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Chapter Forty Eight
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His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Nine
A dull ache pulsed in my skull as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, like I was swimming through molasses. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound that registered.I was still in the hospital.A tired sigh drew my attention. My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights overhead. A middle-aged doctor stood beside my bed, his arms crossed over his chest, a clipboard in hand. His expression was neutral, but there was something relieved in the way he exhaled."Finally stable," he muttered, glancing at the monitor.I swallowed, my throat still raw. "How long?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper."Seven hours," he replied. "Your vitals were erratic for a while, but you're stable now. No need to keep you here any longer."I blinked, struggling to sit up. Every muscle in my body protested, sore and stiff from everything that had happened. The doctor scrib
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The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-04His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Fifty
The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm
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The door flew open with a deafening crash, shaking the very walls of our small, run-down house. My heart leapt to my throat as three towering figures stormed inside, their dark suits and cold glares exuding danger. Before I could process what was happening, they grabbed my father, Javier, who was sitting in his worn armchair, clutching an old book.“Let me go!” he shouted, struggling against their grip, but it was no use. These men were built like mountains, and their strength was overwhelming. One of them shoved him to the floor with brutal force, landing a harsh kick to his ribs.“Dad!” I screamed, rushing forward, but another man stepped in front of me, his glare stopping me dead in my tracks. His cold, calculated expression made it clear—one wrong move and I’d regret it.“Stay back,” he growled.My father coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he gasped, “Please… I’ll return the money! I just need more time!”I froze, my blood running cold. Money? What
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I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I stared into Theo Rodriguez’s cold, unforgiving eyes. Every part of me trembled, but I refused to back down. My father’s life depended on this moment.“Please,” I began, my voice shaky but growing steadier with each word. “Give me time. I’ll pay the money back. Whatever he owes—I’ll make it right.”For a moment, there was silence. Then, Theo let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. He shook his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Do you think this is some pocket change your father owes, cariño?” he sneered, the term sounding more like mockery than endearment. “This isn’t a debt you can cover by skipping a few lattes or selling some trinkets.”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “How much does he owe?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.Theo smirked, his gaze piercing. “Four million dollars,” he said casually, as if the number was meaningless to h
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I woke up to the sound of keys rattling outside the door. My heart jumped as I sat up, the thin blanket falling off my shoulders. The lock clicked, and the door creaked open.A woman stepped inside. She looked to be in her early forties, dressed in a simple black uniform with a white apron tied neatly around her waist. She carried a silver tray in her hands. On one side of the tray was a plate of food—toast, eggs, and a small glass of orange juice. On the other side was a neatly folded dress, a soft cream color that looked far too expensive for someone like me.“You must be hungry,” the maid said gently, setting the tray on the small table near the bed. Her voice was soft, kind, but there was a flicker of pity in her eyes that made me feel even smaller than I already did.I nodded, my throat dry. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.She straightened and gestured to the dress. “Mr. Rodriguez asked me to bring this. You’ll need to change before you see him.”My stom
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Theo’s brows furrowed, and he turned toward the voice. “Mom? What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone carrying a mix of irritation and surprise.The woman who entered looked to be around 57 years old, with silver-streaked hair neatly pulled back into a simple bun. Her face was lined with age, but her sharp eyes—dark and commanding—betrayed a life lived with authority. She was dressed in a modest, unassuming dress, simple and functional, but there was an air of elegance about her despite the lack of lavishness. Her presence demanded attention, as though she were accustomed to being in control.She took a step into the room, her gaze flicking from Theo to me. She didn’t seem surprised by my presence, but her cold demeanor made me feel like an intruder in the room. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded me, studying me with the same intensity that Theo had moments earlier.Theo didn’t move, still standing in the same position. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t raise his voice. “Thi
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As soon as Theo’s mother’s presence faded from the room, the tension that had been simmering boiled over. He didn’t say a word to me, his jaw tight and eyes dark with barely restrained fury. Without a glance in my direction, he stormed toward the door and pressed a button on the sleek intercom panel embedded in the wall.“Get in here. Now,” Theo growled, his voice like thunder. He didn’t wait for a response.Within moments, the door opened, and a man in his late thirties entered. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he moved with military precision. His face was calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes as he took in Theo’s expression.“Sir—” the man began, but he didn’t even finish the word before Theo’s hand struck across his face in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.The man barely flinched, though his head turned slightly from the force of the slap. He stood rigid, his expression stoic, as if he had expected this
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His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Fifty
The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Fifty
The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Nine
A dull ache pulsed in my skull as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, like I was swimming through molasses. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound that registered.I was still in the hospital.A tired sigh drew my attention. My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights overhead. A middle-aged doctor stood beside my bed, his arms crossed over his chest, a clipboard in hand. His expression was neutral, but there was something relieved in the way he exhaled."Finally stable," he muttered, glancing at the monitor.I swallowed, my throat still raw. "How long?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper."Seven hours," he replied. "Your vitals were erratic for a while, but you're stable now. No need to keep you here any longer."I blinked, struggling to sit up. Every muscle in my body protested, sore and stiff from everything that had happened. The doctor scrib
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Eight
The man's grip was unforgiving as he dragged me down the hallway. My bare feet stumbled over the cold floor, my breath ragged, my mind still spinning from what had just happened. The old woman-she was gone. Shot without hesitation.I wanted to scream, to fight, but my body felt numb.We reached Theo's suite. The door loomed in front of me like a gateway to hell.The man yanked it open and shoved me inside."Slam it," Theo's voice was cold, commanding.The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, sealing my fate.I barely had time to turn before Theo twisted the lock with a deliberate click.Now, it was just the two of us.The silence was suffocating.Blood trailed down the side of Theo's face where the vase had hit him, dripping onto his black shirt. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes-his dark, furious eyes-held nothing but wrath.Before I could move, he lunged.His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me forward.I barely had time to gasp before he slammed my head against the vanit
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Seven
A loud noise startled me awake. The heavy door to the suite slammed shut, the force of it making the walls tremble. My eyes flew open, my heart racing as I sat up in bed. Theo stood near the entrance, his jaw tight, his expression furious. His dark eyes burned with barely restrained anger, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.I swallowed hard, trying to push away the grogginess from my sleep. He looked like he had just come from a warzone—his black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tense forearms. His entire body was coiled with rage, and I could feel the storm brewing in the air around him.Theo didn’t notice me at first. He paced back and forth near the door, his hands running through his hair in frustration. His breathing was heavy, his body tense like he was trying to stop himself from exploding.Then, through gritted teeth, he muttered, "Maldito idiota, Diego. Siempre metiéndose donde no debe."I didn’t understand every word, but I
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I stood there, the envelope clutched tightly in my hands, my mind racing. The words on the paper echoed in my head, "I am watching your every move, Sofia, my love." I couldn’t stop thinking about the first message I received on my phone, then the one on Theo's mom’s birthday. And now, this—another note. Who could be sending them? Why?The headache that had been pounding at my temples grew worse, and I felt a wave of nausea rising. I tried to shake off the dizziness, but it only made everything more overwhelming.I couldn’t deal with this right now. Not with everything else going on. My father needed me, and I couldn’t even think about the possibility of Theo’s torture, the cruel games he played. I had no room in my mind for that right now. I just needed to focus on getting through this trip to Mexico.I swallowed hard, trying to push away the panic that was creeping up. But it was hard. The thought of who could be sending these messages—someone who was always watching, always waiting—
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Five
Evening came, but sleep never did. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning with thoughts of my father.For the first time in years, he had hope. A real chance to be cured. The thought should have brought me peace, but instead, it filled me with worry. What if things didn’t go as planned? What if the treatment didn’t work? Or worse—what if Theo decided to take that hope away?I sighed, turning on my side, trying to push the thoughts away. But it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to my father and everything he had been through.The sound of the door unlocking made me sit up. Hailey walked in, carrying a tray of food. She placed it on the table beside my bed and crossed her arms, watching me. cold voice cut through the silence. “You should eat.”I glanced at the tray but didn’t move. My appetite was nonexistent, my stomach twisted in knots from everything on my mind.After a moment, I looked up at her. “Where’s Theo?”She didn’t hesitate.
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Four
Ten minutes later, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. I quickly stood up, my heart racing in my chest. My father had arrived.I saw him walk in, his eyes scanning the house with surprise. He had never been here before, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was impressed by the size of the place. He had heard about Theo’s wealth, but seeing it in person was a whole different story. It was hard not to notice the way his mind was working—wondering how someone could have so much, yet still hold onto grudges over something like four million dollars.My father knew that money meant little to Theo. It wasn’t about the money for him. It was about power, about making people suffer. The thought of it made my stomach churn.As my father stepped into the living room, he gave Mrs. Rodriguez a polite nod before stepping forward. "Thank you, Mrs. Rodriguez," he said sincerely, his voice carrying the weight of his gratitude. "For giving me a second chance at li
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Forty Three
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of a key rattling in the lock. My heart jumped, but I stayed still, my eyes fixed on the door.A moment later, Hailey stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. The scent of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast filled the room.She placed the tray on the small table beside my bed, her expression blank. “Eat,” she said flatly.Her cold tone wasn’t new. It always reminded me of how things used to be—of Bell.I swallowed the lump in my throat, my chest tightening at the thought of her. If I could turn back time, I would’ve saved her from Theo. Maybe then, she’d still be here. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be alone.Hailey crossed her arms, her gaze unreadable. “Mrs. Rodriguez will be here in an hour, so you have to hurry,” she said, her tone clipped.I nodded slowly but didn’t move right away. Hailey watched me for a second before letting out a sigh.“I’ll get your clothes in a few minutes,” she muttered and turned to leave.As the door closed
