All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

NoahThe last time I saw Savannah at the hospital, I swore to myself I couldn’t drag her deeper into this mess. She had shown up for me when I didn’t deserve it, when I was half-broken, hiding bruises and lies under my hoodie. And for a second, I thought maybe I could let her in. Maybe I could tell her the truth about how far gone I was with the dealers. But the second I looked into her eyes after I woke up in the hospital, I saw the danger following me like a shadow and knew if she stayed too close, it would catch her too.That’s why I’ve been keeping my distance. Avoiding her in the halls, slipping away when she called, and ignoring her texts. But in all honesty, I was also slightly embarrassed. I used to be this hero figure to her. Her knight in shining armor, and he didn't want her to think I was weak. I don’t know why it still mattered to me. We were broken up, and I had nothing to prove, but still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. It wasn’t because I didn’t care; it was the opposit

SavannahAfter that incident, I left Noah standing there, his voice echoing in my head long after I walked away. He wanted me to back off, to let him drown quietly in the mess he’d made with those dealers. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t built to stand aside while people I cared about got dragged under. Every step I took across campus felt heavier, but also sharper. Like I was acutely aware of what I was walking into, but couldn’t do anything about it. I wasn’t second-guessing myself anymore. I wasn’t just some girl caught up in a boy’s bad choices; I was a player now, and I was about to prove it.It was funny when I thought about it. But as I kept walking, I didn’t even make it halfway across the quad before trouble found me.A guy I’d never seen before leaned against the library steps, watching me. He wasn’t a student; that much was obvious. He wore the wrong kind of shoes, jeans, and had the wrong kind of stare. His hoodie was pulled up even though the sun was burning hot, and there was

SavannahI never thought the two worlds I straddled would start choking me from both sides, but that’s exactly what it felt like. School and the streets weren’t just colliding anymore; they were wearing me down, piece by piece, until I could barely breathe.On campus, it was the same routine: books, essays, group projects, professors with no clue how heavy my nights had become. My phone buzzed constantly with coded messages, numbers, and locations, and each one was a reminder that while everyone else worried about grades and internships, I was out here fighting a war against men twice my age who thought they owned Noah, and now, me.I sat in the library one afternoon, pretending to read through an economics chapter while my laptop screen blinked with an unfinished paper. My mind wasn’t on supply-and-demand graphs. It was on the name Ford, and how it slipped from my mouth that day with the dealer, and the way he looked at me after with shock and respect. It was the first time I realize

SavannahLeo was kidnapped. The thought of it still sounded strange in my ear. In a way, you could say it was almost funny. I couldn’t imagine how we’d gotten here, but somehow I still knew one thing was certain. It was all my fault. There had been this tiny voice ringing those words repeatedly in my head since the moment I heard about that.‘It was your fault. It was your fault, Savannah. You could have stayed away, but now you roped someone else into your mess, and if something should happen to him, it’ll be your fault still.’The second I realized Leo was in their hands, something in me turned. I didn’t know what it was at first. It was like a pit gnawing in my stomach. Or a painful knot. But then that feeling went away almost immediately. Whatever fear I had before, it was gone. I didn’t care about hiding anymore. I didn’t care about pretending my life was normal. My friends were already too deep in this, whether I liked it or not. And if I was going to save him, I needed all of

NoahWhen I heard those words from Camille, I didn’t know how to feel or act. I just knew one thing, and that was that I had to leave that place immediately. I didn’t even know where my feet were taking me. I just had to get out. Out of that room, away from the sound of Camille’s crying, out of my own head before I did something stupid like punch a wall and end up looking like those dudes online who brag about “emotional damage” but can’t even hold a pen after.So I walked and kept walking with no real direction in mind. I walked through the hallways, past people who probably gave me side-eyes, and down into the courtyard where the noise of the school kind of blurred. My chest felt tight, like every word Camille said was still stuck in my lungs.The baby wasn’t mine. Just saying it in my head still sounded like a bad Netflix drama. I was the fool. The guy raising another man’s child in his imagination, stressing over diapers I hadn’t even bought yet.The more I tried not to think abou