All Chapters of Bared To You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Edwina Upon hearing Esther's scream, I quickly assumed she was in trouble. After hastily dressing following my evening shower, I rushed outside to investigate. To my surprise, I found Esther and Evelyn showering Justice with hugs and kisses, leaving me puzzled. "What's happening?" I inquired. "Edwina, look!" Evelyn handed me a paper from the Cooperative society. Initially fearing the worst, I realized it was a receipt. "This is a receipt," I noted. "Yes! Justice paid off our debt," Esther exclaimed. As I examined the receipt, confirming the five-million debt was settled, signed by both the chairman and Justice, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. "Why... Why would you do something like this for us?" I questioned him. "You're not a member of this family." "Edwina!" Their shock mirrored my reaction. "I'm grateful, but you had no right." I tossed the receipt to the floor. "Where did you even manage to get five million within two weeks?" "Instead of questioning him..." "It's an

Julian"I hope you have good news for me, Raphael?" Dad inquired as one of the bodyguards returned from the search for Max. Despite knowing the answer to everyone's question, I had made a promise to my brother not to disclose his location."I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Raphael replied, "but we didn't find him in Orlu either." "Well, we won't stop there. He's bound to be in one of the other two kingdoms. My father's cousin sent word that he's not in Oleus either." Dad asserted. "Eisner and Havindelle are the only kingdoms left to search. You can go, Raphael."After Raphael left, I spoke up, "Dad?""Yes, son?" He turned to me."Why don't we just end the search? We're wasting resources as it is," I told him. "He did say that he didn't want anyone searching for him."Dad's brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why I wasn't expecting news about my brother. Max's twin sister Bianca and his favorite, Annabeth, weren't overly concerned either."That's really funny," Dad remarked. "Because I co

StevenI found it disheartening that Edwina dismissed my cautionary advice about associating with Justice, a man she knew little about and who posed potential harm to her family. While I appreciated her occasional stubbornness, I wished she would heed my warning and keep her distance from Justice. Perhaps my concern was fueled by the notion that Justice was the type of guy who effortlessly captured hearts, evident in Edwina's older sisters being infatuated with him. This led me to fear that Edwina might also develop feelings for him.My decision to visit her arose from my insecurities, stemming from the scarce moments I spent with Edwina lately, as she was frequently engrossed in activities with Justice. Upon my visit to her house, I witnessed them dancing on the veranda, accompanied by music from the Bluetooth speaker she had borrowed from me, while her sisters enthusiastically cheered them on. Having been friends since the age of six, I had never witnessed Edwina dance before. Sh

Desmond Williams's obsession with Esther Jonas began when he was only sixteen years old. He'd met her for the first time at the market where he'd gone to collect his weekly allowance from his mother and without watching where he was going, bumped into Esther who was carrying a crate of eggs.At the age of sixteen, he wasn't a saint by any means but meeting Esther made him feel like he'd come across an angel sent from heaven. Cliche, right? Well, that was exactly how he'd felt and he knew right there and then that he had to make her his. Unfortunately, his romantic advances were met with rejection from Esther who refused to be associated with a notorious playboy like Desmond. Determined not to let anyone else have her, he threatened all the boys who tried to get close to Esther and made sure no one ever asked her out. Seven years later, his obsession with her was still going strong and she was still elusive to him.He was astounded when he found her clinging to the stranger with no me

Leonidas Lost in my thoughts, I stared at the vast expanse of land before me: King’s Meadow, its dense trees stretching until they met the horizon. Below, the houses with their aluminium roofs gleamed like shards of glass under the midday sun. A picture of peace, of order. Yet inside me, there was only unrest.I could almost feel the heat radiating off them, as though each rooftop carried its own secret burden. I let my gaze wander over the familiar landscape, my palms resting heavily on the cool iron railing of the balcony. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted upward, mingling with a faint breeze that whispered through the wooden beams above me. My mind was adrift in a sea of questions I had no answers to. Where had I gone wrong in raising my kids? I wondered, my chest tightening at the thought. The question had lived rent-free in my head for years, but today, it echoed louder than usual.Was it foolish to send them abroad at such a tender age? Eight years old—just kids. I’d told