Lahat ng Kabanata ng Will You Marry Me?: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

ANYA I sat across from the police chief, my hands trembling as I clutched my phone. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay composed. What I was about to do was quite difficult for me but Hunter had left me no choice. Just as the chief opened his mouth to speak, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. It was Evans’ mother. My throat tightened as I excused myself and answered the call. “Mrs. Moore?” Her voice came through the line, broken and trembling. “Anya... what happened to my son? They won’t tell me much. Is he... is he going to make it?” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been stabilized already. His condition was critical before but the doctors told me he is out of danger.” She broke into sobs, the sound tearing through me like a knife. “Why would anyone do this to him? Evans is such a good boy. He never hurt anyone.” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. “I promise you, Mrs. More, I’ll make sure whoever did

ANYA As I followed Hunter out of the station, a bitter laugh almost escaped my lips. The same evidence Evan’s uncle had just dismissed was the one Evans had been so sure would bring Hunter down. That video, the one I had clung to like a lifeline, was supposed to be the proof we needed. Proof that Hunter could kill without batting an eyelid. And yet, here we were. The police chief didn’t even try to question my words, didn’t bother to dig deeper, to call Evan’s friend, to verify anything. The evidence was right there, but it didn’t matter. He let Hunter walk free, speaking to him with so much respect, almost like he was afraid of him. I had thought coming here would bring justice, but all it did was show me how powerless I really was. I felt stupid. I had believed, foolishly, that the truth would be enough. That the law would do what it was meant to do. That justice would stand tall, unshaken. But reality was much colder. The law bent for men like Hunter. It didn’t protect pe

HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a storm of emotions crashed over me. My fists clenched, I felt a knot in my chest, and without thinking, I drove my fist into the wall. The sharp sting in my knuckles did nothing to ease the pain in my heart. I had never felt so betrayed. If it had been anyone else who had dragged me to the police, accused me of attempted murder, treated me like some monster, I would have made them regret it. But this was Anya. The girl I loved more than my own life. The only person I had ever let my guard down for. And she had walked away, believing the worst of me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my jaw tightening. Fine. If she wanted to leave, let her. If she wanted to believe I tried to kill Evans, let her. I wasn’t going to explain myself anymore. I wasn’t going to chase after her like some lovesick fool. I grabbed my keys, stormed out of the house, and got into my car. I needed a drink...something to numb the anger, the pain, the gaping wound she had j

ANYA I walked out of Hunter’s house, my bag slung over my shoulder, tears streaming down my face. My heart ached, my legs felt weak, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I just kept walking, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. I had made my choice. And now, I was alone. I reached the street and pulled out my phone with shaky hands, dialing Evans’ mom. She picked up after a few rings, her voice weary and hesitant. “Auntie, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Tell me where Evans is. I just need to see him.” There was a long pause before she sighed. “Anya… I know you care about my son, but I can’t tell you.” Her words hit me like a punch. “Why?” My voice cracked. “I’m his best friend. I need to see him.” “I understand that,” she said gently, “but the person who tried to kill my son is close to you. I can’t take that risk.” I shook my head violently, gripping my phone like it was the only thing keeping me standing. “That’s not true! Hunter Steel

HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a dark, uncontrollable rage surged through me. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, and before I could stop myself, I drove my fist straight into the wall again. Pain shot up my arm, but I barely felt it. The anger burning inside me was far worse. How could she? After everything I had done just for her, after everything I had given up....she still chose to believe I was a monster. She thought I had tried to kill Evans. She thought I was capable of breaking my promise to her? I had expected anger. I had expected stubbornness. But I hadn’t expected her to look at me with that kind of hatred in her eyes. That was what hurt the most. I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. Sleep had been impossible last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her tears, the way her body trembled with so much pain and fear. I could have forced her to stay. I could have made sure she never walked