All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

SavannahThe music had stopped then, or maybe it hadn’t, but I couldn’t hear it anymore. All I could hear was the rush of voices, the sound of dripping water, and Harper’s friends calling out my name in an accusing tone that made my stomach twist.“What’s your problem, Savannah?” one of them shouted. “You pushed her!”“I didn’t…” I tried to say, but they were already closing in, and their eyes were blazing like an angry mob was about to be formed. Harper was still coughing up pool water, surrounded by people wrapping her in towels and pretending they cared, and my heart was thudding in my chest, my palms clammy. I knew what this looked like. I knew how fast stories like this could spread.So I didn’t wait for them to finish their performance. I had to leave before they got angrier and decided to attack me, so I turned and walked away. Fast.I didn’t even look back. I just moved past the crowd cautiously, ignoring the stares and murmurs that followed me like a trail of smoke. I needed

SavannahI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing somewhere beside me. The morning light was barely breaking through the curtains, and for a second, I thought it was my alarm. But when I reached for it and saw the notification flash across the screen, the drowsiness vanished, and I woke up almost instantly.It was an unknown number, but something about that already didn’t sit right. I blinked a few times, rubbed my eyes, and opened the message, trying hard to keep myself composed. It wasn’t long, just one line, but it was enough to make my stomach twist. “You’re running out of time, Miss Ford. Tell your people to cooperate and hand over the twenty million, or next time, I’ll take more drastic measures to get my message across.”I read it again and again, and each time, the words felt heavier, like they were sinking straight into my chest. I didn’t need anyone to tell me, I knew who it was—the Crow. For a few seconds, I just sat there with the phone still in my hand, trying to proce

SavannahThe footsteps grew louder, each one thudding like a countdown. I could feel my pulse racing, and before I could even think, I shoved the Benedict Holdings folder halfway back into the drawer. My fingers fumbled with the cabinet door, but the damn thing refused to close quietly.“Savannah?”My entire body went cold.That voice. I knew that voice. I turned around slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, and there he was, Jackk standing in the doorway, holding a takeaway coffee and looking at me like he’d just walked in on something far worse than a crime scene.For a split second, neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, and stretched between us like a wire about to snap.He took a step forward, his brows knitting together. “What are you doing in here?”“I…” I started, forcing out a laugh that sounded painfully awkward. “Just… looking for something.”“In your father’s private office?” he asked, his tone sharp, skeptical. “Without him here?”I tried to act casual, leaning back

SavannahThe next morning, I tried to act normal. I really did. I went through the usual motions: coffee, mirror, the silent drive to school, but this time, it all felt heavier than usual, like the air itself was holding its breath. Maybe it was because of what Jack and I found last night, or maybe it was just that quiet sense of being watched that wouldn’t leave me alone.By the time I reached campus, I’d decided to keep my head down. Blend in and observe my environment now that I know what I know. The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself when I had no idea who was already watching.The classes felt like a haze. Every sound, every whisper, felt louder than it should. I tried to focus, but my mind kept slipping back to the files, to the coded numbers, to the way Jack’s expression had hardened when he found out the secretary was feeding the Benedict’s information. At lunch, I sat by the window in the cafeteria, but my tray was barely touched. That was when I noticed him

SavannahAfter a while, the silence between us stretched long enough to start feeling heavy. The old park was still and quiet except for the soft hum of insects in the background and the dull creak of a broken swing shifting in the wind. Julian sat beside me, staring off at nothing in particular. I could tell his mind was still replaying what had just happened. Mine was too.For a while, neither of us spoke. I traced a small crack in the bench with my finger, trying to calm my breathing. My pulse had finally started to slow down, but the chill from earlier hadn’t completely left. The idea that someone could tail me so easily and follow me for hours without me noticing left me rattled, especially as I found out he was a hired assassin.I looked at him then, as it occurred to me yet again the danger he had jumped into to save me from, and then noticed that his knuckles were bruised from the fight. He didn’t seem to care, though. He just kept staring into space, lost in thought.“Julian,