All Chapters of Love is War: But I'd bleed for you: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

THIRD PERSON POVKyla took another shot of whiskey, her hand steady despite the burn in her throat. The sharp tang didn’t bother her, it never did. She sat alone in front of her mirror, her makeup half-wiped, her wig discarded on the counter like a fallen crown. The woman staring back at her was stripped of glamour. Just skin, shadow.This was the version of her the world hardly ever got to see. She reached for the cotton pad again, dragging the last bit of liner from beneath her eye. The silence in the room was suffocating, but she didn’t move. She just stared at her reflection, the plain and weary version of herself, and drank.Her thoughts slipped backward.She had been twelve when they took her.Her parents had borrowed money from the wrong people, loan sharks with no patience and no pity. When the debt couldn’t be paid, they offered up their daughter. It wasn’t even a negotiation. One day she was home, and the next she was standing in a compound with high fences, surrounded by

JEFFREY“What's wrong?” Collins asked, cocking his head slightly. “You are expecting someone else? You don't seem so pleased to see me.”I leaned back slightly on the edge of the desk, arms crossing slowly. “What are you doing here, Collins?”He raised a brow, in amusement. “I thought you wouldn't show your face here again. Not after everything. But I guess you don't listen.”A humorless smile tugged at my lips. “You’re right, I don’t. Especially not to people whose opinions don’t matter.” I tilted my head, letting the edge show in my voice. “Ronald wants me here. That’s all that matters. Whatever anyone else thinks? Not my problem.”Collins’ expression didn’t shift, but something subtle flickered in his eyes. He smiled.“Mm.” He took a step closer, slow and measured. “You shouldn’t worry. You’ll learn the hard way, and soon enough that he is not someone you can handle.”I blinked. “What the hell is that? I think we handle ourselves well.”“Ohh.. you just trust me.” His voice dropped

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla sat cross-legged on her worktable, a focused calm settled over her features as her fingers moved with delicate precision, unscrewing the tiny shell of the GSM bug she had found earlier.One by one, she separated its components, the mic, transmitter, battery, each piece treated with care as though it were a patient on her operating table.The room was quiet, apart from the voice playing softly through her earpiece. Scar’s recorded instructions.She had listened to them over five times now, and still, she hit play again."You’ll be there by 11 p.m. sharp. Do not be late."Kyla reached for her soldering pen and dislodged another chip, her mind already rehearsing the night’s choreography."From 11:30 to 11:35, the hacker will breach the system remotely. All cameras, motion sensors, and alarms will be disabled. You’ll have exactly five minutes to get in, locate the stamp, and get out."She slid another panel away from the bug’s tiny frame. Scar’s voice was cold, dire

JEFFREYI sat at the lounge, watching the clock tick slowly toward eleven. The TV was on, but muted. My laptop sat untouched on the table in front of me, its screen dimmed because I had not touched it in a while. I had tried calling Ronald at least seven times now, both on his personal line and on the office landline. But no response.He had told me he'd be home soon. That was around seven-thirty.I had left the office a bit earlier and he’d stayed back to handle some contract reviews, or so he said. I didn’t think much of it. He had sent me a text that said, “I’ll be home in a bit. Order dinner if you’re hungry.”That was hours ago.Now my chest was tight with something between irritation and worry.I stood up again, pacing back and forth in the living room. My bare feet padded quietly against the floor as I turned toward the window for what felt like the hundredth time. My phone was still clutched in my hand, and every time I glanced at it, there wasn't a single notification.Just

RONALDI sat across from Collins in what could only be described as a private luxury bar with colourful lighting designs, expensive furniture, and a kind of chillness that felt intentional as part of the bar's theme. I glanced around and realized something else, every single waiter was male. Ribbed and attractive. Their uniforms weren’t exactly subtle, either. They wore tight shirts, and well-fitted trousers.The guests at the surrounding tables were mostly men, too. Some of them clearly on dates. One guy had his fingers tangled in another man’s, whispering something that made them both laugh.I looked back at Collins. He was smirking.Of course he was.I rolled my eyes. “Why did you choose this place?”He lifted his glass, swirling whatever was in it like this was a celebration. “Can’t you see it?” he said. “You finally got your eyes open and reached out to me. Taking you here felt… symbolic.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “This doesn’t change anything,” I muttered. “I just need