All Chapters of Love Me Not, Mr. Snow: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rima’s POVAt George's words, Jacob's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. The warm, friendly demeanor he had always carried seemed to crack, revealing a raw vulnerability. He looked at me, then at George, his gaze shifted from George's hand around my waist to my face, disbelief etched in his eyes.Before I could utter a word, George interjected, his words like poison-tipped arrows "Of course, you know her as...Rima Karam here. But nonetheless, I'm still her husband"His words reverberated through the hall, a chilling reminder of my lies that threatened to shatter the life I had built here. My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, a throbbing drum beating out a frantic rhythm.Jacob remained silent, his stunned expression saying more than words ever could. Sensing the tension, George dropped his hand and turned towards me, speaking in low Arabic "Shebo masdum? Haket shi ghalat?" (Why is he so traumatized? Was it something I said?)Ge

Jacob’s POVMy words hung heavy in the air, sharp and cutting, and for a moment she seemed unable to speak, stunned into silence.She stared at me, her eyes wide and tortured, torn between two impossible choices. To run, to flee from the storm that was about to begin with the return of her husband, or to stand her ground, to face the danger head on with me.The silence drew out, the tension building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, finally, she spoke. Her voice was quiet but intense, filled with a desperation I had never heard before "Let me go, Jacob"But I couldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.So I leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart, our breaths mingling in the charged silence. I could feel the heat of her, the fear, the anticipation. And I made a vow, my voice low and fierce, as unyielding as the resolve in my heart."Never"Suddenly, she broke, the pain and fear she'd been holding back spilling out in a tor

Rima’s POVTwo of the most agonizing days since George’s arrival here had passed. Fear had become a constant, unwanted companion. Fear of the unknown. Fear of this nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape. Fear of losing someone else, someone other than Tony.The news was confirmed. Tony's house had been attacked four days ago, and everyone inside was killed. I mourned his loss in Jacob's arms, his strong shoulders offering a semblance of comfort amidst the despair.Savaş and Jacob took every precaution to fortify the tower, transforming it into an impregnable fortress. No one was allowed through without undergoing a thorough search and questioning their reasons for being here.Jacob even called his brothers and informed them of the situation. Initially, I was against this, feeling a deep sense of shame at the thought of his family discovering that I had been married to a psychopathic man hell-bent on reclaiming me, putting Jacob in danger with me.But Alex, understanding the

Jacob’s POVFrom the moment her silhouette appeared in the harsh, industrial gloom of the warehouse, a sense of dread coiled in my gut. Her eyes, flickering like restless fireflies, darted around the room, capturing every insignificant detail as if they were vital pieces in a life-or-death puzzle. She had come prepared for battle, ready to plunge into the throes of hell to free us from this waking nightmare. But a volcanic fury bubbled within me. Lucas had sworn to me, his promise as solid as bedrock, that he wouldn't drag her into this dangerous mess. Yet, here she was, tossed into the ravenous lion's den due to his reckless disregard.When she began to speak, her voice flowed steady as a mountain stream, her gaze locked in a deadly dance with George's. The words she uttered, proclaiming her love for him and reducing me to a mere pawn in her game, landed like brutal punches to my gut. I clung desperately to the hope that she was putting on the performance of a lifetime, that she was

Rima’s POVJacob is moved to the ICU, and Lucas and I follow suit, staking out a spot outside his door. We're not allowed inside, but somehow, just being nearby feels like the right thing to do. Savas, who had been with us earlier, has disappeared somewhere, leaving Lucas and me in the sterile, silent corridor.My head snaps up when Lucas's phone rings, the shrill tone cutting through the hushed atmosphere. From the moment Jacob had been kidnapped, Lucas had called Alex, who had promptly booked the first flight to Toronto, along with Jenny and Diana.As Lucas speaks into the phone, describing our location and the path to take, it's clear they've arrived into the hospital. He ends the call and steps away, intending to meet them halfway and guide them here.Suddenly, the thought of facing the rest of his family is overwhelming. The thought of being questioned about what happened, potentially being blamed for Jacob's kidnapping without even knowing it was me who shot him, is too much. Pa