All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

NoahThe garden didn’t feel peaceful anymore. It was too still, too quiet, like the air itself was waiting for me to react. Savannah’s words were still floating around in my head.“Leo’s been kidnapped,” she’d said.My mind scrambled, like maybe she was exaggerating, maybe he just ran off for a while. But the look in her eyes told me it was real. I didn’t know how to react. For a moment, I just stood there, but then I blinked at her, and my chest tightened. “You’re not serious.”She didn’t even flinch. “I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t.”And that’s when my stomach dropped. I tried to breathe, but the air felt heavy. I sat there in silence, feeling the weight of it. And the longer it sat, the heavier it got. Until the thought I’d been dodging slammed straight into me.“This is my fault.” The words slipped out before I even realized I’d said them.“If I hadn’t dipped, if I hadn’t walked away when things started spiraling… maybe none of this would’ve happened.”Her eyes narrowed and beca

SavannahI thought the air around the pond would clear my head, but it didn’t. Instead, Noah’s words kept circling in my chest. He was right. I’d said it too many times and believed it was true.We couldn’t save Leo unless every card was on the table. And now that I’d spilled mine, the silence between us had a new weight.“Come on,” Noah finally said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “We can’t figure this out sitting here freezing by a pond. Let’s go back to my dorm. We’ll plan better inside.”I hesitated and my gut twisted at the thought of being cooped up with him in his tiny dorm room. No, I couldn’t imagine myself back there. I’d made so many memories there, memories I didn’t want to relive by going back there. But he wasn’t wrong. Sitting here wasn’t going to rescue Leo.“Fine,” I muttered against all my better judgment, stood up, and brushed off my jeans. “But don’t think I’m letting you boss me around.”He gave me one of his half-smirks and quirked. “Wouldn’t dream of

SavannahWhen I heard his demands, I couldn’t move.The words kept echoing in my head, replaying like a broken record, and the whole time, I wondered how I’d gotten myself in this situation. “Five hundred thousand dollars, or I take everything you’ve buried and scatter it for the world to see.” Those words would continue to haunt me unless I did something about it.There was a lot at stake here: the Ford name, my name, and the family’s legacy.The more I thought about it, the more my hands trembled. The message was short, direct, and dripping with the kind of menace that made my stomach knot. Half a million dollars wasn’t pocket change. And it wasn’t just about the money; it was the threat of exposure that twisted the knife deeper. That man knew things. Things that could destroy me, my reputation, and every carefully placed wall I’d built to keep the family business untouchable and out of this mess.For a long time, I couldn’t speak. I just sat there, staring at nothing and replaying

SavannahAfter Leo and I returned to campus, I tried to pretend everything was alright. That was the only way I knew how to keep moving forward…slip into routine, wear a smile, and convince everyone that I was fine. Campus was supposed to feel like normal life. I was supposed to participate in classes, have some coffee runs, and attend late-night study groups. The chatter in the halls, the rush of students trying to get to their next lecture. It was all still there, like the world hadn’t just tilted off its axis for me.But every step I took since I returned felt heavy. Every conversation I overheard sounded distant and muffled, like I was underwater. Some people laughed, some complained about assignments and made plans for the weekend, but my mind was far from any of this. Still, I nodded along when anyone talked to me, and forced smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes, but inside I felt like a ghost walking through someone else’s life.Some days slipped by without me noticing, and t

SavannahI probably shouldn’t have sent that text, but it was too late to turn back now. The whole day, I’d been thinking about this situation, drumming up strategies, tactics, or anything I could do to not have to pay five hundred thousand dollars that I didn’t even have. But like I said, it was too late to turn back now. I had no other choice but to meet Tyrant and try to settle this.The night was too quiet. I made my way across the hallway of my dorm room, my bag slung across my shoulder, my phone clutched in one hand. I kept telling myself I shouldn’t be doing this, that sneaking off to meet the same man who threatened me was reckless. Stupid, even. But the thought of sitting still, of letting him hold the strings while I pretended not to notice, was worse.The air outside was cold and sharp, biting my skin as I walked. Every step felt heavier, like the weight of my choice was pressing down harder and harder the closer I got.The location he’d sent wasn’t flashy. No dark alley, n