The Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Beep! Beep! Beep! " Is she going to be okay doctor?" i hear a voice ask but i could not make out who said that. " Oh my sweet girl please wake up." the person starts crying i tried to open my eyes but i could not. I felt myself slipping off. I kept hearing people speak but i could not reply, i was just surrounded by darkness. ************************** " You can't leave me like this Izzy, who the fuck am i going to spill my tee to, like girl you know that you the only one that gets me, so wake the fuck up." Ron says while hugging me. " I might as well die with the way you are squeezing me." i say in my head. " Izzy?!" Ron asks me. "mhh." i feel myself slipping off again. " no no, stay with me girl don't leave me." he tries to urge me. " let me go call the doctor." Two minutes later he returns with the doctor. "I hear that you are awake young lady." that's when i fully open my eyes fully taking in my surrounding. "Where am i?" i ask, my throat was so sore, suddenly i felt

Izzy sat in her hospital bed, staring at the blank walls, her mind racing with questions and fears. She knew Ace was still out there, and the thought of him finding her again made her shudder. The pain in her stomach was a constant reminder of the abuse she had suffered. Despite the support of her family and Ron, she felt a gnawing sense of vulnerability. In a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, Logan Blakk, known in the underworld as the Don, reviewed the latest reports from his network. Logan was a shadowy figure, feared and respected in equal measure. His empire was built on loyalty and ruthless efficiency, and he took a particular interest in those he deemed under his protection. Logan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he read the details about Izzy. He had been monitoring her situation closely ever since Ace’s abuse had come to his attention. The thought of anyone harming her ignited a fury within him that he hadn’t felt in years. She was a woman who had un

Izzy stood outside the gates of her college, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at the familiar brick buildings, their imposing stature somehow more intimidating now than they had ever been before. She had taken a leave of absence after the incident with Ace, needing time to heal both physically and emotionally. But now, after weeks of recovery and therapy, it was time to return to her studies and try to piece her life back together.The decision to come back to college hadn’t been easy. She had agonized over it for days, worried about how people would react, what they would say. Izzy wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the rumors, the whispers, and the judgmental stares. But she knew she couldn’t hide forever. She needed to finish her degree, to move forward and reclaim some semblance of normalcy in her life.Taking a deep breath, she walked through the gates and into the campus grounds. The morning sun was warm on her face,

Izzy sat in the café, her heart still racing from the unsettling messages. She tried to steady her breath, reminding herself that she had come too far to be dragged back into the chaos that was her life with Ace. But as much as she wanted to ignore the fear, it clung to her like a shadow, a constant reminder that her past was never truly gone.She hadn’t told anyone about the messages, not even Lena or Ron. What could they do? It would only make them worry, and she didn’t want to drag them into this mess. But as she stared at her phone, she knew she couldn’t keep it all inside. She needed help—someone who could actually do something about this.Her mind drifted to the mysterious person who had reached out to her before, sending cryptic but protective messages that had somehow made her feel safer, even if she didn’t understand why. She had saved the number under “D” in her phone, the initial being the only clue she had to his identity. He had warned her about Ace, guided her away from

Izzy had been back at college for a few months, juggling her coursework with the persistent dread of Ace’s threats. One evening, feeling unusually anxious and on edge, she decided to clear her head. She took a walk to a nearby café she hadn’t visited before, hoping the change of scenery might help. As she wandered, she passed a warehouse that had recently been transformed into an upscale lounge. The sign out front read “Blakk’s.” Despite her unease, she was drawn to the place out of curiosity.As she neared the entrance, she noticed an unexpected commotion. The loud noises, a mixture of shouting and grunts, pierced through the thin walls of the warehouse. The sound was alarming, but her curiosity got the better of her. She edged closer, careful to avoid making noise.Peeking through a slightly ajar door, Izzy’s heart sank as she saw a horrifying scene. A man was being beaten severely by a group of men, the violence methodical and brutal. The attacker’s faces were partially obscured, b