All Chapters of Never Mine To Love: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

River’s POVThe second I heard the door open, my heart jumped. It was like my body already knew who it was before I even saw him. Noah.I had been pacing around the living room for the past half hour, restless, waiting for him to come back from the supermarket. The sound of his keys against the door, the soft thud of his shoes. God, I felt this rush of relief.I ran to the hallway, grinning like an idiot. “You’re back!”But then I saw him. And something in me froze.He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was carrying a couple bags, face blank, shoulders stiff, eyes dark. The air around him felt heavy, and even though he tried to school his expression into something calm, I caught it. The crack. The storm under his skin.I forced my voice to stay light. “Did you find everything you needed?”“Yeah,” he muttered, walking past me into the kitchen.Just that. No smile, no warmth. A wall.I followed him, biting the inside of my cheek. “You look tired.”“I’m fine.” He set the ba

River’s POVHis lips crashed against mine, hard and rough, like he was angry and desperate all at once. I froze for a moment, because it felt too much, too sudden after the words we just threw at each other. But then I gave in, because I wanted him, because no matter how much we fought, I always wanted him. My fists gripped his shirt and I kissed him back, pushing against him like I wanted to melt into his chest.Noah’s hand was at the back of my head, pulling me closer, not letting me move away. His mouth was fierce, almost punishing, like he needed to prove something to me, or maybe to himself. I moaned against his lips, and that only made him kiss me harder, his tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me completely.I hated him in that moment for snapping at me, for accusing me of Daniel, for making me feel small. But I also loved him. My chest was heavy, my skin hot, my heart breaking and beating too fast at the same time. I wanted to shove him away, but instead I pulled him closer

River’s POVThe light from the window was soft when I opened my eyes. It was morning, and the world felt quiet. I could hear Noah’s slow, steady breathing beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, holding me like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. My body was sore, marked, still carrying the heat of last night. His scent clung to me, strong and possessive, mixed with sweat and something that felt too raw to describe.I didn’t move at first. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling too fast for someone who was supposed to be calm. The truth was, I wasn’t calm. Not even close.Last night had been messy, overwhelming, everything tangled in anger, jealousy, and want. It had been Noah’s mouth on mine, his hands gripping me like he wanted to break me apart, his voice rough when he told me I was his. And I had let it happen. I had wanted it too, more than I wanted to admit.But now, in the light of day, with silence pressing down on me, I felt the ques

Ethan’s POVI came back from my shift at the café, tired and sticky with the smell of coffee and milk on me. My shoulders ached from carrying trays and my hands still smelled like sugar syrup. All I wanted was to throw myself on the couch, maybe take a shower later, and watch Love Island since I've been busy to follow up the latest.But the moment I opened the door, something felt off.Karden was sitting at the edge of the couch with his phone in his hand, his head bent low, scrolling fast like he didn’t want anyone to see what he was doing. I froze in the doorway for a second, watching him. Then my eyes drifted past him, and I saw the suitcase. Not just one, two. Neatly zipped, sitting by the door. His backpack was leaning against it.My stomach sank.“What’s going on?” I asked, stepping inside, my voice tight without meaning to be.Karden lifted his head, and his face was blank, too blank, like he had practiced this look. His phone was still in his hand, but he quickly locked it and

Karden’s POVI slammed the door harder than I should have. Didn’t even care if Ethan heard it. My chest was burning, my head buzzing, like every word we threw at each other was still stuck in my throat. I kept walking, fast, my bag sliding down my arm. Damn strap wouldn’t stay on.The night air outside was heavy, almost damp, as I dragged my suitcase across the sidewalk. The wheels rattled against the uneven ground, loud enough to make me grit my teeth. My chest still burned from the fight with Ethan. His voice, his accusing eyes, the way he had looked at me when he saw those pictures—like I was poison. Maybe I was. Maybe that’s all I’d ever been.I didn’t care anymore. Not about him, not about Noah, not about River. Let them all rot together in their happy little circle. I was finished.The Uber driver had called me twice already. He was waiting down the street. I should have just kept walking. But instead, I stopped under the glow of a street lamp, yanked my phone from my pocket, an