Semua Bab Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Ada I have an astounding number of missed calls on my phone by the time I get home. I haven’t been able to return anyone’s calls. Funny enough, I didn’t even think about giving my mother a heads up when I decided to stay the night with Max at the hotel. Things just…happened. It honestly feels like I had no control over them whatsoever. Which is true. How would I remember texting my mom and telling her I’m alright when I was too busy facing the most difficult moment of my life? I think it’s safe to say that they were all right—especially Harry—when they said that Reynold Loxley was a horrible man. He killed my father, alright, even if there’s no way to prove it. I guess I was fooled by him like everyone else. Even his kids. What kind of father could do that to a son? Sleep with his wife and get her pregnant before killing her? That’s one of the worst things I’ve ever heard. I shudder every time I think about it. He looked and sounded like such a sweet man. I push the front door

Ada Max parks the car outside his family home. I stare out the window, remembering the last time I was here vividly. I have to admit that my skin is covered in goosebumps because of it. It’s such an awful memory. But it’s time to move on from such things. We’ve now established an agreement of some kind and words were taken back. I don’t want to hold onto that memory. Moving forward, I just want to forget. “Here we are,” he says, breaking the silence. I look upon his face and see that he’s smiling shyly. Does he feel as awkward as I do?I nudge him with my elbow and ask, “What’s wrong?”“Well, I suppose that this place harbors bad memories for you,” he claims. “No, it’s fine,” I assure him. We were just at the restaurant where he’d take me most of the time and things were fine. I didn’t experience anything negative. The way he looked at me suggested that he figured something was wrong, only he didn’t voice his suspicions. If he had, I’d have told him the same thing. We can move p

AdaThe sight of my mother seated on the couch when I push the door open makes my heart sink a little, and the feeling worsens when I realize that she doesn’t even look up. It’s past midnight. “Hi, Mom,” I greet. “Ada,” is all she says back. I’m being secretive and I know it but at the same time, I’m an adult and don’t understand why she’s acting this way. I mean, why can’t she just trust that I’m fine and can take care of myself? It’s genuinely upsetting to feel like I’m being controlled like a child. Things were much easier when I had my own apartment. She didn’t know my comings and goings, and I didn’t feel this pressured into doing and saying things. I walk past her, heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. Max just drops me off. I thought that maybe I could bring him inside and introduce him to my mother but decided against it when I realized I didn’t know how she’d react. I think it’s best if I get things out of the way now. So, I carry my glass of water to the liv

Ada For the next week, I’m going back and forth between my mother’s house and Max’s, and it’s the happiest time of my life. My mother is still not showing support for our relationship. In fact, she never even asks me about him. I don’t mind it—it’s a choice I’ve made and she has every right to be upset about it. I don’t have a problem with that unless she tries to tell me what to do. Like leave him or something. But she says no such thing. She doesn’t speak at all, actually, and I’ve been so distracted by my own happiness that I’ve barely had time to catch up with her. The one thing that I noticed that is pretty strange, though, is Harry and Damson’s absence. I had the argument with Damson which explains why he’s not coming around but his father? That makes no sense at all. I think it’s been nearly two weeks since he’s shown his face around here and though I want to ask my mother why he hadn’t been around, I leave it at that. It’s better if I don’t ask too many questions. Max

Ada A sound of disgust leaves my lips as I run straight into him. He’s as hard as a slab of rock and makes my knees feel a little unstable. I don’t stop, though, not even when he gives me a push that sends me reeling back. A dark chuckle leaves his lips. I send him a punch that lands dully on his chin. “Ada, don’t bother trying to fight me. We both know you’re not getting out of here. In fact, I’m getting really fucking mad right now.”“I’m just supposed to let you do this to me!?” I demand angrily, yelling at the top of my lungs. “What the hell even is this place? What the hell do you think you’re doing, Damson!?”“I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago!” he claims as he points a shaky finger at me. “I’m helping you! You lost your mind, working for that man! I don’t know how he managed to hypnotize you and make you love him but that’s not you, Ada. We both know that!”My eyes widen and I can barely hear what he’s saying to me. My mind is spinning so damn fast. “What? Dams