All Chapters of Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

"Haddy really is a heartless one," Hernan let go of me, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.I shot him a look, feeling my blood boil. And before I knew it, I just snapped. I grabbed the closest thing to me and hurled it at him. "See? I was never his girl! What a jerk. Total... idiot."I don't normally curse—like, ever. But in that moment? I didn't even care who I was mad at anymore. I just needed to say it.Shouting all that—the anger, the frustration, the hurt—it actually made me feel lighter, like I could finally breathe again. Like I was throwing off this weight I'd been carrying around for way too long.Hernan didn't flinch. He just stood there like a wall, taking it all.By the time my arms were too weak to move, I crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball. I felt empty, like every ounce of energy had been drained from me.Eventually, Hernan walked out. But as the door clicked shut behind him, I caught a voice from outside."You seriously think she's the one who's gonna

"Three rounds!""No problem," I shot back, grabbing the cue stick that felt just right in my hands."Good choice," he said, eyeing me like I'd just picked out some rare treasure.I raised an eyebrow.He smirked. "That's my favorite cue.""Is that so?" I asked, matching his playful tone as I glanced down at the stick. That's when I noticed the engraving.Curious, I leaned in closer. It read 'Hart.'Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out: "This isn't your cue... it's..."I almost said Hayden's but caught myself just in time. No way. Hayden and Hernan were total enemies. There was no way Hernan would have one of his cues, especially not something personalized like this. It was clearly for someone who took snooker seriously.I remembered asking Hayden once how good he was at snooker. He'd shrugged it off like it didn't matter, saying he was "just average." No way someone like him would splurge on a custom cue. And if he did, there was no way he'd leave it for Hernan to

Hernan gave a small nod, straightening up. "Not bad. You're not totally lost in love. But seriously, why are you so hell-bent on saving Steve? Is he really that big of a deal to you?"He was sizing me up, playing it cool while trying to dig into my head, figure out how much I cared."Not really," I said, keeping it casual.He laughed like he knew I was bluffing. "Yet, you used your one shot to save him.""Steve taught me snooker," I said like it was obvious. "So, his mess is kinda my mess."Hernan shook his head, unimpressed. "But why not just use it to get yourself out? Why not ask me to let you go?"I shrugged. "Come on, you've made it clear you're keeping me here 'til the game's over. Even if you did let me go, I wouldn't make it out the door before you caught me. Besides, I came to see Steve play. I'm not running."My eyes drifted to his arm, where his sleeve was rolled up, showing a deep, jagged scar.Hernan noticed me staring and tugged his sleeve higher like he didn't ca

I shoved Jace hard. "I said I'm not leaving. Why can't you just get that? Right now, I want to stay here. Whether I end up as wolf chow or get bit by some stray dog, it's really none of your business."Jace's face went all stormy. "Rea—"I cut him off, my voice ice cold. "Jace, we don't have anything anymore. My life isn't your problem, and I don't want it to be."He just stood there, staring at me, his eyes full of raw hurt, like I'd just kicked his puppy. Finally, he muttered, "This is your choice. Don't come crying to me later.""I don't regret anything I do," I shot back, my words sharp.That stung. I saw his jaw tighten, and after a long beat, he turned and started to walk away. But then he stopped, held up a hand, and pointed at Hernan like he was about to declare war. "I'm warning you—don't hurt her. If you do, you'll regret it."With that, Jace threw one last glance my way before leaving.I stood there, watching his figure fade, a weird, familiar feeling stirring in my c

My heart literally skipped a beat.Wait, Hayden brought Yara with him?Are they, like, permanently glued together now or something? Can't even go anywhere without her?Hernan caught my reaction and smirked. "Your eyes are way more honest than your words," he said, like he'd just cracked some code.With that, he turned and started walking toward the door.I swallowed, trying to shake off the dryness in my throat, then followed him.When I first got here, I'd been knocked out cold and dragged in like a rag doll. But now? I was sitting in this ridiculously fancy car, staring out the window.The scenery? Meh. My brain couldn't focus on anything.When the car finally stopped, I turned to Hernan, my heart doing flips. "Why'd you bring me to a hospital?""To visit someone," he said, his eyes narrowing like he could read my mind."Who?" My voice was tight.He leaned in close, his gaze locking on mine. "So nervous... you worried about Haddy?"He hit the nail on the head. Of course I