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
Liam’s POV. I sat down inside the dimly lit hotel bar, surrounded by my fellow rogues. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as we watched Chloe and Lia from a distance. Seeing Chloe again after all this time brought a mix of emotions to the surface. She had grown and matured since she left MayHill, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her transformation.As I observed Chloe, I couldn't help but notice that Lia, my trusty camerawoman, had captured every expression on her face. It was a relief to see that Chloe still had that spark, that fire that made her who she was. However, my heart sank when Lia mentioned my name in their conversation. It made me uneasy, knowing that Lia had shared information about me with Chloe.Despite the unease, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement deep within me. It was as if a secret connection had been revealed, and I knew that Chloe must be feeling the same way. There was no doubt that a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions wer
Author’s POV. Mendy's heart raced as she followed the mysterious man to an unknown rooftop. The sight of him, resembling a wolf, sent a shiver down her spine. Her inner wolf seemed to confirm what her eyes were seeing. The way he effortlessly took down the unknown tribe only added to the enigma surrounding him.With each step, Mendy's weariness grew. They had been walking for what felt like an eternity, and still, there was no sign of their destination. Exhaustion began to weigh heavily on her, her legs begging for respite. But her shyness held her back from voicing her need for rest. She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the man ahead.Suddenly, the man halted, his intense gaze piercing through Mendy. Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, instructing her to remain silent once they reached their destination. No matter what questions they asked, she was to keep her lips sealed. The warning left her bewildered. Why would he ask her to withhold her words? Was it even possible to stay s
Chloe’s POV. I devoured the mouthwatering chicken, seeking solace in an unexpected place, Lying on the cold, hard floor, a mix of emotions washed over me. Fear and uncertainty lingered, reminding me of the reality of my surroundings. Yet, there was also a strange sense of tranquility that embraced me. It was as if the prison walls shielded me from the chaos of the outside world.Despite the discomfort and the weight in my stomach, I found solace in the stillness of the moment. The silence of the prison, interrupted only by distant sounds, allowed me to escape from the noise and distractions of everyday life.The heaviness in my stomach made finding comfort difficult. but exhaustion eventually took over. As I closed my eyes, darkness enveloped me, and I surrendered to the embrace of sleep.As I drifted into sleep, I found myself in a familiar dream. The White House stood before me, its grandeur and history enveloping the atmosphere. But there was something different this time. As I st
Chloe’s POV. As I took a step, a sound echoed in my heart. It was like a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, almost as if it wanted to burst out. the maids passed by, their voices blending together into a distant hum. I could see their lips moving, but their words didn't reach my ears. It was as if I was in my own little bubble, lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions.Ryan suddenly stop walking, lost in my thought I was unable to notice that until my head accidentally bumped on his back, The pain shot through my skull, but I couldn't even let out a groan. It was as if my body was mirroring the inner struggle I was going through. The physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil within me.When Ryan turned to me, his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if he could see right through me, unraveling the chaos that was swirling within my mind. And in that moment, he asked me “why
Chloe’s POV. As I followed the maid to the bathroom, my mind was racing with a million thoughts, swirling and colliding like a storm inside my head. I couldn't help but wonder why I was able to speak in front of Alpha Jax when just moments ago, I couldn't even open my mouth to utter a single word to Ryan. It was like my voice had been stolen from me. But then, when I found myself in the presence of Jax, everything changed. I could talk, I could scream, and my voice echoed through the air. It was as if a dormant part of me had awakened, breaking free from the shackles that had silenced me before.I couldn't help but think back to the first time I had the dream, the dream that seemed to hold the key to this enigma. I remember desperately trying to speak to Alpha Jax about it, to share my fears and seek guidance. But my voice failed me, leaving me voiceless and frustrated. It was a moment of helplessness, a feeling of being trapped within my own thoughts.And now, as I stood on the pre
Chloe’s POV.I stood there, my mind still racing with thoughts about what Lia had said. What did she mean by "don't come back home wet"? And what was she referring to when she mentioned Alpha Jax? And what did she mean by "set up"? It felt like a puzzle that I couldn't quite solve.Lost in my thoughts, I walked out of the bathroom and suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around to see Alpha Jax standing right beside me. My heart skipped a beat, I wasn't expecting him to be there, and the sight of him made me stumble and land on my butt."What's wrong with you?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. I quickly shook my head, trying to regain my composure."Nothing, I'm just startled," I replied, my voice a bit shaky. I could feel my face turning red, embarrassed by my clumsy reaction to his presence. I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity as he smiled lightly and stretched his hand toward me. I raised my eyebrows, my mind struggling to comprehen
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.