, arrogant face. He had that rough, dangerous appeal that somehow made him even more attractive.

One smile from him could probably make any woman’s pulse race.

I glanced at him briefly before quickly looking away.

Vincent frowned, his voice thick with jealousy. “What’s got you so distracted? Who are you thinking about?”

As he spoke, Vincent leaned closer to me, his intense eyes fixed on me like he could penetrate my thoughts.

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I had one hand on the steering wheel, my wrist completely bare–no bracelet, nothing. Vincent noticed it, and for a moment, his smirk

wavered. But he recovered instantly.

Vincent reached over and circled his fingers around my wrist, chuckling softly, “I’ve given you so many bracelets, and not one ever made

it onto your wrist?”

I wasn’t really listening to what Vincent was saying, and I didn’t care about his games.

But unconsciously, I couldn’t help thinking about Vincent’s influence; he was the only one who could truly match Zain.

1 spun around so quickly I almost ended up face–to–face with Vincent.

For a moment, my cheeks flushed, but I tried to play it cool. “Can you help me find Demetrius?”

Vincent’s heart was racing. My lips had nearly touched his, and his ears burned instantly.

But in front of me, he acted completely composed. Even though his palms were damp with sweat.

Without hesitation, Vincent said, “Sure thing”

I was about to thank him when Vincent interrupted, “But you have to promise me one thing.”

I swallowed my gratitude before it could escape.

“Okay, what is it?” I said without missing a beat.

Vincent leaned in, his eyes meeting mine, voice low and provocative. “Sleep with me for one night.”

I’d already seen through this kind of manipulation before.

So I got straight to the point, “Alright, what’s your actual condition? What do you really want?”

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