All Chapters of The Girl He Promised to Protect: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jason sat at Lana's small writing desk, his laptop open before him, but his thoughts were far from the emails and reports Luke had sent. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face as he scrolled through the documents, but he was acutely aware of the quiet stillness in the room and the soft rise and fall of Lana's breath from the bed.He focused on the task at hand, diligently checking for any updates that might require his immediate attention. "Nothing urgent," he muttered to himself, his mind wandering back to Lana.As the hours passed, he noticed her eyelids fluttering, and a small smile crept across his face. He had given her no medication this time; instead, he hoped that a good rest would help her feel more stable. It was crucial for him to regain her trust, to show her that he was there for her without any ulterior motives.When Lana finally opened her eyes, Jason was ready. He leaned forward, a gentle smile on his lips. "Good morning, Lana. How are you feeling?" His voice

Jason was getting ready to leave for his family dinner, standing by the door with his jacket slung over his arm. He glanced at me, hesitating for a moment."You'll be alright here alone?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of concern he didn't usually show.I smiled at him. "I'm not a child, Jason. I'll be fine."He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but also aware that I wasn't the type to need, or accept constant babysitting. "I'll be back before midnight.""You don't have to come back tonight. Honestly, it's fine. You should just go home after. It's a long drive," I said, trying to wave off his sense of duty. I knew Jason well enough to see that he'd stay if I asked, but I didn't want to make things uncomfortable between us.We had enough history for that already.He paused, his eyes lingering on mine for a beat longer than necessary. I could feel the weight of unspoken things between us, things he never really voiced but were always there. We never became more than f

When I woke up again, it was late in the afternoon. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting lazy shadows across the room, but my body still felt heavy with exhaustion. It was as if I were trapped in a dream, one I couldn't quite wake from. My mind was fogged, but something tugged at the edges of my consciousness, something Jason didn't want me to remember.As I glanced around the familiar apartment, the faint echo of Jason's whispers still lingered in my ears. He had been kind, gentle even, but there was something unsettling about the way he watched over me. A strange unease gnawed at my chest, twisting like a vine around my heart, squeezing tighter with each thought.Pushing myself up from the bed, I felt my legs wobble beneath me as I made my way unsteadily to the bathroom. The cool splash of water on my face jolted me slightly, but as I looked in the mirror, something caught my eye.A small mark on my wrist. A bruise, perhaps, lingering evidence of Jason's grip.How long had

The restaurant sat gracefully along the waterfront, with soft waves rhythmically lapping against the shore. Normally, the sea breeze and the serene atmosphere would calm me, but tonight, nothing could shake the unease swirling in my mind. Jason had chosen this place, one of my favourites, where the pulse of the tide should have helped me unwind.Instead, I felt trapped, like the dark water beyond was pulling me under.As we stepped inside, the warm of the restaurant felt strangely oppressive. The outdoor deck, with its swaying string lights and open view of the moonlit sea, usually filled me with peace.But not tonight.Tonight, everything felt calculated. Jason had picked this spot for a reason. I couldn't help but wonder if this was another one of his tactics to keep me compliant. Here, outside the confines of home, he couldn't easily slip anything into my drinks or food. He couldn't make me docile under his care. Maybe that was why I felt safer here, where he had less control.We we

My stomach knotted at the question, and for a split second, I froze. I hadn't expected Jerry to dig into this now, but I should've known. He was too sharp to let it slide.I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair. "Jerry, you can't tell Lana. I don't want her to go through the heartbreak again."Jerry's frown deepened. "Heartbreak? What heartbreak? Jason, you're hiding too much from her. She deserves to know the truth."I shook my head, forcing myself to stay calm. "She's better off not knowing. She's already been through enough. The last thing I need is for her to remember that Samuel was pulled down by Naomi. That's all she needs to know—nothing more."Jerry crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "And why are you so insistent on that? Why not let her remember the full truth? What are you hiding?"His words hit like a punch to the gut. I'd kept my secrets buried for so long, but Jerry was getting too close now. If he started prying too much, I'd lose contr