All Chapters of Prince Charming's one-night stand : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

A stack of old clothes were kept in there, and Jack sneezed twice in only a minute of being in there. "Who is there?" He muttered, switching on the lights. He sniffed around carefully, but there was no one in sight. Just pure silence. He stumbled upon a red hood lying on the laundry basket. It was lying on top of several other old-looking clothes. He bent down to pick it up because it looked eerily familiar. His eyes widened as he examined it closely, noticing a tear on the left side and a trace of blood on the edge. "I have seen this somewhere." He thought. "His mind spun with questions as he tried to recollect where he had seen that red hood. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized that Belle was awake and had entered the laundry room. He quickly turned around, hiding it behind him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that clouded his mind. "Oh Belle, you are up?" He smiled, moving an inch closer to her, still with his

"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c

Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you made any enemies recently, or stumbled upon any sensitive information that could have triggered this?" Jack racked his brain, trying to think of any recent events that could have led to him being stalked by a wanted criminal. "I can't think of anything," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "I