All Chapters of My toyboy is Alpha King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Evelyn's POV I watched from afar as he wore the necklace on her. For that reason, the relief I felt was short-lived. Now it felt like I was being suffocated and my heart beat erratically within my ribcage. I couldn't even breathe. It was as if the air had grown thick and heavy, weighing me down with its oppressive presence. And then, like a spark igniting a flame, Celine appeared, her eyes flashing with mischief as she approached Dylan and Kelly.She pushed Kelly aside, her hands grasping for Dylan's arm like a lifeline. The movement was sudden, jarring, and it seemed to reverberate through the entire room. The conversations around us faltered, dying away into an uncomfortable silence."What do you think you're doing?" Celine's voice was sharp. Her face contorting into a frown as she looked at Kelly as if she was about to jump on her with a slight move. "I'm the one who will be engaged to Dylan's family in the future," Celine declared, her voice ringing out across the room.Everythi

Evelyn's pov I walked into the TV station, my assistant by my side, and was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of Lucy's smug face. I wasn't surprised to see her, given the events of the previous day. What did surprise me, however, was the hint of admiration that flickered in her eyes as she gazed at me."You're better than I expected," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "I must admit, I didn't think you'd be able to see through my little trap so easily."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by myself. "And what makes you think I'm interested in playing games with you, Lucy?" I asked, my tone neutral.Lucy smiled, a cold, calculating glint in her eye. "Oh, I think you'll find that we have a mutual interest, Evelyn," she said. "You see, I'm willing to support you in becoming Dylan's wife... on one condition."I felt a surge of wariness, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. "What condition?" I asked, my voice steady.Lucy's smile grew wider. "I want you to help m

Evelyn's POV I gazed at Dylan, noticing the concern etched on his face as he processed the information I had just revealed. It was clear that he was worried about Kelly and the potential fallout from Lucy's sabotage. I felt a pang of mockery towards myself, thinking about how I had always prioritized Dylan's feelings and well-being, even when he didn't deserve it."I've preserved your dignity," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Now it's time for us to break up." The words felt like a punch to my own gut, but I knew I had to say them. My heart ached at the thought of cutting ties with Dylan, but I was resolute. This relationship had to end.Dylan's eyes widened, and he looked like he had been slapped. He was speechless for a moment, before he regained his composure. His tone remained calm, but his face betrayed an undeniable unease."What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and even. "Why do you want to break up with me all of a sudden?" He took a step closer to me, his eyes sea

Evelyn's POV I fell into steps as she led me to a small but modest looking house. The outside had a plain colour to match that of the neighbours. The colour was meant to make the house blend although the structure of the house was like any normal buildings around the premises. "I'm sorry, If I had known that I'd be having visitors, I would have arranged the house to be more presentable. Or at least left the house in a more comfortable way," she joined trying to cut the tension in the air. I knew it was as awkward for her as it was for me. However, her plan worked and I couldn't help but chuckle, trying to look at the bright side of things even though we both knew the reason she hadn't been around.It was clearly because she was in prison for a crime she was wrongly accused of. Everything was self defence but she had been in prison for far too long just because Stella didn't want to help her. "Please, make yourself comfortable," her voice broke my reverie and I turned to look at her

Evelyn's POV They ran without looking back but I could still see in the darkness. A thug with yellow-dyed hair was with my purse. Another thug with dreadlocks was with the gun but I could tell that it wasn't a real gun, judging by how his hand trembled when pointed the gun at me. Without hesitation, I removed my high heels and began to chase after them. I swiftly kicked down the thug with yellow-dyed hair, my foot connecting with his stomach. He doubled over, gasping for breath.Next, I turned my attention to the dreadlocked thug, striking him with my shoe. He stumbled backward, momentarily stunned.Just as I was about to deliver another kick, a young man dressed in white lunged at the dreadlocked thug, pushing him down. I was caught off guard, and my kick went wide, causing me to twist my ankle. I winced in pain, momentarily off balance.The white-clad young man was no match for the thug, and he was quickly pinned down. But I wasn't about to let the thug get the upper hand. I quick