All Chapters of GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“No! Not my hair! Please stop!”The scream shattered the silence once again, escaping from Ana’s pale lips. Her voice was hoarse, weak, but the fear in it was unmistakably real. Her small hands clutched my arm tightly, as if I were the only thing she could hold onto in this terrifying world.I couldn’t bear the tightness in my chest. My embrace grew firmer, and I had lost count of how many times I whispered into her ear, “You’re safe, Ana. I’m here. No one will hurt you again. Please… wake up.”I watched her body tremble, even beneath layers of warm blankets. Cold sweat dampened her temples, making strands of her hair cling to her pale skin.“Sir, the doctor has arrived.”I turned slowly toward the voice. A servant stood in the doorway, his posture stiff, as if afraid to disturb the tension in the room. Behind him, an elderly man in a long coat holding a black bag gave me a polite nod.I couldn’t speak. I only gave a small nod, unable to loosen Ana’s grip.The doctor approached calmly

I opened my eyes slowly.Morning greeted with soft light slipping through the old curtains. The scent of wood and last night’s embers still lingered faintly in the air. The chill remained, but not as biting as before.I turned gently, finding Hugo asleep, half-sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed, his head tilted peacefully. One hand still clutched my blanket, as though safeguarding it through the night.My head felt heavy, as if I had just emerged from a dream I couldn't fully recall. Yet the dampness in my eyes and the coolness on my skin proved it was real. The darkness. The scream. The trapped breath. All vague, but etched deeply.And in the midst of it… was him. Still here. Faint memories of last night flickered. Déjà vu. As if I’d lived this moment before. But I chose to ignore it, my mind too weary to dig deeper.I rose slowly, sat up, and gently draped the blanket over his shoulders. He stirred slightly, murmuring in his sleep, but remained asleep. Hi

Twenty minutes later, I stood frozen beside my snowman—missing one eye and with a crooked carrot nose—while Hugo stood proudly next to his own creation, wearing a scarf and a tiny hat made from a leftover rental skating bowl.“This is so unfair,” I protested. “You stole property!”“I call it resource optimization,” he replied.I grabbed a handful of snow and hurled it at him. It landed—squarely on his chest.“Oh, you’re starting a war?” Hugo narrowed his eyes. “How bold of you, My Charming Fiancée.”Before I could escape, a snowball hit my shoulder. Then another. And another.We ran around the lake, laughing like children who had forgotten their age and the weight of the world. For the first time in a long while, my heart felt light. Not because the pain had vanished, but because the burden pressing down on me had slightly lifted. Maybe it was because of the laughter Hugo never stopped trying to bring out of me.Eventually, we collapsed in the snow—breathless, flushed cheeks, tired li

Spain, Three Days LaterThe sky over Segovia was brushed with pale gold as the Cassilas family and mine arrived at the colonial-style villa Hugo had specially reserved. Perched atop a hill, the villa overlooked the old city, its skyline dotted with church spires and cobbled streets winding through history. The sound of suitcase wheels clattered against stone, competing with the gasps of awe from my cousin, Clara.“Is this a wedding venue or the set of a royal drama?” she whispered beside me.I offered a faint smile in response.Hugo stood at the top of the staircase, greeting each guest like the consummate host. He looked like he’d stepped out of a wedding magazine. White shirt sleeves rolled up, beige khaki trousers, and a pair of sunglasses hanging casually from his collar.“Bienvenidos,” he said, with a Spanish accent far too perfect for someone who, just two weeks ago, couldn’t tell paella from pizza.“I didn’t know he spoke Spanish,” my mother remarked as we climbed the steps tow

My eyes flicked to the closed door. The voices outside had died down, a sure sign the celebration was truly over. Hugo was likely chatting with the staff, or perhaps changing out of his suit. He’d said he’d join me soon. But right now, I wasn’t sure I was ready to see him.I re-read the letter.“To the Tatiana I once knew...”I recognized that tone. I lowered the letter slowly, my breath caught in my throat.Was it a warning? A threat? Or simply... a reminder?A soft knock on the door startled me.Three gentle taps. The rhythm was familiar.“Darling?” Hugo’s voice was soft. “May I come in?”I hid the letter inside a poetry book lying on the table.“Go ahead,” I replied, trying to sound casual.Hugo opened the door, and the moment he saw me, his face softened. He’d shed his formal suit and now wore a loose white cotton shirt. His hair was slightly tousled, either from fatigue or the night breeze. What held me motionless, though, was the way he looked at me, as though he truly saw into m