All Chapters of Winning Back My Ex Fiancée's Heart: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

★★★★★“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked, her brows knitting in confusion. The idea of Imara offering help in such an unconventional way caught her off guard.Imara stepped closer, her voice steady yet brimming with determination. “I mean, if there were cameras near where the accident happened—street surveillance, nearby buildings, anything—I can hack into them. I can find out what the cops won’t tell you or what someone else might try to hide. You deserve to know the truth, Rebecca. This is your father we’re talking about.”Rebecca studied her intently, weighing her words. “You… you can do that? Hack into security feeds?”Imara smirked faintly, tilting her head. “It’s not as hard as people think. And I’ve done it before, for less noble reasons,” she admitted, her tone tinged with irony. “But this? This is important. If you want answers, I can help you get them.”Rebecca’s confusion morphed into a flicker of hope, but her expression remained cautious. “If you can actually do this…

★★★★★★Edward’s voice cut through the tense air, sharp with frustration. “That’s exactly why I’m here, Grandfather. I want to know why you brought Connor back into this family. If you had it in your mind all along, why did you exile him in the first place?” His words flared with barely restrained anger, his eyes burning with betrayal.The older man paused, gripping his cane tightly. His own anger simmered beneath his otherwise composed exterior. “I can’t tell you,” he said firmly, his voice clipped. “And don’t push me, Edward. You won’t get the answers you’re looking for, not from me.”Edward let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Then don’t come crying to me when I refuse to play nice with him. You’ve tied my hands, and I won’t be the one to untie them for your sake.” He spun on his heel, his footsteps heavy with suppressed rage as he headed for the door.Behind him, the grandfather turned slightly, his heart heavy. Watching Edward’s retreating figure, a pang of regret flashe

★★★★"If you let us see the footage we’re asking for, I’ll compensate you," Imara said smoothly, her tone steady and professional, as though she were brokering a deal rather than pleading for help. Her demeanor was so composed that, for a moment, it felt as if she were someone far more experienced than a young woman caught up in a tragedy. There was no desperation in her voice, only a quiet authority.The shopkeeper’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "No," he said firmly. "I’m not falling for any scheme you’ve cooked up. The authorities are already involved in this, and one wrong move could land me in prison for life. A gruesome murder is tied to this mess, and I’m not risking my neck."Rebecca clenched her fists, her frustration bubbling over. "We’re not asking you to incriminate yourself. We’re asking for the truth! My father deserves justice, and your silence is helping his killers walk free!"The shopkeeper sighed heavily, shaking his head

★★★★"We should get inside," Rebecca said abruptly, pushing open the car door and stepping out before Imara could protest.Imara sighed, getting out more slowly. "Breaking into a restricted house is not a wise idea," she said, her tone calm but not particularly discouraging.Rebecca didn’t stop, her determination blazing in her eyes. "I care about nothing right now," she snapped over her shoulder, ducking under the yellow tape and making a beeline for the back of the house.Imara stood for a moment, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, then reluctantly followed. Her steps were quieter than Rebecca’s, as though trying to minimize the sound of their intrusion. But she froze mid-step when she saw Rebecca grabbing a rock from the ground."Wait, Rebecca—" Imara began, but it was too late.The rock crashed through one of the back windows, shattering glass with a loud, jarring noise. Rebecca reached through to unlock the window, then turned to Imara with a cold determination."You’

★★★★The narrow road stretched ahead under the dim glow of streetlights, the hum of the tyres the only sound inside the car. Imara turned her head slightly, her voice laced with unease. "Umm, Rebecca… that car's been behind us for a while now. I don’t think the driver plans on just passing us."Rebecca gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, her gaze fixed ahead, almost vacant. "I don’t think so either," she murmured absentmindedly, her tone distant.Imara frowned, her eyes narrowing as she studied Rebecca’s expression. Something was off. Rebecca’s silence, her taut jaw—she wasn’t just ignoring the situation; she was preoccupied. Imara leaned forward slightly, her gaze darting to the side mirror. "Are you even paying attention to this? What’s on your mind?"Rebecca blinked as if waking from a trance, but instead of answering, she adjusted the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing. The car behind them—a black sedan—had been tailing them for too long. Imara noticed the faint shif