All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ANYA When I stepped into the hall, my breath caught. The chandeliers sparkled like scattered stars, casting a soft, golden glow across the enormous space. The walls were lined with intricate carvings, and every corner of the room was adorned with fresh roses and lilies. On the right side of the hall, six doors stretched down the length of the wall, each leading to smaller, luxurious rooms. The room was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. I scanned the crowd, recognizing familiar faces from high school. It felt surreal seeing them all in one place after so many years. A mix of nostalgia and unease settled in my chest as I exchanged polite greetings. Evans waved enthusiastically from across the room, Bernice surprisingly flashed a smile at me, and Cross tried to speak to me using his eyes. Even my brother, Mark, was here. Mark’s face lit up when he saw me. He pushed through the crowd and pulled me into a tight hug. "Anya! Finally. I was looking forward to see

BERNICE The moment Anya collapsed onto the floor, I felt a surge of satisfaction run through me. Finally, everything was going exactly as planned. From the shadowy corner where I had been hiding, I stepped out and walked toward her, a smile creeping across my face. There she was, sprawled on the floor, helpless and completely unaware of what was about to happen next. Her phone lay on the ground beside her. I bent down, picked it up, and inspected it for a moment before tucking it into my bag. This was the key to everything. I turned to Elliot, the guy I had roped into this plan. He stood a few feet away, looking slightly nervous but eager enough to do the job. He was one of Anya’s old classmates, and the fool had no idea she was married to Hunter Steele. I had paid him well for his part in this. All he needed to do was ensure that they ended up in the room together, looking compromised. If he wanted, he could go ahead and have sex with Anya, but that was left to him. The most i

ANYA I woke up feeling like my head had been struck with a baton. My eyes fluttered open, and the soft glow of a bedside lamp revealed Hunter sitting beside me. His expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with concern. An IV drip was attached to my wrist, and the sight of it made my stomach churn. “What… what happened?” My voice was barely above a whisper. Hunter leaned forward, his hand brushing lightly over mine. “You were drugged, Anya. It was at the party. Mark found you just in time.” The words hit me like a slap. “Drugged?” I repeated, disbelief laced in my tone. Memories of the party flashed through my mind, but they were fragmented, like pieces of a broken mirror. “The last thing I remember was talking to Evans. I walked away from him, and then… nothing.” Hunter clenched his jaw. “I know who did this,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Who?” I demanded. He shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it once I get the evidence I need.”

ANYA I stood frozen in the silence that followed. The gate had barely closed behind Bernice when Hunter turned to me. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. His eyes burned with fury as he crossed the space between us in just a few strides. Before I could even speak, he grabbed me by the arm. “What were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice low but deadly. I flinched. “Hunter, I.....” “Don’t,” he growled, cutting me off. “You knelt before me, begging for her? After everything I did for you? After I let her stay here for your sake? What was the point of any of it, Anya?” “She’s my friend,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “Your friend?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “That wasn’t friendship, Anya. That was betrayal. She slapped you, and you stood there. You didn’t fight back. You begged me to stop. Do you have any idea how weak you looked?” I tried to pull my arm free, but his grip only tightened. “She’s not an enemy, Hunter. It was a misunderstanding....."

ANYA The night was alive with music and chatter, but all my focus was on Hunter. As I sat on his lap, I moved to the beat of the music with deliberate purpose, swaying my hips sensually. His eyes were locked on mine, and for a moment, there was just silence between us before the faintest smile tugged at his lips. “You’re putting in so much effort,” he said, his voice almost inaudible over the loud music. “And is it working?” I whispered, leaning close. He hesitated, but his hands rested lightly on my waist. “You’re trouble, you know that?” “Maybe,” I said with a playful shrug, “but you seemed to be in need of a little trouble, tonight.” I let the rhythm guide me, letting my movements speak for themselves. Slowly, the lines on his face softened. He didn’t just smile...he laughed, his striking features making my heart flutter. By the time the tension in his shoulders melted away, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, shaking his head.