Todos os capítulos de Turning Heads After Divorce: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

They even called the police. Her reputation in the tutoring community was destroyed overnight. Everyone was calling her names and cursing her out.In the blazing heat of summer, Marisol sat in the police station, repeating over and over that she hadn't stolen anything or hit any children. Her throat was on fire. Her lips were cracked and peeling. Despite the sweltering heat, she was drenched in cold sweat and couldn't stop shaking.Eventually, since there was no evidence she'd stolen anything or harmed the children, they didn't arrest her. However, due to the serious allegations and what they considered a violation of conduct, all her tutoring earnings had to be returned. She was also fined.The university called too, issuing her a formal warning and banning her from tutoring in the future. In one night, she went from having savings to being completely broke. She even owed money.Finally, Alinta got the call and rushed over to pay the remaining fine so Marisol could leave the stati

"It's wanting what you can't have," Alinta said, cutting straight to the point."The man in your story wants to sleep with this woman, and she won't let him, so he becomes even more obsessed. If it's not love, then it's the humiliation of being rejected that makes him refuse to let go. "Most people have this psychology—we fixate on what we can't get, but once we have it, we eventually get bored."So, to get Lucian to stop targeting her, she'd have to let him win? Why should she?Marisol felt a surge of anger. She really couldn't understand people like him.Seeing something and deciding he had to have it, then pressuring and pursuing relentlessly when he couldn't get it, only to throw it away once he did. Throughout the whole process, he never lost anything himself. It was like treating people as objects.But if this situation didn't end soon, she was going to lose her mind. Marisol thought about it all night, then decided to have a conversation with Lucian to find a solution the

There were exceptions. Lucian's father, Keane, was deeply devoted. He treated his wife incredibly well.He was loyal to a degree that genuinely surprised her. After all, he was the head of the Muller family.However, compared to Lucian, Zachary was significantly better. He was a total sweetheart, even if he was a bit too curious and gossipy for his own good.Of course, there was no way she could tell Zachary about that mess with Lucian. If she did, everyone would probably know about it by morning."Adult business isn't for kids to worry about," Marisol said teasingly. For some reason, her mood had suddenly lifted a bit.Zachary bristled at being called a kid.Amid all his indignant protests, they finally finished their meal. They drove to the bed-and-breakfast Zachary had reserved.They finally got a real bed instead of sleeping cramped in the car. After Marisol showered and got ready for the night, exhaustion pulled her into sleep.…At the Everton University's gymnasium afte

Marisol instinctively stepped back, only to bump into Zayne's broad chest.She quickly tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. Lucian leaned down and captured her parted lips, invading with the force of a sudden storm.Behind her was a stranger's chest and breath. She could feel his steady heartbeat on her back. He refused to move even an inch. In front was her "boyfriend", claiming his territory with unnamed fury.Something snapped in Marisol's mind. She felt nothing but humiliation. She pushed Lucian away and swung her hand with all her rage, but it stopped mid-air.Zayne caught her wrist firmly, using just enough force to completely immobilize her. Before she could raise her other hand, it too was restrained. She was trapped in the teenager's arms.Lucian smiled. His eyes were full of mockery. "Like I said, he's just a dog. Of course, he only listens to his master."And he would turn against anything that threatened to harm his master, no matter who it was. Concepts l

Still, Marisol captured that landscape in her camera and etched it into her memory. The car continued forward.The canyon was treacherous, its peaks disappearing into clouds. They drove through dense vegetation. Their path was lined with streams cascading down the mountainsides, and the sounds of them harmonized with the calls of birds and insects in the forest. It was nature's own symphony.Zachary glanced at Marisol as she filmed through the window. "Marisol, don't just film the scenery! Record my heroic moments too. When this is over, I'm going to print everything out and cover a whole wall!"This was his first great adventure! When people visited his house, he'd drag them over to show them the photos and tell them all about it. His dad would have to give him props!At first, Marisol ignored his chatter, letting him ramble on. But when he finally quieted down, she immediately turned and snapped several photos of him. The teenager immediately wailed in despair."Marisol, why did