Chapter 156
Chapter 156:
“Felicity.” Latest content published on.net
“Oscar? Where are you? You don’t sound good p>
“My apartment’s been ransacked. I’m staying with a friend. I need you to arrange a call with Bruce Steward and tell him to call me here.
This is a new number. I lost my phone and I need a new one… Please transfer everything there p>
I spoke to Felicity, explaining everything, but she insisted that I rest while she called Bruce herself. I wasn’t in the mood to argue. I was too exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I needed a moment to breathe.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and checked on my bruises.
The slow, aching process of getting dressed was exhausting. My body felt like it was made of stone, every movement causing sharp reminders of the pain. I just wanted to leave Ghazi’s place as soon as I could. I forced myself into the clean clothes that had been laid out for me.
Minutes later, Bruce called, and I gave him Ghazi’s address. He arranged for two of his best men to escort me to one of their safe houses. Not even Felicity knew where it was. Honestly, I just wanted to disappear.
He gave me their names, contact details, and an ETA.
An hour later, they arrived. Ghazi looked pissed that I trusted a stranger instead of him for my security. But I stuck to my decision. Remy put a hand on Ghazi’s arm, trying to calm him.
“Maybe you should let Oscar make his own decisions.
They’re from a reputable security company p>
There was something in Remy’s eyes—understanding, kindness. It was like he knew, like he understood how much it hurt for me to be here. Ghazi still wasn’t happy, but he eventually let me go. He made me promise to call him if I ever needed anything. I didn’t want to drag it out, so I just agreed, even though I knew I’d never ask him for help again.
We were done.
There was no more “us p>
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It was dark by the time I reached the safe house. I stepped inside, and one of the men escorted me to the master bedroom. Everything was arranged. Felicity must’ve taken care of everything—there were clothes, shoes, a laptop, even a new phone. I almost laughed when I saw her note on my laptop, telling me to keep busy.
and get well soon. She surely knew I wouldn’t get bored doing some work from a remote location.
Felicity knew that I was hurt. I had taken photos of my bruised face and chest just to let her inform HR and my team. I told her not to make a big deal out of it and that I wanted them to respect my privacy. She was shocked at first but quickly arranged everything, including my next visit to the doctor for an X-ray.
That night, I lay in the unfamiliar bed, alone. I took another dose of painkillers to help me sleep better. I knew I’d feel sluggish for the next couple of days, but my heart needed to mourn for my loss. He was my first, the only one I truly loved.
The ache still wouldn’t go away. So, when I woke for the second time that night, I took another pill and went back to bed.
The following morning, there was a breakfast tray, but it only reminded me of how Remy used to prepare my meals. I pushed the tray away, took another dose of the pill, and closed my eyes again. Another day passed, more or less the same way.
“Sir, there’s someone here to see you.” A knock at my door woke me up.