Todos os capítulos de My Love; You Were Never Meant To Be A Substitute : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 89

‎‎Nina’s POV‎‎The car slowed up to a stop in front of Elijah’s penthouse. I stepped out, standing under the clear roof entrance shed, with that night breeze brushing my skin. Elijah was waiting near the door, smiling like nothing in this world was anyway broken. I walked toward him slowly. "I'm glad you came," he said. "Yeah… me too," I answered, "So… come on in," he said, giving a small nod. "Sure."‎‎The glass doors slid open with a quiet sound. We both stepped inside together. Nothing had really changed much as I looked around. The same expensive smell, the same cold beauty of a place built for a man with everything. It all felt like walking back into an old life, well, as for me I wasn’t that girl anymore.‎‎"Nothing much has changed since you left," Elijah said, his eyes following me while I looked around. "I can see that," I replied, calm. He turned to me, with his hands in his pockets. His eyes searched my face like he wanted to find the woman who once loved him. "How hav

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‎Nina’s POV ‎We were just about to leave the hospital after my son’s discharge when my phone rang again. It was the same person, the man from the black market. My heart skipped the moment I saw his call again. “I’ll be right back,” I said quietly to William, then stepped away from them before picking up. “I’m at the handover point, waiting on you,” the man said. I looked down at my bag, slowly pulling out the document. Just holding it now made my chest tighten. Elijah’s personal doctor’s words kept echoing in my head. Everything I believed… everything I hated Elijah for… What if it was all a misunderstanding from the very beginning? What if I had been wrong all along? I stood there, just frozen, torn between revenge and the truth I didn’t want to face right now. “What’s going on, ma’am?” the man asked again, dragging me out of my thoughts. “Why are you silent?” I swallowed hard this time. “It’s… it’s all a misunderstanding,” I finally whispered. “I’m cancelling the deal.” “What? Why.

‎ ‎William’s POV ‎ ‎The call kept on ringing, but Nina still wasn’t picking up at all. But Why wasn’t she answering? I wanted to make sure she’d gotten home safely...especially after the parking lot security told me they’d found her car with a punctured tire. A car that had remained in the hospital lot all day. That alone didn’t sit well with me. I kept on trying her number again. But still there was nothing. It was Just her voicemail. A bad feeling hit my chest. Nina never ignored calls like this… not from me at least. I checked the time... I had just finished my shift. I couldn’t shake the uneasiness growing inside me. Something isn’t right. I grabbed my coat and headed out of the hospital. If Nina wasn’t answering, then I needed to check the house myself. Maybe she was already home with her son. Maybe everything was probably fine. But deep down… I knew something was off. So I drove straight to her place. ‎ ‎But when I got to her house, the whole place was quiet.I stepped into

‎William’s POVThe road narrowed into a rough and uneven path as we approached the waterfront. Faint lights shimmered in the distance, a dim yellow bulbs hanging from rusted poles, casting long shadows across the dock. This wasn’t the clean, and some kind of organized kind of marina where rich men kept their yachts. No, this place felt somehow abandoned, or forgotten… the kind of area fishermen used at dawn. Ahead of us, the shoreline widened, revealing a stretch of old wooden piers. Boats of different shapes and sizes were moored along the water, and some rocking gently, some where even tied down with ropes that looked like they hadn’t even been replaced in years. A few had peeling paint, others were covered with tarps, and the entire dock smelled of old salt, damp wood, and engine oil. “Kill the headlights,” I said sharply when we were approaching. Elijah didn’t ask why. He reached for the switch, and the car lights snapped off, plunging us into semi darkness lit only by the moon r