Chapter 184 Author’s POV. As soon as the stick hit Ryan's head, his white eyeball turned a dangerous red. He glared at May as if she had caused the hit. May shivered in fear, not understanding Ryan's gaze. his was burning with anger, and his jaw was clenched tightly. He turned suddenly back and saw the person who had hit him with the stick it was one of the robbers. Even before Ryan stood up, the robber was already shaking like a leaf. Ryan's face twisted in rage, and he stood up, his movements swift and menacing. Ryan twisted the robber's hand to the back, snatching a loud groan from him. "Please let me go!" the man screamed, his voice trembling with fear. But Ryan wasn't listening. He twisted the hand to his satisfaction, his eyes was blazing with fury, he pushed the man away and the man rolled on the floor, gasping for breath, his face was twisted with in pain. "Are you okay?" May's voice echoed, tears staining her lashes. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her face was pale.
Chapter 185 Author’s POV Bryan inhaled loudly, dropping his phone annoyingly on the table and rubbing his palm on his forehead. He wasn't pleased with the call he just got from his dad. He had a lot of work to do and had planned to close late today. Besides, his only friend was in prison, probably going to court tomorrow, so going home and partying wasn't part of the mood. But he had no option; he had to go home since that's what his dad wanted, and that was unlike him. He promised to remind them of their trip tomorrow morning so they would go for a while and give him peace of mind. He checked the time on his wristwatch and it was 6 minutes to 5 PM. He quickly directed his attention to the laptop in front of him, aiming to finish up his work before stepping out. He was working on designing a wedding gown for a lady in a few days, so the lady had asked him to send her some great designs. He was still working on this when a loud sound from his door snatched his attention, and he rai
Chapter 186 Chloe’s POV. I walked back to the store, my heart beating faster and my creamy face burning with a bright red glow. I tried to cover my cheeks with my palms, but they felt hot, so I quickly removed them. What was Bryan thinking, getting so close to me like that? Did he have some kind of plan in life? My heart raced as I sat down inside the store, the 8 eyes inside the store gazing at me, each of them holding a questioning glare. "What happened, Chloe? Why are your cheeks so red?" Lucy asked, taking a deep look at my face, and I quickly tried to cover it up again. "It's nothing," I replied, my voice betraying my face, shaking slightly. "So, what did Bryan say? Are you using up to a year?" Emma asked, her eyes curious, and I inhaled loudly, unsure of where to start explaining. "Emm...emm...he..." my voice stammered, unable to come up with the right words. "Are you shy to say what he told you, or why is your voice shaking?" Sarah asked, her eyes holding a mix of anger
Chapter 187 Author’s POV Chloe burst the door open, and Bryan wide his eyes in surprise. He had just come out of the bathroom, he wrapped a towel around his waist and the other half part of him was naked. Chloe approached him with a smirk on her face, her eyeballs were rolling from side to side. Bryan was clueless about what was wrong with her. He walks closer to her, grabbing her by Feb the arms. "What are you doing here? Can't you knock?" he asked angrily, but Chloe kept smiling, her fresh face turning red. "Know what? You're in my room, and you still dare to tell me to knock before entering?" She snapped, she yanked his hand away from hers and stood up straight, her hands supporting her waist. Bryan's eyes threefold wide as he smelled the alcohol on Chloe's breath. He wasn't sure if he was smelling right. He moved his nose closer to her mouth, and Chloe moved her head back. "Are you trying to kiss me?" she asked, taking a step back, and Bryan grabbed her by the waist, pulling
Chapter 188 Chloe’s POV. I flew my eyes opened and my gaze met with the unfamiliar room, my head was throbbing with a faded ache. But my curiosity getting the better out of me, and I quickly sat up to take a proper look at the surroundings. That's when I saw Bryan, sleeping on the floor, I pressed my back against the bed, and Panic set in as I scrambled to remember what had happened. Why was I still here? My heart raced as I thought about the awkwardness of being in Bryan's room, and I wished I could teleport to my own room. I had been too shy to move my body last night, hoping Lucy would come to me to our room, but now I was stuck. The bright sunlight streaming down through the windows and that told me it was already morning, and I had to get ready for work. But my mind was still stuck on the events of the previous night, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. "Are you awake or still sleeping?" Bryan's voice broke the silence, and my eyes snapped open, only to shut a
Chapter 189 Liam’s pov. A week has passed since Mendy had showed me Chloe's cloth,A memory I don't intend to have a hint of. I had rushed out of the room, unable to take a long look at the cloth. Mendy had asked me why I ran away without looking back. I asked her why she had shown me the cloth but she was unable to come up with words. I know she Intentionally showed it to me so I could remember the past, the day I rejected Chloe with my harsh words. The cloth she was wearing that day still lingered in my mind. Even though I don't know why, my eyes have to take things so fast. It's just a cloth, but my eyes took it in so deeply that I lost my sense of color for over a day. I leaned against the bed, my back pressed against it. If not for the fact that I begged the council to let us shift the wedding to the next month, today would have been my mating day with Mendy. I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. I gave them a lame excuse about holding a grand wedding. That since Mendy is
Chapter 190 Chloe’s POV I surrounded the table with the others, trying to cut out a design on the cloth. For the past week, I had poured my heart and soul into fashion design. I realized it meant so much to me, and I had to put in my all. Especially when I was boiling with rage, cutting out some pieces of cloth and sewing them together relieved me. "Wow...I can't believe you're doing this in just a week of learning!" Emma gushed, and my cheeks turned red. We had all seen a gown on social media, and it was kind of cute. They all praised the fashion designer who made the cloth, while I mistakenly said the gown was simple and that I could do a better job. They had pushed me to cut it out and see it for myself. I thought I couldn't do it, but with what I was currently doing, I would cut out the cloth. They all opened their mouths, watching me in awe as I used the scissors. Cutting the last piece of cloth, they all gasped. "Can you believe she didn't use up to 40 minutes?" Sarah ex
Chapter 191 Chloe’s POV May's voice was laced with desperation as she begged me to save Ryan. "Chloe, please! You have to help him! He's losing control!" Ryan's body started to contort, his limbs was stretching and morphing into those of a wolf. His eyes turned yellow, and a fierce growl erupted from his throat. I knew he was on the verge of going berserk. Without wasting a second I rushed to his side, wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him in tight embrace. “Ryan please stop!” I pleaded trying to calm him down. At first, he resisted, his body tensed against mine. But his growls subsided slowly, and his wolfish form began to recede. He was still shaking with adrenaline, but he was no longer on the brink of losing control. "it's okay. I've got you," I whispered, holding him closer. I turned back, and my gaze met Bryan's eyes. It lingered into my soul as his eyes pierced into my being. I didn't know what was wrong with him, so I just wiggled my head, turning my attention
Chloe’s POV The house was unusually quiet when Chloe returned. Normally, the laughter and chatter of her children greeted her at the door, but this time, only the faint rustle of maids working in the background broke the silence. She glanced at her phone as she stepped inside, hoping for a message from Liam, but her notifications were blank.Chloe inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax. Liam will handle it, she reminded herself. He had promised to confront Mendy, and if there was one thing Liam excelled at, it was handling difficult situations. She pushed aside her worry and decided to make the most of the evening.“Mrs. Liam,” one of the maids greeted her with a polite smile, “would you like us to prepare anything for dinner?”Chloe shook her head, an idea forming in her mind. “No, I’ll take care of it tonight. I want to do something special.”The maid’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Chloe rarely took over in the kitchen, but tonight felt like the perf
Author’s POVMendy’s sharp eye was on Liam, his presence commanding attention. She felt the weight of her anger bubbling beneath her carefully composed exterior, but she masked it with a small smile. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if she had all the time in the world.Liam’s expression was the opposite—his jaw was clenched tight, and his fiery gaze was locked on her. Even without his Alpha aura pressing down on the room, his presence was intimidating enough. The principal, standing nearby, cleared his throat nervously.“Mr. Liam, perhaps we can—”“This doesn’t concern you,” Liam cut her off sharply, his tone cold but controlled. He turned his attention back to Mendy, his voice steady but laced with steel. “We need to talk. Alone.”The principal hesitated, but Mendy stepped forward, gesturing for him to leave. “It’s fine,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with false politeness. “I can handle this. There’s no need to worry.” She added. The principal looked between them, he
Liam’s POV The house was eerily quiet when I stepped inside. Too quiet. I called out Chloe’s name, my voice echoing in the space. No answer. My eyes swept the living room, every corner tidy as usual, but something about the silence felt off. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere.“Chloe?” I tried again, moving toward the kitchen. Nothing.My pulse quickened, an uneasy knot forming in my chest. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number for the third time, only to hear it ring faintly from somewhere upstairs. She wasn’t answering. I bolted up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom, and found her phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with my name.“She left without it,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.Panic began to creep in. Chloe wasn’t careless with her phone, and the thought of her being unreachable only amplified my worry. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to think. She might have gone to her office. That seemed like the logical explanation.Without
Liam’s POV The meeting room was quiet, except for the sound of the projector humming as it displayed charts and statistics. My foreign clients sat stiffly across the table, their expressions grim. I could see the anger in their eyes, the way their eyes darted nervously. They were losing faith in me, and it was starting to show.“Your warehouses are no longer safe,” one of them said, breaking the silence. His voice was sharp, accusing. “It’s like someone knows every location. This isn’t just a coincidence, Mr. Liam. We’re being targeted.” He uttered with a greeted teeth. I leaned back in my chair, forcing a calm smile onto my face. “I understand your concerns,” I said evenly, though inside I was seething. “But I assure you, my team is handling the situation. We’ve reinforced security measures, and we’re monitoring all activities closely.” I tried to reassure them but their gaze was unyielding. “Are you sure that’s enough? This isn’t just bad luck,” one of them said, his voice cold.
Chloe’s POV The very next day, I found myself standing in front of the school, my kids clutching each of my hands. It was supposed to feel normal, dropping the kids off, and watching them run through the gates. But it didn’t. My chest tightened with each step closer to the entrance. Liam had reassured me endlessly last night, but no amount of comforting words could erase the lingering unease swirling in my mind.“Mommy, can we go now?” Aria tugged at my hand impatiently, breaking my train of thought.“Not yet, sweetheart,” I said, forcing a smile and crouching down to their level. “I need you both to promise me something. If anything feels wrong or someone says something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell your dad or come straight to me. Okay?”“Okay,” they chorused, although Asher gave me a skeptical look. He had her father’s no-nonsense expression, sharp for a six-year-old.I kissed their foreheads and sent them through the gates, my heart sinking further as they disappeared in
Chloe’s POV The first few days of Mendy’s presence at the school had been uneventful. It was almost as if she were trying to prove herself, and I couldn’t figure out why that bothered me so much. Whenever I went to drop the kids off, she would always smile to greet the kids, praising them for every little thing, acting like the perfect, doting teacher. But the way she looked at them, the way she got just a little too close, set my nerves on edge.It wasn’t even the way she treated them that bothered me. It was how my children were responding to her. Every day, it seemed, I’d hear them tell me how great Mendy was, how she helped them with this or that, how she made them feel so special. I tried to smile, to be supportive, but deep down, a jealousy I couldn’t control bubbled up inside me. I wanted them to see me that way. I wanted to be the one they ran to when they needed praise or affection.The worst part was how they’d grown so attached to her. They came home with stories about Men
Chloe’s POV The car engine hummed beneath me, but my thoughts were a constant, swirling storm. I couldn’t shake the image of Mendy’s face from my mind. Her too-sweet smile, her fake warmth toward my children—it was all wrong. Something about her felt off. I gripped the steering wheel harder, my fingers aching from the pressure. I needed to talk to Liam. I needed to hear his voice, to feel some semblance of calm, and also to inform him about Mendy. I pulled over to the side of the road, brought out my phone, and dialed his number.The phone rang twice before he picked up, his voice strained. “Chloe?”“Liam, I—” I stopped myself, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know what to do. The principal introduced Mendy as the kids’ new teacher today. She’s been assigned to their class permanently. I can’t— I just can’t trust her with them.”I could hear Liam take a sharp breath on the other end of the line. He sounded tired and worn out, and I hated that. I hated that he had so much on
Chloe’s POV I couldn’t stop the guilt creeping up my spine as I marched into the principal’s office, demanding a transfer for Aria and Luis. The decision gnawed at me, a tiny voice whispering that I was letting my anger control me, but I shoved it aside. My children didn’t belong in a classroom with Mendy.“I understand your concerns, Mrs. Liam,” the principal said, her tone professional but edged with impatience. “However, I must remind you that we’re the top school in the city. Transferring them now would not only disrupt their education but limit their future opportunities.”I folded my arms, my frustration bubbling over. “And I understand that you think this is the best school, but you don’t understand the history I have with that woman. She’s not safe to be around my children.”The principal sighed, looking at me as if I were a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. “Mendy has done nothing to warrant such concerns. She’s been a model professional since she started here. I’ve reviewe
Chloe’s POV The moment the words left the principal’s mouth, I froze, every part of me stiffening like I’d been struck by lightning.“Yes,” she said, “She’ll be Aria and Luis’ teacher this year. We’re so lucky to have her, she’s been an absolute gem.”I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, my voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. “You’re saying Mendy is my children’s teacher? Or am I just mishearing?”“No you’re not mishearing,” the principal replied, beaming. “She graciously agreed to step in after the original teacher had an accident. We’re very fortunate to have someone so qualified and committed join us at such short notice.” She explained. I stared at her, my mind struggling to process the words. My heart began to race, panic rising in my chest. Mendy. Of all people. Why is this happening to me? “You’ve got to be joking,” I said, my voice sharper now.The principal frowned slightly, the warmth in her expression faltering. “I’m not joking, Mrs. Liam.