All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ANYA Mark looked me in the eye as he continued, “Hunter could have killed that guy if he wanted to, Anya. He could have let him bleed to death. After all, he had enough reason to. But he didn’t. He let him live. He didn’t want your name to be connected to a murder. He could have ended that guy’s life in seconds, but he chose not to. Why? Because Hunter isn’t a monster. You keep thinking of him as this ruthless killer, but he’s not the kind of man who goes around killing harmless people for no reason.” I let out a shaky breath. “Then who does he kill, Mark?” Mark’s eyes didn’t waver. “Hunter probably only kills when he has to. When he’s protecting someone he loves.” I froze. The words sank deep into my chest, making my heart pound painfully. Protecting someone he loves. I thought back to Panama. The blood. The gunfire. The bodies. Hunter had killed every single one of them. I had seen it with my own eyes—the cold, calculated way he pulled the trigger, how he never hes

HUNTER I stared down at the divorce papers on my desk, my fingers tightening around the pen. The ink was still fresh from my signature, the final mark that would officially sever whatever bond I had left with Anya. This is for the best. I told myself as I leaned back, my jaw clenched. The past few days had been a storm of chaos, and betrayal. I had given Anya chances but they obviously meant nothing to her. And now, I was done. I pulled out my phone and dialed one of my men. "Is Anya at home?" I asked, my voice calm. There was a pause. Then his voice came through, tense. "Sir… Anya’s been taken." My heart stopped. "What?" My voice came out low, dangerous. "She’s been kidnapped. Just a few minutes ago. I...." I didn’t hear the rest. I already knew who it was. Cross. That son of a bitch. I should have handled him a long time ago. I should have made sure he never had the chance to breathe, let alone touch what was mine. I clenched my jaw, my grip on the phon

ANYA As soon as Mark dropped me off in front of Hunter’s house, I turned to him and said, "Go home." He hesitated. "Are you sure?" I nodded, forcing confidence into my voice. "Yes. I need to do this alone." Mark sighed but didn’t argue. "Call me if you need me." I watched his car disappear down the road before turning to face the towering gates of Hunter’s house. The guard at the gate recognized me and after a brief hesitation, he stepped aside. "You can go in, ma’am." I whispered a quick thanks and hurried inside. The moment I reached the front door, I grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. I knocked. No answer. A lump formed in my throat. I turned to the few bodyguards stationed around the compound. "Where’s Hunter?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. One of them, a tall, muscular man, shook his head. "He went out." "Where?" "We don’t know, ma’am." I clenched my jaw. They must know. They just won’t tell me. I pulled out my phone and

ANYA When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was alone. The space beside me on the bed was empty. Cold. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the quietness of the room, my heart heavy with disappointment. Last night, I had fallen asleep beside Hunter, hoping that he would hold me, that he would listen to my words, that maybe… just maybe, he would let me back into his heart. But he was gone. I sat up slowly, my throat tight, but then, I laid back on the bed, putting my face on the spot Hunter had slept in. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. I felt wonderful as I relieved the first time Hunter had taken me out on a date and how magical it had been. I opened my eyes with a smile on my face but it disappeared all too quickly as reality hit me faster than I expected. I sat up, and moved away from the bed, That was when I saw the neatly arranged pile of clothes on the couch. Dresses, shoes, toiletries, even makeup products. Everything I w

HUNTER I turned away from Anya and stared at my brothers who were watching the scene unfold like it was some damn movie. I could see the amused smiles on their faces. They were enjoying this way too much. I ignored them and walked toward the table in the room. There was a box on it. Small and black. Anya couldn’t see it because my body blocked her view. I reached out and picked it up, feeling the weight of what I was about to do settle deep inside me. Then I turned around and walked back to her. The moment our eyes met, I saw fear in her eyes. She was afraid. Not afraid of me hurting her, but afraid of rejection. Afraid that after all this, I would still turn her away. And for some twisted reason, that made me happy. Because I had suffered. I had bled for her but she had crushed me. But even as I felt satisfaction, there was something stronger inside me—love. Yeah, I was pissed. Yeah, she had hurt me. But damn it, I still wanted her. Letting her go had bee