Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

SavannahI didn’t even think as I made my way to the garage. There was no time to explain or wait for a cab. Luckily, my father always kept some keys in the garage. His voice was still ringing in my ears, but it was drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat. Noah’s voice from that call had frightened me. It was faint, broken, and had carved itself into my chest. ‘Help, Sav.’ And then nothing.The butler called after me, confused, but I was already halfway down the hall, my phone pressed hard against my ear as I called one of Dad’s IT guys.“I need you to track a phone. Now,” I said, my voice shaking but leaving no room for argument. “It’s urgent.”There was a pause, then a quick, “Send me the number.”I did as I jumped into the black Ferrari, barely able to keep my breathing steady. Every second felt like a year.“He’s in the East District,” the tech finally said as I sped off. “Looks like near the old warehouses by Bay Street.”The drive was a blur, and the whole time, my eyes stayed

SavannahAfter I left the hospital, I called my dad’s Chauffeur to pick up the Ferrari. With the recent free publicity I was getting, the last thing I wanted was to attract more attention to myself by pulling up to college in a five-hundred-thousand-dollar car. I kept my head down and made my way back to my dorm, and by the time I got back, the sun was already gone. My hands were still cold from the hospital air, and my head was still spinning from everything that happened. Seeing Noah lying there, answering Camille’s call… watching her swoop in like she owned him.To be honest, it sucked seeing someone who once made you feel like the world was yours, booed up with someone else. But maybe it was time to accept things for what they were and move on. Besides, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted with Noah anymore.Those thoughts circled round and round in my head as I walked into my dorm, but then something else stirred within me.No. I wasn’t going to sit here and just watch things ha

SavannahWhen Leo’s words sank in, my chest felt tight for a second, then it all rushed out in a burst of excitement.Without thinking, I threw myself into his arms. “You’re the best!” I squealed, wrapping my arms around him so tight he grunted.Leo laughed, but then he pushed me off playfully. “Get off me, girl. I hate you.”I smirked, still buzzing with energy. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me.”He shook his head, pretending to be annoyed, but the little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth gave him away.“So,” he said, crossing his arms, “what’s the plan?”I glanced toward the dorm entrance. “Not out here. Come inside, I’ll tell you everything.”We walked in, and the hallway was quiet except for the faint hum of the vending machine down the corridor. My dorm room wasn’t far, and as soon as we stepped inside, I closed the door behind us.“Alright,” I said, lowering my voice like we were about to plan a bank heist. “Here’s the deal,” I said and began narrating most of what had happ

SavannahBy the time the weekend rolled in, I had made up my mind, Camille’s drama wasn’t going to distract me. I had bigger things to focus on, and Noah’s life was still dangling on a thread.He’d been discharged later that day, but he didn’t try to get in contact with me, so I decided to give him some time. I couldn’t particularly tell why he felt he had to ignore him, or if that had anything to do with his girlfriend, Celine, bumping into me at the hospital.That morning, I woke up with a quiet determination and pulled my notebook closer, and began sketching a plan for my new foot soldiers. After school, I started giving out instructions to Devon’s crew. They were adept and fast in their execution and moved quietly. Our target was clear: Noah’s dealers. We needed names, patterns, who gave orders, and who carried them out. If we wanted to untangle him from this mess, we had to see the full chain.It was risky. I knew that from the beginning. But something about it lit a fire in me.

SavannahThings had been quiet a lot lately. Or at least with all the relationship drama that has been stirring. But I could sense all of that was going to change now. The night of the gala was approaching soon, and I knew it would be impossible to keep ignoring or dodging Camille. But still, I didn’t want to worry about that. After everything that had happened, I deserved a night of fun.I’d picked out the perfect dress and literally started counting down days to the event. I know I sound like a high school girl preparing for her prom, but like I said, I needed a break.The night of the gala, I stood in front of my mirror longer than I should’ve. The dress hugged me perfectly. It was a deep shade of crimson that made my skin glow under the light. My hair flowed down in soft curls, and my makeup was just sharp enough to slice through anyone’s lies. For once, I wanted to walk into that hall and make them all remember who I was, not the broken girl Camille painted me as, not the rebound