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Chapter 48: Is It Worth It?
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2026-04-25 21:53:27
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He lifts me properly and helps me stand on my own two feet, which threaten to wobble if he lets go. His hands retreat slowly, making sure I’m steady.“I’m good,” I assure him. “And I accept your condition. I’m not leaving until our contract is over and until I get my revenge.”He stares at me intently, as if searching for even a trace of doubt on my face, but I hold his gaze, unshaken.As if satisfied with what he sees, he smiles. “Good girl,” he says, patting my head like I’m a creature he’s finally tamed. The heat of it lingers on my skin long after he turns toward the kitchen. We eat in silence. I watch him feast on the salmon, his movements graceful, and I realize he isn’t just eating to prove he isn’t mad. He’s eating because I asked him to. It’s a terrifying realization of the kind of power I’m not sure I’m allowed to have.“Did you always have magic hands?”I blink, suddenly shy, wondering if he caught me staring. “What?”“You cook incredible dishes,” he says. “You’re just ama
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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. Another twist. Another sickening snap. The boy crumples, clutching his arm, screaming. Kendall stumbles free, scrambling toward me. I grab and embrace her tightly. The third guy runs. He barely makes it two steps before Zayn grabs him by the collar and hurls him straight into a metal dumpster. The impact echoes through the alley. Red and blue lights flash across the walls. “Police! Don’t move!” Officers rush in, weapons drawn. They take in the scene instantly—three men down, one pinned, two barely conscious, one woman bruised, another shaking, and one man standing tall, totally unharmed and unfazed. Zayn steps back. Not because he has to. But because he’s done. “I called it in,” he pr
Rewrite My Fate Chapter 48: Is It Worth It?
My hand goes still. I don’t process what he just said. Suddenly I do. Nice ring. Give it to us. And we let her go. The world narrows instantly. My fingers instinctively curl over my hand before I even look at it properly, like I’m shielding it from them. The ring is the only thing holding me in place, a reminder of the man I just realized I can't live without. The leader smirks when he sees my hesitation. “Come on,” he says softly. “It’s just a ring.” Just a ring? My throat tightens. Kendall shifts in their grip, a small sound of pain escaping her when the knife presses a little deeper. “Don’t—” she chokes out, eyes locking on mine. “Don’t listen to them.” “Shut up,” the other guy holding her snaps, then covers her mouth with his free hand. “Hand over the ring,” the leader coerces. “No,” I say, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “I’ll transfer the money. I’ll write a check. But you’re not touching this ring.” He laughs, darker this time. “A chec
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