All Chapters of Abandoned By My Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She looked up at him with swollen eyes. She refused to believe a single word he had spoken, yet the tears gathered stubbornly, threatening to betray her. She forced them back down, she couldn’t cry, not here, not in front of him.Shaking her head, Stephanie pushed herself to her feet. Her voice cracked with determination. “I’m not playing games with you. I need that medicine, and I won’t mind tearing it from your cold hands if I have to.”Blackwood smiled faintly, as though her anger amused him rather than threatened him. “I love the woman you’ve grown into,” he said softly. “You’re just like your mother, strong, determined, fearless.”Stephanie said nothing, her jaw locked, and her fists clenched at her sides.“But sadly,” Blackwood added with a tilt of his head, “those same qualities were what took her life, a shame if they take yours as well.”The words cut into her, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she slid her foot back, dropping into a stance that carried every ounce of defiance

Everyone else took it as they got, no one bothered to ask too many questions, but old Bernard couldn’t shake off the feeling that pegged at him.In a short while, Bernard returned with a mug containing the prepared tea. The steam rose faintly from the mug, carrying with it the earthy scent of the precious medicine. His footsteps were gentle as he avoided any mistakes.When he entered, he found Stephanie alone, sitting on the chair beside Jace’s bed. Gabriel had stepped out for a moment to send a message to the pack. Stephanie rose quickly when she saw Bernard with the mug.“Is that the medicine?” she asked, her voice laced with both hope and anxiety.Bernard gave a simple nod. “Yes.”He moved closer and carefully set the mug on the small table beside Jace. Then he turned to her. “Come, help me.”Stephanie didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, steadying her hands as Bernard handed over the mug to her. Then he leaned down and slid one arm beneath Jace’s shoulders, lifting him gently des

She kept track of her as she walked quickly down the street. Her eyes were glued to the small monitor in her hand. The blinking dot was getting closer, signaling that she was almost at her target. Her lips curved into a thin smile, finally, it was time to get her revenge on Clara.Melinda adjusted the strap of her handbag and pushed open the glass door of a bustling restaurant. The air was heavy with the smell of roasted meat, fried onions, and freshly baked bread. She lingered by the door for a moment, scanning the room as though searching for someone. Her gaze moved across the faces until it landed on a figure seated at the far corner by the window, and a satisfied smile crept onto her face.Melinda’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she strolled across the restaurant, not hesitating for even a second. She reached the table and, without waiting for permission, pulled out a chair and sat down.“Mind if I join you?” she asked casually.Linda barely lifted her eyes from her ph

Message after message.Notification after notification.Each one carried the same words, repeating endlessly until Clara thought her chest would blow up. She nearly screamed in the back of the cab, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the phone. Just in time, she shoved it into her bag, forcing her eyes away to avoid a scene.The cab pulled up in front of Jace’s mansion, but before the driver could fully stop, Clara was already reaching for her bag. She nearly threw the money at him before stepping out, her thoughts moving faster than her feet.The sight of the house after long weeks away was overwhelming. Every corner of it seemed to carry a memory, her heart pounded as she climbed the steps nervously, nearly breaking her apart. Her knuckles hit the door, knocking again and again till it swung open.“Clara,” Marla’s voice cracked. Her expression softened immediately, as though she were greeting a long-lost daughter.Clara swallowed hard. “Can I come in?—please?”“Of course.” Marla s

The look on his face said it all. He couldn’t even meet her eyes, couldn’t bring himself to say the words aloud, and that silence alone felt like the deepest betrayal. She couldn’t believe it, she had never imagined it, but here it was, happening before her eyes.Clara’s tears began to fall, slowly at first, then freely. Her lips trembled as she shook her head in disbelief. Her voice cracked. “Jace, is it true?”He didn’t answer, he just stared up at the ceiling with a locked jaw, refusing to look directly at her.Her chest heaved. “Is it true?!” She practically yelled as she asked again. Her voice rose in desperation.“Clara—” Bernard’s voice cut in warningly as he stepped forward, his tone urging her to stop yelling.Before he could move closer, Jace lifted his right hand weakly, palm open, signalling to him to leave it. His left hand still gripped Clara’s firmly, refusing to let her go. His throat strained as his voice came out with guilt. “I’m sorry.”The words broke something ins