Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Serena's POV"Yes, bro," Damien said bluntly. "I had to. She wouldn't leave me alone, so I said what happened. Better they hear it from me than her."My stomach twisted, a cold shiver of unease washing over me. I hadn't expected Sam to be so blunt, so… reckless. To just spit Ella's name out like that.Sam took a deep breath and fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. "Listen," he said, glancing back and forth between me and Sophia, "I'm sorry, okay? I was the one who destroyed Damien's relationship with Ella. I've apologized to him a thousand times."Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Humor. I like the way you own up to your evil acts like they're honor badges or something. It's refreshing, in a twisted way."He chuckled nervously, running a hand over his jaw. “I’m not proud of it, alright? Ella came around looking for Damien, but he wasn’t home. She waited. Hours went by. It got late. Midnight. She was restless, and… so was I.""I had been spiked on drugs before, stupidly. She asked for some. I

Serena's POVI caught him before he could slide off. "Where are you going?" I snapped, my voice more caustic than I'd intended.Sam stopped dead in his tracks, one hand against the doorway, his back half-turned from me. "Why would that be your business?"His eyes flicked to me, icy and unreadable. "You all wanted me gone from here, and now that I am actually going, all of a sudden where I'm going is an issue?"The sentence was a blade, but I wouldn't retreat. "I just asked a question."He took a step closer, his lips curling into a thin, unamused smile. "Okay. Because you're so curious, I'm going to Sunderland."My heart pounded, but I didn't let it show. "Sunderland?" I said quietly."Sunderland, yes," he declared, his voice absolute, like the crash of a door. "And if you are not going to come with me, which I very much doubt, this interview is now over."I gazed at him hoping that I would see even a crack in his wall of remoteness. But there was none.He turned on his heel and left,

Vincent's POVI sat in the parlour, robe loose on my shoulders, the soft thrum of night pushing against the windows.The wine in my glass revolved slowly as I turned my wrist. When the door opened and Pristine stepped in, her heels clicked sharply against the floor, and I did not move."I didn't think you would come," I said, my tone measured, almost bored.She smiled at me, sly and content. "I'm as surprised as you are. Not because I did come, but because since the trouble with Alexander, I thought you would make such a scene. Instead, you've been strangely silent."I took my wine very slowly, enjoying the flavor before speaking. "I've been thinking about how to approach Alexander."Pristine didn't blink. She walked into the room, plopped herself down on the couch in front of me, and helped herself to a glass of wine as if she was in her own home.I watched her fingers close around the glass. Brazen woman. Too brazen."Time is running," she said with a careless shrug. "You'd best dec

Vincent's POV"I've already made one mistake with Alexander. I've already made one mistake with Serena. And I learned from both of them."I leaned in, my voice dropping to slow, measured growl. "But if I can have Damien on my side…"My fingers tapped the table softly, a rhythm of calculation. "Then Alexander and Serena together don't stand a chance."Pristine's face altered just a fraction, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Her lips parted as though to say something but closed again, her smile reappearing instead. She enjoyed the idea, maybe too much.I placed my glass on the table and took another drink, letting the tension between us build. "You're interested in Damien," I stated at last. "I'm not. Curiosity belongs to spectators. I'm interested in control."Her smirk only increased, though she refused to reply. I could already tell she was weighing what to do next, her mind cutting as sharp and as quick as ever.And that was the exact reason I'd brought her here.Pristine's anno

Alexander's POVThe SUV stopped before a small cream-colored bungalow. I leaned forward, studying it. Not what I had expected. Subdued. Plain. Almost... hidden."This is it?" I asked Darla, turning to her.She glanced at her phone, then at me. "Yes, this is the address." Her eyes shifted to the guards who stood outside the other cars. "Do you want the men to go and see if she's home?"I shook my head. "No. I'll check on myself.""Should I come with you?" she asked quietly."No." I opened the door. "Stay here. If I need something, I'll call."She nodded barely perceptibly before I shut the door.I inhaled deeply, then exhaled, trying to calm the tension wrapping in my chest.My legs carried me towards the house independently.A snarling bark sliced through the air, and I stopped.There was a little dog at the door, teeth bared, yapping as if it were ten times bigger."Not helpful, man," I growled, sighing for the second time.I pushed the dog aside and knocked on the door. Once. Nothin