All Chapters of The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daniella’s Point of View Unrequited love was supposed to be bittersweet, wasn’t it? But to me, it felt more like a curse. I didn’t blame Liam for not loving me back—love couldn’t be forced. Yet, I couldn’t shake the deep sting of betrayal and humiliation that had festered for weeks.That was why I decided not to go to the hotel. Instead, I went home, poured myself a glass of wine, and began deleting every memory of Liam and me, one by one. Truth be told, there weren’t many photos to begin with—most of them I’d taken in secret. Back then, I used to cherish them. Now, it felt liberating to hit "delete." Oddly, we didn’t even have a single picture together, just the two of us. My chest still ached, but with each erased image, I felt a little lighter.My love for him had failed—just like my mum always said. “Finding someone you love who loves you back is the biggest miracle of all,” she used to tell me. She wasn’t wrong. Love could fade, grow silent, or twist into something ugly, but it

The sheer audacity of his calmness snapped something inside me. He didn’t even acknowledge what I’d just said. Didn’t deny my accusations. Didn’t argue. He just sat there, staring at me with that detached expression, as if I were the irrational one.No matter how angry I got, how much I screamed or cried or held back, I was nothing more than a puzzle for him to solve. A minor inconvenience in his otherwise perfect life.Liam Garvalle didn’t love me. He didn’t want to be with me. He didn’t have me in his future plans.But he wouldn’t even give me the courtesy of saying, “I wish you well.”Instead, he needed me to keep repeating myself, to keep begging for scraps of understanding, to keep twisting myself into knots trying to figure out his intentions.What was the point? Was this my life now? To spend the rest of my years hopelessly in love with a man who couldn’t even pretend to care? To live for the fleeting moments when he’d let me into his bed, only to discard me again?I stared at

Daniella’s POVLiam’s controlling nature is a beast of its own. He can’t stand the thought that anyone might leave him willingly. Maybe he doesn’t even realize it—it’s like some deep-rooted compulsion. He doesn’t know how to let go because he’s always been the one holding the reins. And now? Now he’s decided it’s “unfair” to me that Matilda can live in his house while I never have. As if that’s the issue. Suppose I do move in with him the way he wants. Let’s humor the idea for a second. It wouldn’t even take a month before Liam convinces himself he’s “made it up” to me. He’d pat himself on the back, thinking he’d done the honorable thing, and then he’d find some excuse to sweep me out again. I know this because I’ve loved him for ten years. I know everything about Liam. And Liam? He doesn’t love me enough to even try to know me. I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and forced myself to meet his gaze. “Let’s set aside the fact that your sister would never approve o

I was reviewing some documents at my desk when my colleague Jason walked over, phone pressed to his chest. He leaned in close and whispered, “It’s Anna from Garvalle’s company…”I froze, my pen pausing mid-way. My mind raced. Why was Anna calling me here? I had made it very clear that I was done with Liam and everything associated with him. I had ignored her previous calls, but apparently, she’d found another way to reach me. Clever. Annoying, but clever.Jason gave me a puzzled look as I hesitated. Reluctantly, I took the phone from him, forcing a tight smile. “Anna,” I greeted coolly.“Miss Thornhill,” Anna’s voice came through, polite and almost apologetic. “I’m sorry for disturbing you at work, but I really need your help.”I leaned back in my chair, already annoyed. “What is it, Anna?”“Well… I wanted to ask a few things about Mr. Gravelle,” she began hesitantly. “First, where do you usually order food for him from? Besides the meals you cooked yourself, of course.”My lips twitc

I left work early, cutting my shift short without bothering to notify anyone. The office could manage without me for a few hours—or forever, for all I cared. A strange weight had been pressing on me all day, an uneasy feeling I couldn't quite shake. It was as if something bad was about to happen, though I couldn’t pinpoint why. Stepping into the chilly evening air, I sighed, letting the tension escape my body for a moment. My thoughts inevitably drifted to Liam Gravalle. He was probably throwing some kind of tantrum by now. Ten years of taking care of him had made me an expert in his quirks, his moods, and—unfortunately—his triggers. It wasn’t arrogance; it was simply the truth. Liam didn’t know his own body half as well as I did. I’d spent a decade making his life smooth and seamless—knowing the exact balance of flavors his palate could handle, the routines that kept his skin from breaking out, and the little things that kept him calm when his workload became unbearable. But all