บททั้งหมดของ The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Eve “I’ve decided to forgive you for your actions yesterday. If you apologize deeply, of course. I’ll take you back.” “What?” I stared at him, stunned. Of all the absurd, condescending things I’d heard in my life—and trust me, there had been plenty—this? This was the cherry on the cake. He actually had the audacity to say that. For a moment, I wondered if I’d misheard him. Maybe my exhaustion was playing tricks on me. But no. The self-satisfied smirk on his face confirmed that I’d heard him perfectly. He thought I’d grovel for him, that I’d crawl back to him like nothing had happened. As if I didn’t know exactly what kind of man he was. Nick was a liar, a cheat, and a master manipulator. The nerve of him. I felt a flicker of anger spark deep inside my chest, small at first but growing quickly, spreading like wildfire. My jaw tightened as I struggled to keep my expression neutral. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks

Eve “If she has to repeat herself again, Doctor Nick, I will personally ensure you lose that hand of yours.” Theodore’s voice was calm and cold, but there was something beneath it—a barely restrained anger. Both Nick and I froze at the sound of his voice. His tone wasn’t loud, yet it carried a weight so sharp, it sent chills down my spine. “M-Mr. Theodore, I—” Nick stammered once more, but Theodore’s icy gaze snapped towards him, silencing him instantly. He stopped mid-sentence, his mouth clamping shut as his eyes darted between me and Theodore. I could feel the tension radiating from him as he quickly pulled away from me, stepping back like the coward he was. The relief was immediate. The pain in my scalp subsided, and I exhaled shakily, reaching up to rub my head, gently massaging the spot where Nick had yanked my hair. My fingers brushed against my neck, and I winced slightly, more out of annoyance than pain. I was this close to putting this bastard in his place. I glan

Eve Twelve years ago “You’re going to die,” I said flatly, my voice cutting through the noisy church cafeteria like a knife. All movement stopped. Forks clattered onto plates, spoons paused mid-air. Every child in the room turned to look at me, their eyes wide with disbelief. The boy sitting across from me froze, his fork still in his hand. He was fourteen, a year older than me, but his skinny frame made him look much younger. His shirt, clearly a hand-me-down, hung off his shoulders, baggy and loose. Clothes that might’ve been too tight on me looked as though they were swallowing him whole. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to die,” I repeated. I didn’t care that we were in the middle of the cafeteria or that everyone was staring at me. It was just the truth, plain and simple. His fork dropped from his hand, clanging against his plate. His lips trembled, and before I knew it, tears welled up in his eyes. Then he started crying. Loud, hiccuping

Eve I sat on the hard plastic chair outside the ER, my hands trembling as they rested on my lap. My legs shook uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop the restless tapping of my foot against the tiled floor. It wasn’t cold, but I felt like I was freezing. I could barely feel my hand or move my fingertip. After saving her life, the fear of losing her wouldn’t leave me. My whole body wouldn’t listen to me anymore. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together, but it wasn’t working. This didn’t feel real. None of it. It felt like a movie I’d accidentally walked into—a scene playing out that I didn’t understand, that I wasn’t ready for. It felt as though I was dreaming, but no matter how hard I forced myself to wake up, I kept waking up to this reality. My chest tightened as I replayed the moment in my head. The way Ava had looked so small, so fragile on that hospital bed. The way her heartbeat had slowed down right in front of me. The way it felt like everythin

Eve Twelve years ago “Did you hear? I heard Noah fainted in the boys’ dorm. They said his condition is critical.” “I did. Why wouldn’t he? Our witch cursed him,” another girl said, her voice loud and sharp enough to make sure I could hear. The room erupted in whispers. I could feel their eyes boring into me, their stares heavy with accusation and disgust. But I didn’t look at them. I didn’t even flinch. I sat on my bed, carefully arranging the sheets, pulling and tucking them into neat folds. My fingers worked quickly, mechanically, like nothing around me mattered. Except my fingers. My tiny fingers curled around the edge of the bedsheets, clutching them tighter with every word they spat at me. “Why does she even stay here?” “Someone like her shouldn’t be allowed in the orphanage.” “She probably made a deal with the devil. That’s why Noah fainted. Didn’t she say he had cancer or something?” The accusations were loud, brutal, and meant to cut deep. But I didn’t gi