All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

LUCASThe warehouse was at the end of a broken road, surrounded by fences and dead grass. My car rolled to a stop and the hitman parked a few feet behind me. We both stepped out at the same time. The air was heavy, the silence thicker than it should have been.His other guys stood outside, guarding the cars I came with.The lock on the gate was already broken. I pushed it open and walked in, folder in hand, address circled in red. The place looked deserted. Dust, old crates, nothing moving. I walked deeper, the sound of my boots echoing with every step.There was a single table at the center with a folded sheet of paper sitting on it. I froze for a moment before reaching out and grabbing it. The hitman stood by the door, his eyes scanning the corners.The letter was short.WRONG. SHE’S NOT HERE, TRY AGAIN LOVERBOY.I crushed the paper in my hand and threw it across the room.“Fuck!” My voice bounced off the walls. I slammed my hand against the table until the wood cracked. “Motherfuck

CLARA"Why don't we rape her? Been staring at her pretty face and ass ever since she came here, I wanna do things to that ass, don’t know how much longer I can hold back. When do we play with her? Nobody would know if we drug her and use her. It's not like she's a virgin, I am sure she has been ran through more times than we can count with two hands and our feet."Theh hav no idea that I had been awake when this conversation took place. My heart lodged in my throat and I felt my skin conjure up goosebumps immediately. I broke out in a cold sweat as well, feeling helpless all of a sudden. Anna nudged me, exposing the fact that she was awake too.She started to open her mouth to talk but I quickly slapped my hand over her mouth, causing a flashlight to quickly point towards us.There was a long pause.And then, "Am I crazy, or did you hear some type of slap around here? Think these kids are awake? Playing dead?" I heard one of them say, and I swear, my organs froze inside me. My stomac

LUCASI ran with Clara pressed against me, her body limp, my shoulder burning, but I didn’t stop until the trees broke and I saw the convoy waiting where we left it. My men were already firing into the woods to cover me, shouting at me to move faster, and I could hear the bullets slicing past us, some hitting the dirt too close. I yanked the back door of the last car open and laid Clara across the seat, then slid behind the wheel myself before anyone else could, slamming the door shut and flooring the accelerator.The tires screeched against the gravel, and the car shot forward, dirt rising behind us as the first bullets struck the rear window. I ducked low, keeping one arm steady on the wheel, the other shielding Clara’s head as glass cracked. My men tried to cover us from their vehicles, but the enemies were faster than expected, already pulling onto the road with two black trucks that came up behind us. I gritted my teeth and pushed the car harder, swerving across the road to keep

CLARAFor a moment, silence stretched. My face burned, my chest rising and falling fast. He didn’t move his hand further, only pulled it back quickly and helped me sit up, his eyes searching mine.“I should stop right there,” he said quietly.I swallowed, embarrassed but also needing more. I fixed my dress and looked away. “You started it,” I muttered.His lips twitched, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he lifted my chin so I would face him again. “You know I wasn’t joking earlier, Clara. I don’t like hearing you throw Zayn’s name between us. You’re mine now. I’ll make sure of it.”I looked at him carefully, letting the weight of his words settle. “Yours…” I said calmly.“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “A lifetime, if you’ll let me.”Something in me gave way then. I didn’t fight him anymore. “I guess I like you now, Lucas. Im hoping you don’t fuck this up.”His shoulders eased, and he kissed me again, softer this time, almost tender. But he didn’t let it last long. He leaned back and

LUCAS The comments under the video were brutal. People calling us thieves, monsters, liars. Some went further, dragging Clara’s name in too, blaming her for staying in a family like ours. I gritted my teeth and shut the phone, but it buzzed again almost immediately. More mentions. More curses.I opened another. This one was worse. Screenshots of messages between Daniel and my father, threatening him, bribing him, trying to buy his silence. My father’s number was clear as day. Daniel captioned it: This is the man who thought he could buy me off. Tell him a child is not a product to sell.I leaned my head back against the seat, staring at the roof of the car. “Are you alright, Sir?” Mh driver asked, looking at me from the rearview mirror. My chest burned, my hands were fists on my knees.We hit another block of traffic, and out of instinct, I checked one more link. This one had gone viral already. People were sharing pictures of Connie beside Daniel. Same jawline. Same eyes. The capti