All Chapters of Hook an Engineer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She had no idea what happened last night. Everything was a complete blur. No matter how hard she tried to recall the events, there were fragments of her memory that refused to return. Who brought her home? How did she manage to arrive safely?Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of her phone. It was Rona."Gypsy, I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to leave you behind!" Rona’s voice was laced with guilt.Gypsy pressed the phone closer to her ear, her heartbeat echoing in her chest."I thought you already went home," Rona explained, her voice filled with regret. "You weren’t at the table anymore, so we assumed you left. I didn’t know you were still in the restroom."Gypsy leaned against her bed’s headboard, closing her eyes. So that was what happened. She had been locked away in the restroom, sick and alone, while her so-called friends unknowingly abandoned her.She sighed. "It’s fine, Rona. I was in there for a long time, and I didn’t tell anyone where I was going."After a few

Melissa stormed out of the building, unable to bear the sight of Drake any longer. Rage coursed through her veins. How could she not be furious? He was hurting her best friend. Sure, Melissa had been a fool for love before—she had loved Tristan despite everything—but she refused to let Gypsy make the same mistakes she did. She couldn't stand by and watch her suffer through the agony that came from loving the wrong person. Gypsy was strong, independent—she never let a man get too close. But she had made an exception for Drake, and now she was paying the price.Her phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Aunt Carmela."Yes, Auntie? Really? That’s great news! I’ll be there right away."Gypsy had finally woken up.A wave of relief washed over Melissa, and without wasting a second, she jumped into her car and sped toward the hospital. The moment she arrived, she rushed into Gypsy’s room, enveloping her in a tight embrace. Her friend was pale, her eyes dull, and her body weak, b

She used all her strength to push against the door, trying desperately to keep Drake from entering. But he was too strong. No matter how hard she resisted, he forced his way inside."Drake, leave me alone! You're not welcome here!" she shouted, her voice laced with fear and defiance. Even as he stood there, imposing and unmoving, she continued to push him back, as if sheer willpower could make him disappear.Drake’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Is this how you treat your fiancé now?" His grip tightened around her wrist, and she could feel the heat seeping from his skin."Do you know what I hate the most? Cheaters," he spat bitterly, his voice laced with venom.She took a step back, her heart pounding. What was he talking about? Was he accusing her of cheating? Who was he to judge her?"Who are you to throw accusations at me? Besides, I don’t consider you my fiancé anymore! So, get lost!" she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.Drake’s eyes darkened. "I never accused you, but th

She was now willing to give up her dreams for love. She was ready to take the risk, to fight for what her heart truly desired. But maybe, love was never meant to be a one-sided battle. Maybe it wasn’t enough that she alone was willing to fight, to gamble everything. Because what was love if it was only one person holding on? If Akie chose to walk away, then she had no choice but to let go, no matter how much it hurt. It wasn’t easy—letting go never was—but she had no other option.She was not the kind of person to force herself on someone, but that didn’t mean she was unscathed. It didn’t mean she wasn’t hurt, that her self-worth wasn’t shaken, that her heart wasn’t torn apart. She had always believed that she was enough. That her love would be enough. But Akie proved her wrong.She had always been confident, believing that when she confessed her feelings, Akie wouldn’t reject her. She thought he would chase after her, just like the other men she had been with before. She thought it wo

The stranger was caught off guard by Mrs. Cameron’s offer. He didn’t expect her to suggest a reward—did he look like someone in need of money? He helped without expecting anything in return, and her offer left a bitter taste in his mouth."Pardon me, ma’am, but I don’t need your money.""I’m sorry if I offended you. I just don’t like being in debt to anyone, and this is my way of settling things," Mrs. Cameron explained, her voice laced with formality."It’s fine. I should get going," he replied. He had no reason to stay. His family was waiting for him—he had just returned from Australia, and it had been years since he last set foot in the Philippines."Wait," she called after him. He stopped and turned around."What’s your name?""Vincent Brooklin."She nodded and extended a calling card to him. "If you ever find yourself in need of anything, no matter what it is, call that number. Whatever you ask, I will grant you."He hesitated but took the card, slipping it into his pocket. Not be