All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dante’s POV“Get out!”The maid stumbled back, her hands shaking as the glass she had dropped shattered at her feet. Her eyes widened, filled with tears, as she mumbled a frantic apology before scrambling toward the door.The door slammed shut behind her, the sound cutting through the tense air. I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.“Really?”I didn’t bother looking up at the sound of Cyrus’s voice. His heavy footsteps stopped just in front of the broken glass.“That’s the third maid this morning,” Cyrus said flatly. “You can’t keep terrorizing the staff like that.”I leaned back in my chair, already irritated by his presence. My eyes slid shut as I rubbed my temples. “What do you want?”“I should be asking you that,” Cyrus said, crossing his arms. “What’s up with you? You’ve been grumpier than usual all week. Everyone’s on edge around you.”I groaned, sighing silently. “It’s not my fault everyone seems to be getting on my nerves. Just now that maid couldn’t even bring a damn tray w

Amaya’s POV He saw me. I didn’t notice it at first, but by the time I did, it was already too late. He even called my name. I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding as I spun around, pushing through the crowd, not glancing back once. The concert was still in full swing, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have come to the bar alone. I should have sent Ryder instead. Ryder. My eyes darted toward the VIP section where I knew he was waiting for me. When he saw me, he smiled, but then his brow furrowed as he stared at my empty hands. “Where are the drinks?” “We should go,” I said as I got close enough, pulling him by the arm. Ryder’s brow furrowed deeper as I tugged at him. “Why? It’s only the first half. The best part hasn’t even started yet.” “I changed my mind,” I said urgently, pulling him toward the exit. But he didn’t budge. “Why so suddenly? Did something happen?” “I’m fine!” I snapped, a little too harshly. His eye

Amaya’s POVHis face went pale, and he stumbled back, his eyes locked on me like I was a ghost.“Amaya?” he choked out my name, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. “Wait—what? You’re alive? That… that can’t be possible. How are you alive?”My fists clenched at my sides as my heart pounded faster. My eyes darted around, searching for an escape while praying silently for Ryder to come to my rescue. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.“What do you mean? This is a resort. And don’t try to change the topic.”Damn it.He took a step closer, but I instinctively moved back, and my body tensed.“You’re supposed to be dead,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. His brows furrowed like he was trying to make sense of something impossible. “I saw it happen, Amaya. I was there.”Of course he was. How they thought I was dead, I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t care, but it was too late now.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep my expression unreadable. “Well

Amaya’s POV“I can’t believe that bastard. He’s got some nerve. You’ve been gone for almost a year! I thought they said he was in pain over your death. He doesn’t look like someone who’s suffering. He hasn’t changed a bit—still the same arrogant bastard,” Ryder said, looking physically pissed as he paced back and forth.After the incident, the entire dinner was ruined. I had completely lost my appetite, and Ryder even had to cancel the other plans he had for me that night.Now we were back in my hotel room, and Ryder wouldn’t stop ranting about Dante.I had changed into a more comfortable outfit as I sat on the bed, quietly watching him pace. There was a lot I wanted to say, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the scene over and over again.“He couldn’t even pretend to care. That’s what pisses me off the most. How did you cope with that idiot all those years?” His question was directed at me, but I just remained silent, unsure of how to respond.I mean, what was I supposed to say? The

Amaya’s POV The moment he let go of me, I took my chance and ran. I didn’t look back. I didn’t even care to know who had interrupted so I could thank them later. I just ran until I was back in my hotel room. Slamming the door shut, I pressed my back against it, my chest rising and falling as I let out quick, uneven breaths, clutching the wet fabric of my nightgown. Why was he so keen on making this so much harder than it already was? I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palm against my forehead as if that could stop the memories from replaying. The entire purpose I had stepped out was to forget. How the hell was I supposed to do that now? I let out a shaky breath and forced myself to stand up, making my way into the bathroom and changing into a more comfortable outfit. This time, an oversized t-shirt and shorts, before stepping back into the bedroom. That’s when I noticed Ryder wasn’t on the bed. I assumed he had returned to his room, and I felt guilty knowing I was the one who