A Lovely Obsession ( Billionaire Romance Novel )

Chapter 25

Nora's POV:-

" Nora, are you alright?" I hear my grandmother's cry.

In my head, a voice asks a question. Even after knowing all of this, idiot girl will you still give Derek the benefit of the doubt?

He and his grandfather are two separate people; the naive lovestruck girl in me is still trying to defend Derek. But I can't believe her anymore. Derek confessed to his crime in front of me in the car. And now I am learning from my grandmother that his grandfather was a cold-blooded murderer.

My parents couldn't care less about what I did. My mother passed away before I turned thirteen anyway and my father just left me and my sister to be raised by our grandfather.

Derek's words ring inside my head. The very psycho who did this to my grandmother raised him. He must have turned him into a monster like him. Yet as this thought crosses my mind a part of me wonders what a nightmarish childhood Derek and his sister must have had.

I hear a few shrieks then delicate hands trying to lift me up and I look up into the terrified faces of my sisters.

"Nora, should we call the doctor?" Nigella asks me gently.

"No, I am okay." I say hoarsely.

"Can someone please tell us what is going on? What has happened to you two? Has someone died or something?" Nadine looks anxiously from me to Grandma.

Yes, someone has died. The carefree, somewhat happy woman that I had become. And with her died all the love, the trust, the hopefulness in her heart. In her place was only a shell of a woman who was just numb.

I look at grandma. She looks so exhausted and she's struggling to form a sentence just staring helplessly at her granddaughters.

" We are going to Laura's Dale," I say decisively.

" We need to act quickly. Nadine you need to take care of packing things with grandma. Nigella I need you to help me find someplace we can rent on the Internet. I promise I will explain everything." I say getting up.

Grandma looks surprised. I guess she didn't expect that I would agree so easily. But after everything that she has told me I don't feel like refusing her. Am I sure running away is the right decision? Not really.

There's no guarantee that Derek won't be able to find us there. But if this decision brings my grandmother some peace of mind or gives her a sense of security then I am going to go with it. I can't imagine the sort of PTSD that she must suffer from.

If I knew the whole truth maybe I would have taken her warnings to stay away from Derek more seriously. Then I wouldn't have had all those memories of him. As I think this my heart squeezes painfully.

My heart still hasn't got the message that everything that happened between me and Derek was the worst tragedy to happen to me after the death of my parents.

I open the internet and force myself to browse the internet about Simon Miller. What I see leaves me devastated. He was a father of two kids, a boy and a girl aged 8 and 11. There was even a photo on the internet of him with his wife celebrating their wedding anniversary.

He didn't seem like someone who was involved in criminal activities. I needed to accept the fact that there was no excuse for what Derek did. He had no moral values, no principles.

The only reason why he spared my life the night of the ball was probably because he thought I wasn't threatening enough to be worth the effort.

Then I hear shouting from the living room. I scramble out of my room wondering what the hell was going on.