บททั้งหมดของ Love Me Not, Mr. Snow: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Rima’s POVAs the standoff between the doctor and me continues, Diana intervenes with a soft "Wait" She turns to me, her face a mask of concern and gentle reprimand "You don't need to do this" she says, her voice fervent but quiet."Enduring this pain won't absolve you of whatever guilt you're feeling. It won't change what happened. All it's going to do is hurt you"Her words ring in the silence of the room, but I remain rigid, my jaw set. I want to argue, to tell her she doesn't understand, but the words won't come. Instead, I just shake my head, a silent refusal of her plea."Please" she insists, her gaze never leaving mine "Don't do this to yourself. It won't help. It won't bring you peace. It'll only add to your pain"I can hear the desperation in her voice, see the worry in her eyes, but I can't bring myself to relent. The guilt is too heavy, the need for punishment too great. But even as I steel myself for the pain, a part of me is touched by her concern, her determination to pr

Rima’s POV"Jenny" I murmured, my voice cloaked in caution. My mind was a whirlwind of questions, chief among them being how much of my conversation she had overheard.She was a statue in the hallway, her wide eyes locked onto mine, her features frozen in a mask of shock. Her stillness was a deafening silence that spoke volumes, hinting that she had caught more than just fragments of my desperate plea.Without a word, I reached out and took her arm, my fingers closing around her wrist with a firm but gentle grip. I led her into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind us with an air of finality. Enclosed within the stark white walls, we were in our own world, a world swirling with secrets and desperate decisions."Jenny" I repeated, my voice firmer now, a sharp edge hidden beneath the softness, intended to yank her back from the precipice of her shock.She blinked, her eyes clearing as she focused on me. Gathering herself, she found her voice “You’re not going anywhere, Rima. Jacob

Jacob’s POVI awoke to a kaleidoscope of blurred colors and vague shapes, my world spinning on an axis that I couldn't quite grasp. My throat was a desert of raw, scorched pain, and a malevolent drumming echoed within the confines of my skull.Struggling through the disoriented fog, my mind scrambled to piece together the puzzle of my surroundings, to decipher the cryptic jigsaw of what had befallen me. A silhouette began to take form in my murky vision, a familiar figure that moved with tender care towards me, placing a comforting hand on my fevered forehead.Blinking through the confusion, my eyes gradually adapted to the light, gradually revealing the tear-streaked face of my mother. Her mask was damp with tears, her gaze flitting between anguish and relief, a silent war of emotions dancing in her eyes."Thank god you're alright" she murmured, her voice choked with emotion, her fingers gently threading through my hair with a tenderness only a mot

Jacob’s POV"Where is she?" The words slipped through my clenched teeth, each one heavy with an urgency that refused to be ignored."Do you really think my answer will change from when your brothers came asking the same question?" Demir replied, a hint of mockery tinging his words.I slammed my fist on the desk, my patience dwindling "Stop toying with me, Demir! You're the one she'd turn to after Tony's death. I know she came to you" I shot back.His response was a smirk, cold and infuriating "So, by your own admission, she doesn't trust you at all. Maybe you should take your own hint, Jacob, and let her go. She certainly has let you go"I could feel a hot rush of anger sweeping over me, an insurmountable wave that drowned reason and restraint. My fist connected with his jaw, the impact sending a jolt of pain through my chest as my wound protested the sudden movement. But I didn't allow the flare of pain to show on my face."Consider this your final warning, Demir" I warned, my voice

Rima’s POVTransfixed, my eyes met a familiar pair of warm brown depths that had haunted my dreams and tormented my waking hours. Eyes filled with a raw, horrifying realization of my intention, a sight I never anticipated to witness.Was it a cruel twist of fate? Or perhaps the intervention of some higher power that had caused me to overlook the safety on the gun, preventing me from taking my own life in his presence?His eyes were wide, mirroring my own shock, filled with an emotion that looked suspiciously like relief. His gaze was heavy with an unreadable mix of emotions as he took in the sight of me, trembling, gun still pressed against my chest.Tentatively, Jacob reached out, his hand shivering as much as mine, and gently eased the gun from my grasp. His touch was gentle, warm, a stark contrast to the cold steel that had been resting against my skin moments before.He placed the gun on the nightstand with a care that suggested he was ha