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Chapter Thirty

Author: Heppie Leo🦋✨
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-19 12:45:16

Chapter Thirty

Mikaela:

I laid on the bed, going through my phone as I crossed my legs.

It's been days since I left Kevin's place to hide at this hotel and keep myself safe for the meantime. Something in me said Kevin would come for me, either to attack, or to apologize.

I didn't need any of those so I kept myself hidden here and ordered Adeline to run the company. I ensured she also blocked him everywhere and ordered the security to restrict him from entering the company.

I just didn't want Kevin anywhere near my things, or me.

My phone rang, the caller ID projecting prominently on the screen.

ETHAN.

I was skeptical for a while but ended up answering the call. You just never know.

“Mikaela,” Ethan called before letting out a sigh and mumbling, “Thank Goodness you're perfectly fine.”

“What?” I spat back. Blunt. Emotionless. Rude. But I didn't care.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern heavy in his voice, but I wasn't going to fall for another man posing fake concern.

I had learned my les
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