Semua Bab SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Marcus POVI continued to engage Luke while Rowan, Storm, and their men moved stealthily toward the back to attack him from behind. My whole body was poised and ready for any movement. I never left sight of Luke’. My eyes were glued to him while I listened to Marie’s story. But my main focus was Martina. She looked like she was ready to drop on the floor any moment. I was banking on Luke to hold her securely.Then, it happened. The moment Storm and Rowan grabbed Luke on the back, it surprised him. He lost his hold on Martina as well as the gun he was holding to threaten her with. I ran and dove the last few feet that separated us when Martina’s body collapsed on the floor. “Gotcha!” I murmured in her ears and pulled her to safety. The gun Luke was holding dropped on the floor, and it fired accidentally.When we heard the gunshot, I wrapped my body protectively around Martina, my arms cushioning her ears. At the same time, I saw Luke struggling from the lockhold Rowan and

Martina POVA few hours later, my head started to loll on the side, and I was ready to doze off. My adrenaline rush had come down, and I felt like a piece of paper, ready to be thrown by the wind. My eyelids started drooping when the door to the operating room swung open, and a group of medical practitioners came out. The doctor removed his surgical mask before he asked us. “Are you the patient’s next of kin?” I nodded. “Yes. I am the patient's daughter. How is she?” “The operation was successful, but the patient had to remain in the hospital for several days to assess the damage to her legs and to recuperate. She also needed to undergo therapy afterward.” I nodded. “Can we see her? Talk to her?” “She had been sedated. She is still in the recovery room, and will be transferred to a regular room soon.” “Will she be okay?” “Let us see and assess things further when she wakes up.”After telling us this, the doctor left us. I hugged Marcus. “Marie is going to be okay.” He w

Martina’s POVMarie’s eyes welled with tears. Despite that, she was smiling from ear to ear. “My daughter.” Her voice trembled, too.She spread her arms wide, and I gladly ran to her side to receive her warm hug. When she wrapped her arms around me, my shoulders shook, and I started crying. Finally, I found the warmth of my mother’s love. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you. I was afraid you would reject me, and I worry about you and the kids. I can’t let you go. I knew how much you needed my help at that time.”“I understand,” I told her, wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Thank you.” Marie, or rather, my mother said. We were smiling through our tears when Marcus neared us.No words passed between them. Marcus put a hand on my mother’s shoulder. Mom patted it repeatedly in a comforting way. That was enough between them. A new bond has been formed. Afterward, the doctors came and explained to Marie the rehabilitation and therapy she would be undergoing. “Sometimes, it

Hello, my loves, It’s the end of Marcus and Martina’s story, and I am feeling a bit down. It pains me to let them go, but their story is already finished in my head. I could not add more. Besides, I promised you to make it a short one. Only 50 chapters, but I exceeded and ended up writing 55 chapters for their story instead. Sorry about that. Anyway, just a little trivia. I originally planned for Marcus to end up with another girl to offer a new flavor to the 3rd installment. But then I realized that would be diverting from the original theme/concept - second chance.And I kept reading you wanted Marcus and Martina's story. I could not let all of you down. So I revised my original concept, explained why Martina was like that, and cleared the path to their happy ever after. Hope I did not disappoint you guys. Now, we are beginning with our fourth installment, Flint Ford's story. As I mentioned in my previous author's notes, I upload 1-2 chapters daily. If I can't upload two

Flint POV“Have you been daydreaming, bro? I hope it’s not p*rn.” Marcus said when I pried my eyes open to see him hovering over my desk. The sight of Marcus’ smirk had a dousing effect. My mind became instantly alert. I sat hurriedly in my executive chair and rubbed my palms to my face.“You have a drool on the side of your mouth,” Marcus informed me, grinning from ear to ear. I wiped the sides of my mouth with the back of my index finger, noting the absence of wetness. “Just joking,” Marcus said. He posed like the runway model he used to be and folded his three fingers, leaving the index and the middle finger in a gesture of a peace sign. “B*st*rd! What do you want?” I barked, not amused. “It’s Hanna and Rowan’s wedding today, but you are still here in the office. Didn’t you get home last night?” Marcus asked.“And what were you dreaming about? Was it the same girl?” Marcus eyes me suspiciously. Years ago, I drunkenly admitted to Marcus that I spent a weekend affair with