All Chapters of Jacob Hale: Enemy’s Secret Toy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

JacobDaniel craved to possess my soul. He was no longer satisfied with just my body. His hunger grew.He demanded more from me. My thoughts, decisions, my future… he wanted it all. He said the word “love” for the first time, whispered promises of patience, and a part of me, a treacherous piece, didn’t wish for him to abandon that hope. Despite that, it would mean betraying Nathan.That part… the hidden, shameful one, would not quiet down. It gnawed at me in the quiet moments, whispering things I wasn’t supposed to feel. I had no name for it, only the sensation of being constantly torn in half. It breathed in my chest, just beneath the surface, blooming whenever Daniel’s voice reached me. I wanted to put it out, to deny its existence. But I never did. I couldn’t.Darkness covered the city, the rain, and air a scent of longing and smoke. I hovered by the window, my eyes tracing the street’s veins below. In the bedroom, Nathan lay, oblivious to the weight of my thoughts. My phone, a

DanielI finally revealed the truth to him. About the fire that killed his family. How Nathan’s family was responsible. How they’d murdered his family. He looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn’t tell me to stop. He didn’t leave. He just cried in my arms.I remember each moment of that night. His face, lost in the darkness. The tremble of his shoulders, but his fists stayed tight. He was silent until I spoke.I knew the truth would wreck him. That wasn’t my intention, but it had become the plan.He lived his life thinking it was an accident. Something cruel that took his entire world, left him in the dust. But it wasn’t random. It was a crime.I waited until Nathan was out of town to tell him. I needed the space and quiet. He came at night, looking all lost. I let him rest for a while, before breaking the awful news to him.At first, he didn’t talk. Just stared at the wall, face pale and lips so tight they became white. Then it hit him, the truth seeping into his mind like a sl

Nathan I lay there, perfectly still, with my eyes shut and breaths slow. I had become pretty good at pretending. I knew how to fake that calm, peaceful sleep that signals to someone else, you’re safe to let it all out now. That was exactly what he needed. Jacob.He whispered Daniel’s name like it was a prayer.And it broke something inside me.There was no guilt in his voice. He said it like he missed him. As if he needed him. Like I hadn’t spent the last few years giving him everything… my time, my future, my whole life.I kept my eyes closed.Then I heard the light taps of his fingers on his phone screen. I dared to peek ever so slightly. He was texting. I couldn’t see what he was saying, but I didn’t have to. I just knew.Then he deleted it.That hurt more than the whisper.Because it meant he understood it was wrong. But he still did it anyway.He set the phone down and sat in silence for what felt like ages… longer than most could handle without a distraction. He just sat the

Jacob He came in, calm and collected, with a file in his hand. Very unlike Daniel Cobbs. His knuckles were pale like it was a struggle to carry it.“Before you say anything,” he said, “just read it.”I looked at the file. It was brown, plain, and a bit worn at the corners held together with a twine.“What’s this?” “The truth,” he replied. “The truth you’ve been searching for since you were a teenager.”My stomach tightened. I didn’t want to take it, but I did anyway.He didn’t linger. Just gave a slight nod, almost apologetic, before walking out, as if he understood how much this would weigh on me. Like he didn’t want to be around when it hit me.I sat on the couch for a while with the file on my lap, just staring at it. The thought of opening it felt like it could rewrite the past few years of my life like it could pull me apart and leave nothing behind.I finally unwrapped the twine binding the file and turned to the first page.Police reports.Photos.Burned remains of my child

NathanWhen I saw Daniel again, there was no second-guessing what I wanted to do. I didn’t hold back.I’d been pacing since morning, heart pounding in my ears, waiting for this moment. The air between us crackled with the weight of everything lately.Time slowed. My fist arced through space with a force I didn’t know I still had.My fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack. For a brief moment, I felt a rush of satisfaction, thinking that maybe I could finally let go of some of the anger that had built up inside me.The thud echoed in the empty hall like a gunshot. My knuckles burned, but for once I felt alive.But when he stood there, not fighting back, not even flinching, it hit me hard that something inside had already shattered. My knuckles throbbed from the impact, but the rage still simmered just beneath the surface.He was like a statue carved from ice. Calm, unyielding… unbroken.Daniel simply looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He wiped the blood from his lip