All Chapters of The Price Of Trust : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she turned to face Eugene, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!” she snapped, her voice sharp and fearless.Eugene’s lips curled into a menacing grin. “Not a chance,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk out of here? Think again.”I froze, my heart pounding wildly as I watched the scene unfold, unable to move. Cynthia, however, wasn’t the one to back down easily. Her free hand darted toward her small metallic clutch bag—the same bag I had seen her gripping tightly since we arrived at the airport. With a swift motion, she swung it upward, smashing it in Eugene's face.He stumbled back, clutching his nose as fresh blood dripped down his face. His grip on Cynthia’s arm loosened for just a moment, and she used the opportunity to wrench herself free.“Go, Myla!” Cynthia shouted, her voice filled with urgency.“I’m not leaving you!” I yelled back, my feet rooted to the spot despite every instinct screaming at me t

I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I barked, my voice raw with anger and confusion. Damien let out a slow, mocking laugh that irritated me. “Oh, Jaxon. Always so quick to play the hero. But this isn’t a fairytale, big brother. If you don’t back off now, her secrets will come crashing down on you, and when they do, you’ll lose everything you’ve ever worked for. Everything.” “ Stop with the cryptic bullshit!” I screamed, and without another word, I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Damien's mocking laughter echoed in my ears like a taunt. Outside, I leaned against my car, my breathing ragged, and my mind racing. Myla was out there, somewhere, and Damien’s cryptic words only fueled my determination. Whatever it took, I would find her. But as I pulled out my phone and dialed her number again, her voicemail greeting was the only response. “Myla,” I said, my voice cracking as I left a message. “Please, just call

“Myla?” Cynthia called, her voice cutting through the chaos in my mind. I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at the crumpled letter in my hands. Her concerned face hovered over me, and her hand rested gently on my shoulder. “I…I can’t do this, Cynthia. I just can’t…” My voice cracked, raw with emotion as I clutched the letter tightly in my trembling hands. “I can’t go back… Never!” I screamed until my voice cracked, hot tears streaming down my face as I let out all the pain and anguish that had been building up inside me. Cynthia reached out, her hand brushing my shoulder as we walked home. “Myla, breathe. Please.” Her voice was soothing, but the fear gripping my chest was undeniable. I shook my head fiercely, stepping away from her touch. “No, you don’t understand! What If I go back to Georgia, and Jaxon’s parents find out about Liam? What if they take him away from me? What if Vanessa…” I trailed off. My words caught in my throat as the terrifying images of my nightmare flashed

Mr. Clark gestured toward Jaxon, his smile never faltering. “Yes, Coco. Jaxon is your boss. He’s the one you’ll be reporting to once you move to Georgia.”The air left my lungs, and my knees wobbled as the room began to tilt. My boss? Jaxon was my boss? No. This had to be some cruel twist of fate, a joke the universe was playing on me.As I risked a glance at Jaxon, my stomach twisted into knots. His lips was curled into a slow, sly smile that sent shivers racing down my spine. But it was his eyes—those piercing, stormy eyes—that really unsettled me. They seemed to hold something, an emotion I couldn't quite decipher... Was it amusement?... Or Curiosity?He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving mine. “Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more, Coco,” he said, his voice low, dripping with something I couldn’t name.I wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but my throat had gone dry. The words were trapped, strangled by the overwhelming wav

"I'll strangle you and kill you, so leave this minute!" I hissed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. I pray Cynthia doesn't appear now. Jaxon has no business being here. So what the fuck does he want?But instead of backing down, he smirked. That infuriating, cocky smirk that made my blood boil."Really? That's interesting," he mused, as if I'd just said the weather was nice. Then, without another word, he reached out, and pried my hands from the door where I had been standing my ground to block him. He stepped inside like he owned the damn place. My body shook as he strolled into my living room with a quiet, effortless confidence—like he belonged here.And then, to make things even worse, he sat down. Not just anywhere. He sank onto the couch – my favorite couch – the one closest to Liam.My Liam.He had no right. No right to be here, no right to sit there, no right to…"I... fucking... hate... you. " I spat, my voice laced with anger.Jaxon, the arrogant bastard, didn't eve