บททั้งหมดของ Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

SavannahWhen I woke up that morning, my body ached in places I didn’t even know existed, but despite the soreness, I found myself heading back toward the training ground before the sun was fully up. I needed to get stronger, and so I needed to practice and train every chance I got. When I stepped outside, the air smelled like wet concrete and dew, and the distant hum of the city felt almost peaceful.When I reached the clearing, it was empty, just like I’d wanted. The silence stretched around me, broken only by the echo of my footsteps against the cracked pavement. I dropped my bag on a nearby slab of concrete and began to stretch, rolling my shoulders and flexing my arms the way Julian had shown me.The warm-ups helped distract me from the dull sting in my muscles. And so I went over the movements in my head, from my stance to my guard, pivot, and strike. My motions were rough, but I could tell they were improving. I started to shadow-spar, throwing slow, deliberate punches into the

JulianFor some reason, I couldn’t stop replaying that conversation with Savannah in my head. Every word of it, every look she gave me when I told her about my father. It forced me to confront my reality. For the longest time, I’d tried to run away from it. I didn’t think much of my life and what I wanted for myself. But she’d said it so easily then, and I had no other choice but to face it, “You’ll figure it out.” I still remember her words. As if it were that simple. Like defying the man who’d built my entire life to what it was now, wouldn’t come crashing down on me.But still, somehow, those words stuck. When I got back to my room that night, the silence felt heavier than usual. My walls were bare except for a few sketches and old photos, but right then it felt like they were closing in. For a while, I just walked around the room, gazing at nothing in particular, but then I sat down on my bed and my eyes shifted to the phone on the nightstand. It was almost like it was staring b

Julian Since I received that call, all sleep had cleared from my eyes. I kept turning over the same words, the same voice that had crawled into my head and refused to leave. “Tell your friend Savannah Ford that she’s not the only one being watched.”It was the most eerie thing I’d heard in a while. Which made me wonder how much worse the person behind the phone was. Suddenly, every freak in the walls, every flicker of shadow outside my window, made my nerves twitch. I tried to convince myself it was a prank, maybe someone trying to scare me off from helping Savannah, but something about the tone, the calm precision in that voice, told me it was more than that.By 2 a.m., I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, grabbed my phone, and stared at the unknown number on the screen. My thumb hovered for a second as I contemplated whether this was the right move to take, but then, against all inhibitions, I typed,“Who is this?”The message went through instantly, and the screen stayed still. T

JulianBy the time I got to the café, Savannah was already there. She sat by the window, her arms folded, and her face half-lit by the morning sun. The same stubborn glint I’d come to recognize was right there in her eyes. She didn’t look like someone who’d been sleeping well, either. But then again, neither of us had.When she spotted me, she gestured for me to sit, and I slid into the seat across from her.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out tighter than I meant.“Morning,” she replied, her eyes flicking toward me with that half-curious look she always had when she knew I was hiding something. “You said we needed to talk?”“Yeah.” I nodded, rubbing my palms together, searching for where to start. “There’s something you should know first.”Savannah leaned in slightly, and her eyes narrowed. “You’re scaring me already.”I gave a dry laugh. “Trust me, I wish I were exaggerating,” I said.She didn’t interrupt, so I continued.“Last night, I got a call,” I sa

ColleenAs soon as I walked past my door, I raised my hand and turned on the light switch. The lights came on softly and filled the room slowly, bouncing off the marble floor and catching on the glass walls of my penthouse. When I shut the door behind me, for a moment, I thought I was alone, until I saw her.Uriel was sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed, and a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand. The amber light caught the edge of her smirk as she lifted her eyes to me. My chest tightened as soon as I saw her. And for the first time in a long while, I felt my guard slip.I hadn’t seen her in months, not since I walked out on my family and everything that came with it.“You’ve been busy,” she said quietly as her eyes met mine. Her tone was calm, but I knew my little sister, that calm was always the most dangerous thing about her. Still I wasn’t going to look afraid, and so I set my briefcase down on the counter and forced myself to breathe. “You always did have a way of br