All Chapters of Hunted By The Player: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I can’t stand being alone at home anymore and because of that I'm already missing Sophia's games and laughter around me, taking care of me as if I were a baby. Thanking the most for this current hot sun, as I couldn't stand the cold of Barcelona anymore, I put on shorts and a tank top and head towards what I most wanted to see.The sea I remember was not as gray as this today and yet it makes me feel at home but not completely at home as I wanted it to be. Deep down inside, something was missing.Sitting here makes me think that I rushed into my life in Barcelona. ​​I want to pretend my life there isn't my reality, but seeing my parents separated is not a normal thing for me either. I watch the tourists, especially Europeans at this time of year, making the biggest fuss on the beach and acting as though their problems have been forgotten for that period of time.When the late-afternoon wind starts to blow, I get up and start walking idly down the street, looking like an aimless person

“Ricardo,” I greet him, smiling. This irritating voice could only be of one person.“Hello babe.” He kisses my hand. “You brought him, didn't you?”I look at Katrina, confused.“He means Hunter,” my friend clarifies.“Sorry, we're not together anymore,” I reveal to him.His smile drops along with mine. “Every time I see you, you are not together anymore. This is a plot against me, not getting to know that magic. You must be afraid he'll fall in love with me, it’s quite possible he could.” He rolls his eyes.“I guarantee you that's not it.” I smile.“Never mind, I don't talk about bad things. What's your shoe size?” He looks at my feet.“Thirty.” I replyHe writes it down in a small notebook. “Let's go to the car and choose a pair of espadrilles as a gift for you. Katrina already has hers.”I glance at Katrina, who has her face resting in her palm, smiling.“I cannot accept,” I say.“Don't give me this talk. Then you choose,” Ricardo says.“Only if you customize one for me to buy and I

I choose a tight black dress with sheer rips. I’m not sure where I got the dress. I add nude heels to the outfit. I look at the clock on my cellphone and see that my salon time is almost ready. I give my mom a kiss and take the elevator.I am more than needing to revamp everything, starting with my hair, which I am particularly loving for being long. I start with the nails and lean back to enjoy as I get my toenails and fingernails done. Next is the hair and I decide not to make drastic changes so I opt for Californian locks, which turns out to be a golden and light tone. My side bangs that have grown just below the chin are cut just below the nose While my hairdresser, Ana, finishes brushing my hair, I enter the Instagram application which I learned to use over the phone with Katrina. Who would have thought I would be so faithful to my passwords?I roll the touchscreen down with my thumb, revealing photos of celebrity actors and artists that I understand I'm following. My thumb freez

He continued, “The first time was just a few days before the betrayal with Samantha and the other the end of the sting was when you caught me having sex with another woman” I couldn’t imagine this ever happening in my life. His slap in my face was so hard I almost couldn't get up.I open my eyes and put my hand to my temples. They are burning like I was just punched in the face. My eyes water with sudden tears.“Y-you hit me. Twice.” I stare at the granite table, humiliated.“I was on drugs and wasn’t thinking right,” is his excuse.“I don’t know if you remember but you slapped me back and kicked me twice in my balls” he claimed sheepishly as I almost cried and laughed out loud at the same time. This was absolutely ridiculous!“I hope your conscience will weigh you down for the rest of your life,” I repeat to him what I told him before I left. I remember everything. I speak out to myself, scared.“My conscience is heavy,” he admits. “You didn't deserve someone like me back then. You w

“I brought your bank statements.” Mom walks inside my room and hands me my credit card and statements. At the end of the paper marks One-hundred twenty-five thousand dollars is in black ink as if it were any value.Did twenty-three-year-old Selena actually make all of this money?“What is this?” I approach, my eyes extracting. Am I seeing this right? “Mom, there’s a serious mistake here.” I lift the paper as if the internal printer had malfunctioned.“Life insurance,” my mother explains and an idea pops into my mind and I look like someone who has an idea of ​​the century. “Why that face?”“The face of someone who's going to do it right?” I speak like a little girl and with a thin voice. I slump down into the chair, holding my head, exhausted but mostly angry with myself“Selena, what exactly are you going to do now?” my mother runs her hand over her head anxiously. She gets up from the bed and starts walking up and down several times in the room.“Hunter went out with a bleached blon