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Chapter 14: My Fake Husband
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2026-03-16 00:22:17
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Rewrite My Fate Chapter 120: The Mirror
JADEI don't know how many days have passed since Zayn rescued me. I don’t remember. I’ve been unable to sleep and I figure that Zayn is lacing my system with pills to help me rest. When I’m awake, I relive the horror of almost dying again by the hands of the very people who murdered me in my past life.Dragged right back into that rusted cage. I can still feel the chains cutting into the raw flesh of my wrists, pinning me down while Daniel stands over me with a look of longing and an expression that resembles guilt. But when I’m fast asleep and I’m not worrying about what I’ve been through, I dream of him—my fake husband, the only man who’s been haunting my sleep and consciousness. I think I’m in love. I’m in love with Zayn Hemsworth.I stir in bed. The sheets feel too soft, the room too quiet. I wake up and find the space beside me is empty. Zayn isn't in the room. I pull the duvet away and sit up right at the edge of the bed. I feel cold. I pull his heavy robe over my shoulders,
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 119: Family Line
“You’ve always known how to land a good punch,” Damon says.I step around the desk, towering over him like the shadow of death itself. I reach down, grabbing him by his shirt and hauling him to his feet with one hand. I wrap my hand around his neck and slam his back against the wooden desk. My grip is so tight his airway is completely restricted, his face turning a mottled purple beneath the blood. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t paint this room with your brains right now.”Damon doesn't look afraid. That is his sickness. He spits blood onto the front of my shirt, a wet, rattling laugh bubbling up from his throat.“There he is, the real Zayn Hemsworth. Look at you... acting like a savage over a girl. You always were weak, Zayn.”I tighten my grip, my fingers burying into his throat until his windpipe groans under the pressure. “I froze your offshore accounts. By tomorrow morning, you won't even have enough money to buy a meal, let alone a helicopter out of this country.”“You do
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 118: The Glass Cage
I don’t speak. I simply watch the way Daniel’s chest heaves, savoring the gasp of his failing lungs. He might die of infection if not starvation and dehydration—yet all he cares about is his mother. What a good son he is. Barbara's bloodshot eyes stare wildly around, settling on the CCTV at the corner of the ceiling. “Psycho! Just send us to the police! We’ll confess! We’ll sign whatever you want! Just put us in a cell instead of keeping us here... give us water... please...” I lean into the microphone. “The police, Barbara? Now why would I outsource a personal matter to the state?” Daniel weeps, his hands pressing against the glass he can’t see through. “Zayn, I beg you! I didn't let Damon have her! I hesitated! I told her I loved her! Jade knows... Jade knows I didn't want to hurt her! I care about her.” “You put your filthy hands on my wife. You made her cry, Daniel. You made her believe, even for a second, that help wasn't coming.” “We’re sorry!” Natasha shrieks from the
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 117: The Rescue
I run out of the warehouse. I realize it’s night. The cold air is cutting into my lungs. I try to take in steady breaths as I sprint, but breathing is just too hard. It begins to rain. The storm is blinding, driving needles of freezing precipitation straight into my eyes as I stumble across the muddy gravel of the yard. I can’t see what’s ahead of me. I can only hear what is behind—the terrifying thud of heavy boots tearing through the puddles.“She went toward the perimeter! Split up and find her!”Damon’s men. They are right on my heels. My foot catches on a rusted piece of rebar hidden in the mud. I gasp, throwing my hands out as I go crashing into the wet gravel. Pain flares in my knees, but the adrenaline overrides it. I must escape. I need to survive. I scramble back up to my feet, my breath hitching in my throat, sobbing from exhaustion. I can’t go back into that cage. I can’t let them hand me over to Damon. I don’t want to die in his hands.I round the corner of a rusted meta
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 116: The Escape
“Jade—” “No,” I say, shifting back as Daniel stretches his hand to reach out to me. “What happens to me?”He slides to the very edge of the mattress, dragging his split plaster cast with a low hiss of agonizing pain. He reaches out again, his trembling hand hovering over mine, desperately wishing he could touch me, but stopping just short when he sees the dead look in my eyes.“Please, Jade,” he begs, his voice cracking into a heartbreaking sob. “Just tell me you understand. Tell me you see why I have to do this.”“I don’t understand.”“I don't want you to die. I still love you.”I scoff. “Do you really?”“God help me, I love you so much it’s killing me. Everything I did... taking you from St. Jude’s, bringing you here... I just wanted a chance for us to be what we used to be. But if I don't give you to Damon, Zayn is going to kill us within the hour. I’m trying to save my family.”“You’re not saving anyone,” I say, my voice steady, refusing to give him the comfort he’s begging for.
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 115: Then What Happens to Me?
JADEI don’t know why my mind chooses this exact moment to remind me of the time I could taste freedom like honey and breathe it in like air. It was sweet, I can’t even lie. Freedom is something you don't know how much you cherish until it’s stripped from you.And love… genuine love is one of the good things that make one feel truly free. Because tell me why every image that’s pulsing through my mind is of Zayn? Why do I think of only him? The metal on my wrists bites deeper into my skin every time I draw a fresh breath. But memories of Zayn cut deeper than anything else. I wish I’d looked at him far longer than I did before he left.I wish I’d memorized the ink on his skin and asked him what they meant. I wish I… I wish I’d said ‘I love you’ even if I wasn't sure if he’d say it back. A stray tear escapes my eye. The concrete floor beneath me is freezing, bleeding a numbing chill straight through my clothes and into my bones.I use the back of my hand to wipe away my tears. I should
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 59: A Beautiful Disaster
“You’re supposed to be at the bar, Daniel. Or perhaps looking for a new job,” I say, not turning back.“I told you, Jade. I work here now.” He stands beside me, tilts his head, his eyes roaming over the backless cut of my dress. “And I think we have a lot to talk about. Like how you’re playing the
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 56: The Return to New York
The last few days at the beach house are just me and Zayn, a feverish daze of salt air and red light. We barely leave the house. We hardly leave the red room. It’s as if Zayn is trying to weave himself into my very DNA, replacing every traumatic memory with the weight of his body and the cold, dia
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 50: The Punishment
I push myself up. “I already apologized.”He looks at me, disappointment written all over his face. He steps closer but doesn't touch me.“You don’t get to leave,” he says quietly. “Not when the people who ruined your life are still breathing down your neck.”The truth lands heavily. I freeze, my m
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 49: Me and the Devil
The sound of sirens cut through the chaos. It sounds very close. The boy with the knife snaps. He lunges—either to prove a point or because fear made him stupid. Zayn catches his wrist mid-air and slams it into the wall. The knife clatters to the ground. “You shouldn't have done that,” Zayn snarls
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