Ava's POV.
Were the triplets just pretending to be nice so they could crush me right after? Were they just deceiving me?
I glanced at Iris again and wondered if I had misinterpreted the smirk I caught on his lips or if I was overthinking things.
“Iris! I’m talking to you!” Vanessa yelled again and snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Just shut up and get off my phone!” He retorted coldly.
“Iris, I know you aren't stupid enough to be with a common stripper—”
“I don't see anything wrong with being a stripper. It's a job and doesn't make someone less of a person. Stop your backward thinking!” He defended me.
“You don't know what you are talking about!” She snapped.
“Disconnect call,” Iris said, ending the call.
I suddenly became confused. He smirked at her words but still defended me.
“Don't take what she said to heart,” He whispered, facing me.
“I'm used to it already,” I stuttered, looking away from him.
“Don't worry, she won't bother you at all,” He muttered, his voice confident. But what was the assurance that Vanessa wouldn't make my life worse?
Her brothers defended me in front of almost everyone yesterday, and now one of them is still strongly defending me.
Instinctively, I took my thumb to my lips, biting it. I wondered what Vanessa was going to do to me. Would I be able to endure another humiliation or experience something even worse?
“Ava…”Iris called, placing his hand on my thigh.
I froze as his hand gently patted me.
“I'll protect you, don't worry… “He reassured, his ocean-blue eyes glinting at me. They made me feel a bit calm, but then I remembered how dangerous the ocean was as well.
What if I was being tricked?
As he returned his hand to the steering wheel and continued driving, my nervousness returned. When the car got closer to the school, my heart pounded faster.
“Iris,” I called quietly.
“Yes, love.” He shifted his gaze to me.
“Can you please drop me off here? “I requested, unwilling to face the peering eyes of students or fuel more rumors.
“Why? We're almost at the school," He quizzed, confusion clear on his face.
“I don't want…”I began but paused. I didn't want to give him more reason to think that he should care for me.
“I feel tired of sitting here, I just want to take a walk and…and exercise my legs,” I lied.
He suddenly burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sound. How perfect!
“I doubt that's the reason, but if you want to walk, then I'll just leave the car here and walk with you,” He offered, bringing the car to a slow halt.
“No!” I exclaimed, my voice sharper than intended. “I just want to walk on my own! I need some space!”
He didn't look convinced by my words, but then he nodded.
“Okay, you can go.”
With that, I unbuckled my seat belt and tried to push the door open, but it didn't budge.
“Wait,” He muttered before commanding, “Open.”
The car door instantly unlocked, and I gasped. I was amazed but refused to get distracted.
I quickly jumped out of the car and muttered, “Thanks for the ride.”
I ran from there before he could say anything in response.
I ran all the way to my class, ignoring the whispers that commenced as soon as I entered. I was late, and that was the only thing I had to pay attention to.
As I reached the classroom, the teacher was already there.
“Good morning, sir,” I greeted and bowed my head slightly.
“You're late, I should kick you out of this class!” The teacher spat with strange contempt in his voice.
“I'm sorry, it won't happen again,” I apologized and bowed my head.
“Get out of my sight!”
“Thank you, sir,” I stammered and rushed over to my seat.
The very moment I sat down, Vanessa walked into the classroom. The teacher greeted her first and allowed her in without a single complaint.
I quickly lowered my gaze to avoid her murderous glare, but to my greatest shock, she walked over to the person beside me.
“I want to sit here. Move!” She ordered, her voice dripping with malice.
The student quickly gathered their things and left while Vanessa sat beside me.
Sweat formed on my skin, and I began shaking involuntarily. Why had she chosen to sit beside me? What did she want?
I tried looking at her, but she was already staring straight at me. I began breathing unevenly and had the urge to run.
The air around me was suffocating, and it felt like my lungs would shut down. I prayed for the teacher to finish the lecture because I couldn't bear sitting next to her any longer.
The moment the teacher exited the classroom, I sprang to my feet and grabbed my bag.
“Ava!” She sneered as I was about to leave.
“I am going to kill you,” She spat.
Without looking at her, I dashed out of the classroom. I lurked around for a while, and when it was lunch time, I didn't bother heading to the cafeteria, besides I didn't have lunch to eat, and what if she poisoned the food?
Although poisoning was extreme, she had done so much to make me think otherwise. I was terrified of what she could do to me.
“I should go to the library,” I muttered, knowing that it was one place Vanessa hardly went.
However, as I headed towards the library and reached the hallway, I noticed how eerily quiet it was.
“Where is everyone?”I whispered and looked around.
When I walked further down the hallway, I heard footsteps behind me. But when I turned around, I didn't see anyone.
“Odd,” I pouted, looking forward.
As I started walking again, the footsteps resumed. I was about to turn again when the lights suddenly went off.
My eyes widened as I saw a strange person standing at a distance.
“Who are you?” I shuddered, but there was no reply; the person just kept walking towards me.
Fear gripped my heart, and I began running. Their footsteps quickened as well and got closer to me.
I suddenly recalled Vanessa's words, and panic rose within me.
“I don't want to die! Someone help me!” I cried out.
I tried to run faster, but my foot suddenly hit on something, and I tripped.
“Ahh!” I whimpered as I fell to the floor.
“No!”
Zayne's POVThe rage burning inside me was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Every rational thought in my head was screaming at me to calm down, to think this through logically, but the image of Zach Budu ting Vanessa kept flashing through my mind. I couldn't go home. Not yet. Not until I had answers.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly I was surprised it didn't crack under the pressure.I remembered the address from the other day, when we'd tracked down Zach's hideout. If Zach was anywhere, he'd be there.The familiar neighborhood came into view, and I felt my wolf stirring beneath my skin. It wanted blood. It wanted revenge. And honestly, I wasn't sure I was strong enough to stop it much longer.I parked outside the building.I walked to the front door and I grabbed the handle and twisted, expecting it to open, but it didn't budge."What the hell?" I muttered, pulling harder. The door was locked tight.I tried again, this time putting my full weight behind it. Still
Zayne's POVI watched helplessly as Ava continued to sob, her tears seeming endless. No matter how much Steve and Irish tried to comfort her, she wouldn't stop crying. The sound of her grief was like a knife twisting in my chest."Ava, please," Steve said softly, his own voice thick with emotion. "You need to calm down.""How can I calm down?" she choked out between sobs. "The doctor said she was okay! He said she could come home! People don't just die like that!"Her words echoed the thoughts that had been racing through my mind since we left the hospital. The doctor had been so confident, so sure that Vanessa was recovering well. How could someone go from being cleared for discharge to dead in a matter of hours?I felt my own tears threatening to spill over as I watched Ava's pain. She kept wiping at her eyes, but the tears just kept coming. Steve and Irish were trying to hold it together for her sake, but I could see they were struggling too. We all were."It doesn't make sense," I
Writer’s POV Zach sat alone in his room, his laughter echoing off the walls in a way that would have chilled anyone who heard it. The bruises on his face throbbed with each movement, but the pain only fueled his twisted satisfaction. "By now, she should be dead," he muttered to himself, touching his swollen lip. "How dare those triplets think they could just beat me and walk away without consequences?"He picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the number he needed. The call connected after two rings."It's me," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "Go ahead with the initial plan we discussed.""Are you sure about this?" the voice on the other end asked. "Once we start, there's no going back." The voice added. Zach's grip tightened on the phone. "I'm sure. Those bastards need to pay for what they did to me. Just stick to the plan."Without waiting for a response, he hung up. Phase two was now in motion."Zach! Dinner's ready!" From downstairs, his fath
Steve’s POV Three days later, we prepared to go get Vanessa from the hospital since the doctor had told us she could be discharged. We had gotten a space for her and Ava so they could stay on their own, finally giving them the independence they deserved.Ava was clearly happy about finally getting a space to live with her twin sister. She had been talking about it nonstop for the past day, making plans about how they would decorate their new place and all the things they would do together. Her excitement was infectious, and even though we were still worried about Vanessa's health, seeing Ava so happy made us feel hopeful about the future.Irish was the one who drove to the hospital, and when we arrived, we went straight to Vanessa's ward. She was still sleeping when we got there, looking peaceful and much better than she had a few days ago. The color had returned to her cheeks, and her breathing seemed steady and calm.We intended not to wake her up, thinking it would be better to le
Writer’s POV The doctor looked between Zach and Vanessa, his expression still showing concern despite Zach's lie. "Well, even if you're her boyfriend, you need to keep your voice low. There are other patients here who need silence for their recovery."Zach nodded obediently, putting on a facade of concern and respect. "Of course, doctor. I'll be careful."The doctor gave Vanessa one last look, as if sensing something was wrong, but he didn't press further. With that, he left, leaving Vanessa alone with Zach once again. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it, and she felt completely helpless lying there in the hospital bed.The moment the door closed behind the doctor, Zach's fake pleasant demeanor dropped completely. He turned to Vanessa, his bruised face twisting into a cruel smile that made her blood run cold. The injuries the brothers had inflicted on him the night before looked even worse in the harsh hospital lighting, but instead of making him seem vulnera
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