All Chapters of Love Me Not, Mr. Snow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rima’s POVBy the time it was our rehearse for presentation in his home office, it was around six in the evening.My mind was still entangled in the web of today's shocking revelations. I was seething, simmering with a fury that threatened to scorch my sanity.He, the man I had begun to trust, had revealed his ties to the very entity I abhorred to my core - the mafia. Perhaps, he was still knee-deep in the underworld for all I knew. His vague responses neither confirmed nor denied the extent of his involvement with his notorious family.A bitter question gnawed at my heart. How had I fallen into this abyss once more? What cosmic jest was this, God? I tasted bitterness, acrid and potent, as if I had bitten into the most bitter fruit imaginable.This bitterness permeated my demeanor, rendering my interactions with him as dry and rigid as autumn leaves. The words between us, once flowing freely, were now as scarce as raindrops in a desert.

Rima’s POVAs if on cue, Mr. Snow seamlessly took my place, commanding the room with an effortless blend of charisma and stoicism that had me riveted. He began unfolding the proposal, his unwavering confidence gnawing at my insides. I yearned for his ironclad composure and his unflappable, assured demeanor.A white-hot anger surged within me, a self-directed fury that scorched my thoughts. It was not just a personal failure; I felt as though I had let him down in the most spectacular fashion. This was what truly stoked the flames of my ire.I was more than equipped to deliver a flawless presentation, as he had asserted the previous night. But my crippling fear had sabotaged me, leaving in its wake a profound sense of self-disappointment.Throughout his presentation, I dared not lift my gaze to meet his. I feared the mirroring of my disappointment in his eyes. I was not yet prepared to confront that reflection, so I kept my eyes cast down until he fi

Rima's POVThe rest of the day was a struggle, my mind held hostage by the relentless replay of their passionate kiss. It was like an intrusive advertisement, popping up uninvited, disrupting my focus, and souring the taste of my work.At six, we retreated from the office, each of us disappearing into our own apartments without a word exchanged. A silence filled with questions left unasked, answers left unsaid.I found myself pacing like a caged animal in my living room, gnawing at my nails, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. Was it a real date he was going on? Was he actually considering letting that... that viper, inject her venom and pull him back into her coils?And the most perplexing question of all — why did I care? Why was this affecting me so deeply?I had no claim over him, no right to feel this surge of jealousy. I had practically shoved him away, erected walls between us. And it seemed he had finally received th

Jacob’s POVRima and I were deep into our work in my home office, trying to wrap up tasks ahead of our trip the next day. The sudden buzz of my phone broke through our concentrated silence. Normally, I would ignore any call in the middle of a task but seeing Alex's name on the screen, I knew I had to pick up."Excuse me" I said quietly, excusing myself from the room and heading towards the privacy of my bedroom. I knew this was a call about the Demir situation, something I didn't want Rima to overhear. We were just starting to get past the whole ordeal."Hey, Alex" I greeted, my voice laced with anticipation, eager to hear about his meeting."Hey Jacob, how are you doing?" Alex responded in a relaxed tone, his voice free of worry, which somewhat calmed my nerves."Things are good. What about you? How did the meeting go with Demir?" I asked, firm in my inquiry."I don't know what to tell you, man...the meeting was short, formal. He came

Jacob's POVEven before I turned to confirm it, I could feel the absence of her presence. It was as if an unseen tether bound us, one that grew taut and strained the moment we moved away from each other. The sensation was so tangible that it piqued my curiosity, compelling me to veer off from the group heading towards the buffet. Making sure to tread lightly, I slipped back into the club unnoticed.The decision to sit next to her on the bus hadn't been a conscious one. With plenty of space and numerous empty rows, I could have chosen any seat. Yet, I found myself drawn to her. Her quiet demeanor, her closed eyes, and the subtle furrow of her brows suggested a turmoil that resonated with me.I recognized that look - it was the same one I saw in my reflection on the days I felt overwhelmed. As I took my seat next to her, I hoped my silent presence might offer some kind of support. When she fell asleep, her head lolling in a way that looked uncomfortable, I quietly