All Chapters of Loved by the Villain: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The door is wide open as Keith and I stride inside the brightly lit room, my hands shoved into the pockets of my blue jeans. The room buzzes with people—cameras, crew members, and the audience filling their seats. My eyes scan the place carefully, and my footsteps are steady and deliberate as I move through the crowd.“Being here alone without security… I don’t like it, “ Keith mutters under his breath, which is clearly audible.I glance at him as a smirk tug at the corner of my lips. “Relax, It’s not like anyone knows here who I am. To them, I’m just another guy in the audience.”Today, I wear a white shirt with jeans, while Keith is dressed in a black hoodie and baggy pants. We’re here disguised as normal people.He sighs. “Are you sure this is the only way to catch him?” His tone is edged with doubt.“It’s the cleanest way,” I reply. “No guards. No blood… not yet.”We reach our seats somewhere toward the middle of the rows. They’re simple cushioned chairs, far too comfortable for wh

Dr Little tosses my tests on the table as he rubs his face. His expression tells me that something is not right. After I told him about my symptoms, he asked me to undergo a few tests and then bring back the results to him. I followed his instructions, spending hours in labs to get everything done, but then I returned and showed him the reports. And now, that I have finally returned with the results, hoping for some clarity, I watch his reaction. It’s obvious the results haven’t met his expectations—or worse.“Emily, I’m afraid,” he mutters as he takes off his glasses, glancing at me. His eyes have no confidence.“What is it, Dr Little?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.“It’s a bad news,” he sighs.“Please, tell me what’s the matter?” I ask as my body gets tensed.“Your blood cell count is low,” he continues. “When you first told me about your symptoms I thought you only had anemia which is curable.”“What do you mean ‘only’?” I narrow my brows.“Emily…,” he clears his throat befor

Fifty-plus messages from Zack and I haven’t replied to any of them. I’ve been ignoring his calls, too. I’m not in the right frame of mind to face him and answer his unending questions.I’m uncertain if I’ll be able to make him despise me.I open the door to the living room, step inside, hold my mug filled with herbal tea, and sit comfortably on the couch.I’m about to turn on the television when my phone buzzes on the table. I look closer and notice Lizzie’s number pop up.Oh, here we go, again.I pick up my phone and swipe up to answer it. I gently press the phone against my ear while I take a sip of my tea.“Hello, princess!” she sounds as if she has been desperate to talk to me. “How are you doing?”I’m afraid she will not like my answer.“I’m good,” I say, trying to sound as cheerful as she is. But it doesn’t matter, she won’t be able to recognise that uneasiness in my voice because I have always been like this. Unenergetic.“What about you?” I ask after taking another sip from my

The footsteps grow thicker, advancing toward the basement door where I have captured Kylo. It’s funny, considering how easily they obeyed him instead of being suspicious. However, I can’t tell if they were playing along, too.I pull the slider of my gun and aim it at Kylo’s head before the door flings open with a loud thud.“Kylo-” Bryce comes into my view. At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism.The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression.“What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room.“Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?”“I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-”“I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.I scan each of them. “There are only six of you? That means Emily was

“Emily?”I hum in sleep.“Emily, wake up,” someone says softly and I feel the warmth of someone’s skin against mine. Someone cupping my face and pushing back the loose strands of my hair.I know who it is.I open my eyes slowly and my gaze meets Zack’s hazel eyes. He’s sitting next to me on the bed. I don’t remember when I fell asleep. It’s interesting how I didn’t have a stomachache again last night.“Wake up,” he mutters as his eyes soften. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.“Hey,”“Now, get up. And pack your necessary accessories,” he says and slips down from the bed. “However, I don’t think you will need to because I have made arrangements, already.”“What?” I narrow my brows. I stretch my arms as I rise and straighten my back. “But why?”“We are going to the UK,” he says as he buttons up his white shirt while looking into the dressing mirror. “Come on now.”“Oh,” I mutter. “So, you want to spend all your time with me until I’m no longer alive?"He pauses and stares at my refl