Chloe’s POV. My body froze, and my eyes widened more than normal.i wanted to say something but I couldn’t find my voice. Ryan pushed me off him, and my body rolled on the floor. My ankles smacked into the stool, and a loud, painful groan escaped my mouth.I’ve another wound at the same part I did earlier."What are you two up to?" he asked as he walked into the room. Ryan got up and approached him.his gaze was Mainly on me,staring at me furiously. "Just having a drink," Ryan replied. Alpha Jax nodded, he glared at me one more time before turning abruptly and storming out of the room.I've upset him before, but now what? Will he even believe there's nothing between me and Ryan? I just create another mess. Ryan turned back to me, walked closer, helped me sit on the couch, and gave me an annoyed glare."What's gotten into you? You've only had one drink, and you're acting all crazy," he said, examining my injured ankles. He touched them, and a whimper escaped my lips.”you need to appl
Chloe’s POV. I open my hefty eyes, feeling the weight of confusion as they linger through the white room, a vast space that seemed to stretch endlessly. The room was devoid of any furniture, just me and the sound of my own breath echoing in the silence.Lying on the cold white ties, I shivered slightly, the chill seeping into my bones. Despite the urge to rest, a nagging question persisted in my mind, where exactly was I?Struggling to recall how I ended up in this unfamiliar place, I rose to my feet. My eyes darted around, desperately seeking any clue to my whereabouts. Each blink felt like a fleeting attempt to grasp a memory slipping through my fingers.Approaching the window, I gazed out at the pristine whiteness that enveloped the surroundings. The absence of a door in the room puzzled me. How had I entered this peculiar space with only a window as an exit?Anxiety crept in as questions swirled in my mind. How had I been brought here? Was there a way out? Who was behind this mys
Liam’s POV Today is the day, the day I planned to use Lia as bait to track Chloe down. I and my rogues have ditched our plan and I hope it's successful. Lia is the only way I can Step on to save Chloe on time and return back home. I locked eyes with Lia, glaring at her from head to toe, The chain she wore held a tracking match, even the hairband she used. With the tracking match, it would be easy to track her location without stress. my eyes scanned through the environment where Lia had led us, it was a quiet area. In the street, there stood a forgotten neighborhood, shrouded in shadows and whispers of the past. The three-story buildings loomed over the streets, their facades weathered and worn, telling tales of better days long gone. The ground floors, once bustling with life, now stood abandoned and crumbling, as if time itself had forgotten this place. The silence that enveloped the area was eerie, broken only by the occasional sound of footsteps echoing through the empty stre
Chloe’s POV. I stormed out of Alpha Jax's room, my heart pounding with a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt. The words he had just spoken echoed in my mind, tearing at my soul. How could he say that to me? I thought he loved me. I thought we had something real.As I walked down the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the silence, I couldn't help but replay the moments we shared. The stolen glances, the gentle touch of his hand on mine, the whispers of affection that once filled the air. It all felt so real, so genuine. But now, it seemed like nothing more than a cruel facade.Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the trust I had placed in him. Trust is the foundation of any relationship, and I had given him my heart, my vulnerability, and my secrets. I believed that he would cherish and protect them, But it was all a lie.The realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force I couldn't comprehend. How could he claim to love me and yet doubt me? Love should be bu
Author’s POV. Scot had been spending the day at his friend's place, enjoying their company and laughter. As the sun began to set, he bid his friend farewell and made his way back home. Little did he know, a devastating sight awaited him.As Scot entered the house, his tired face suddenly turned pale with shock. There, on the couch, lay his Grandma. Her frail form was still, her eyes closed, and blood stained her mouth. Panic surged through Scot's veins as he realized something was terribly wrong.Without a moment's hesitation, Scot's legs carried him as fast as they could to his dad's room. Bursting through the door, he found his dad engrossed in a book, unaware of the unfolding tragedy. With a trembling voice, Scot urgently relayed the horrifying scene he had just witnessed."Dad! Dad! Something's happened to Grandma! She's on the couch, she's not moving, and there's blood on her mouth!" Scot's words spilled out in a rush, a mix of fear and desperation.His dad's eyes widened in sho
Chloe’s POV. I stood there, frozen in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. Jax’s question echoed in my mind, taunting me with their mysterious knowledge of my name. How could she possibly guess my real name right? My curiosity burned within me, fueling my desire to uncover the truth.Summoning all my courage, I approached the girl cautiously, my voice trembling as I questioned her, "how is that possible? Guessing my name and you are right?" The words escaped my lips in a hushed whisper, barely audible amidst the chaos surrounding us.She turned to face me, her eyes filled with an enigmatic gleam. A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she replied, her voice dripping with intrigue, "Oh, I just as I said, I only guess your name" Her response sent shivers down my spine. Who was this girl? What secrets did she hold? I longed to move closer, to delve deeper into the mystery that seemed to entangle us. But before I could take another step, Alpha jax interjected himself between us
Chloe’s POV. I shifted my gaze to Jax, and it seemed like he had complete trust in May, but I didn't want to believe that."Hope you don't believe what she said? I'm for real, I don't know a single thing about what she's saying," I stammered, trying to touch him, but he slapped my hands away."Give me a reason why I wouldn't trust her. First, you lied about your name. Second, you lied about Alice. Third, you refused to tell me the herbs you gave me that make me feel okay, even though I've tried my best to search for them but can't find them. And fourth, this strange girl just came out of nowhere and pronounced your name. She told you you she guess your name and you believe, If I hadn't asked her, would you even talk about it?" he said, and the tears in my eyes streamed down my cheeks. "I find it hard to believe you now. I don't want to be close to you anymore," he said, turning to face Ryan. "Lock the three of them up," he commanded, and my heart nearly sank."What?" I asked, but he
Chloe’s POV. As I pondered over Lia's uncanny knowledge about me, my mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. Curiosity and suspicion danced hand in hand, creating a tangled web of thoughts within me."How did she know so much about me?" I wondered aloud, my voice laced with a hint of disbelief. It felt as though she had peered into the depths of my soul, effortlessly guessing my name and even mentioning Liam. The mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine.A part of me couldn't help but entertain the idea that Liam might have played a role in all of this. Perhaps he had secretly orchestrated Lia's appearance in my life, as if pulling the strings of some grand scheme. But that notion seemed far-fetched, even to my own skeptical mind. Liam and I had never been on good terms, and his disdain for me was no secret. It seemed highly unlikely that he would go to such lengths to find me.I sighed, frustration mingling with the uncertainty that gripped my heart. "Why would Liam bother s
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.