All Chapters of The Mate I Can't Have: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Evelyn’s POVThe autumn sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays through the trees as I wandered the quiet paths behind Crestwood High. Fall had arrived in full force—the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. But beneath this picturesque setting, my thoughts churned with unease. Something was off, and I was determined to discover what it was.For weeks, I’d sensed a shift in the atmosphere—a palpable tension that hummed through the halls of our school. Hilda and Ivory were at the center of that tension, weaving their web of manipulation, and I was all too aware of their cunning ways. I had grown increasingly wary of them, and what had started as suspicion was now a burning need for answers.As I passed by the side of the school, I noticed a small gathering in the empty courtyard. It looked like Hilda and Ivory were caught in a heated discussion with a few of their followers. I ducked behind a nearby tree, flattening myself against the cool bark, my hea

HENRY'S POVThe hallway of FCY International High felt tighter than usual, the air thick with an unseen tension that thrummed in my veins. I peeked into the back courtyard, where I could see Liam and Niyla deep in discussion, their faces close enough that I felt an instinctual knot tighten in my gut. Watching them together, laughter spilling from Niyla's lips, that familiar rage flared in my chest. I hadn’t felt this way in months. Not since…I shook my head, trying to clear the morose thoughts of what I had lost. I shoveled my hands in my pockets and took a breath, drawing on that mixture of anger and determination that had fueled me countless times before. My late father owned this school, and with it, the power of its authority rested on my shoulders. I strode toward them, the clack of my boots echoing harshly as I approached. “Liam,” I called, my voice sharp as shattered glass. Both their heads snapped up, confusion darting across Niyla’s eyes while a smirk bloomed on Liam’s fa

HENRY'S POVThe days bled into one another, an endless cycle of dread and anticipation as the tension escalated between us like a high-stakes game. Niyla remained an oasis of calm amidst the turmoil, but I could sense the turmoil in her heart. Every glance at her brought an unbearable weight because I knew what hung in the balance.I soon realized that Liam’s threats weren’t mere bluster; they simmered just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at any moment. All the while, Niyla attempted to mediate, urging me to ‘talk it out’, to ‘find common ground,’ while I felt like a powder keg, ready to detonate at any minute.Determined to track Liam down, I decided to confront him at a late-night party—an event he'd schemed to showcase his new connection with Niyla. I dressed carefully, my resolve hardening with each minute passing. I found them outside, huddled near a flickering fire, their faces illuminated by the flames. Niyla laughed at something Liam said, and I felt an overwhelmin

Evelyn's POVAs I sat in the empty auditorium, the faint echoes of past performances reverberated through the hall. The shadows clung to the corners, whispering secrets I had vowed to uncover. It was here, beneath the flickering lights and the dust-coated stage, that I first realized the cost of truth, and my heart thrummed with anticipation. I had witnessed the manipulation, the deceit, and I was ready to expose every last bit of it.It was hard to believe that just weeks ago, Niyla had been caged by their lies—Ivory and Hilda’s insidious web weaving around her, ensnaring her dreams with promises tinged with malice. They’d manipulated her like a puppet, turning her life into a cruel game for their amusement. The thought sent a rush of anger coursing through my veins. They had convinced her that their father owned half the school, that she should serve them as their maid to fulfill her dream of becoming a pianist. I could almost hear their belittling laughter ringing in my ears every

Evelyn's POVThat evening, I sat at my desk, going through my notes and the testimonies I had compiled. The clock ticked furiously as evening fell, casting long shadows across the room. The weight of the truth settled heavily on my shoulders, almost foreboding in its significance. Would I be able to dismantle Ivory and Hilda’s destructive reign over Niyla’s life?I glanced outside, and the wind howled through the trees, matching the tempest that raged in my heart. I couldn’t postpone any longer; it was time to share my findings. As I made the trip back to school the following morning, determination coursed through me. I knew that with each step into the administration office, I was not only seeking justice for Niyla but also facing the very embodiment of deceit that threatened the integrity of FCY International College.When I stepped inside, Principal glanced up, and the solemnity in his demeanor set my heart racing anew. “Evelyn,” he acknowledged with a hint of urgency. “Ready to