All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Selene's Pov A year.It had been a whole year since the night my world shattered—and the same night it was rebuilt. Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, I still can’t believe I survived. That I’m here… breathing, laughing, and holding my children in my arms.“Collin!” I called from the living room, trying to steady the squirming little girl in my arms. My daughter’s shrill giggles echoed off the walls as she tugged at my hair like it was her personal toy. “Collin, come and get your daughter! She’s giving me a headache.”The bedroom door creaked, and moments later Colin stepped into the room, hair slightly mussed as though I’d dragged him out of bed. His eyes found me instantly, and then the tiny hand pulling at my hair.He chuckled, shaking his head. “You should stop talking to our children like that,” he teased as he crossed over.I rolled my eyes and laughed, grateful for the levity. Carefully, I handed him the restless bundle, and he scooped her into his arms as though

Chapter 2 Cassy froze when the voice cut through the night, sharp and commanding. Her pulse kicked hard against her ribs. She turned slowly, her bag dangling at her side, and found herself staring at the man who had spoken. God. For a split second, the air left her lungs. He was infuriatingly good-looking—the type of man women in glossy magazines gushed over. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes so dark they seemed to strip her bare in a single glance. The kind of man who knew exactly how much power he carried in his presence. Cassy gave her head a quick shake, shoving the thought away, No no no, not today she whispered to herself. As she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and placed both hands firmly on her hips. “I’m doing exactly what should be done to people who think rules don’t apply to them. Cause tell me something are you supposed to be parking here?”She asked As the man’s brows drew together in a frown. His voice was calm but laced with authority

Cassy’s scream bounced off the restroom walls so loud it could have doubled as a fire alarm. As she clutched her chest, gasping for air, when a small figure jumped back with wide eyes. “Yo, old lady, you scared me!” the boy exclaimed, clutching a damp tissue in his hand. Cassy blinked at him, her panic immediately shifting to disbelief as she dropped to one knee in front of him, eyebrows shooting up. “What are you doing in the ladies’ room? And what do you mean by ‘old lady’? Excuse me young man, I am still in my twenties, boy Cassy said with weird frown. As the boy rolled his eyes, his voice flat with preteen sarcasm. “Whatever he replied.” Cassy narrowed her eyes, tilting her head as she studied him more closely. “Wait a second. Have you been crying?” she asked softly. The boy stiffened, his jaw tightening as he turned his face away and muttered, “Mind your business.” Before she could press further, he spun around and darted to the sink. He pumped the soap di

Cassy braced herself, shoved the door open, and stepped inside—only to duck a split second before something whizzed past her head.“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” she yelped, crouching low as a pillow smacked the wall behind her.When she straightened, her jaw dropped. The room looked like a war zone—cushions, toys, and crayons scattered everywhere. In the center of the chaos stood a little boy with wild hair and fury blazing in his eyes, flinging anything within reach. A frazzled maid stumbled after him, clutching a plate of food like a shield.“Please, young master,” she begged, dodging a toy truck by inches. “Just one bite, Thomas. Please!”“I said I don’t want it!” he shouted, stomping his foot for emphasis.Cassy pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Oh great. Another spoiled brat. Just my luck.” Straightening, she squared her shoulders and marched right into the battlefield.The boy froze mid-throw, a cushion raised in his hand. His eyes locked on her, narrowing suspiciously.

The heavy oak doors of the mansion swung open with a low groan, and Kael strode in first, his long legs eating up the marble foyer. Behind him, his mother’s voice carried like a trumpet blast, sharp, unrelenting, and impossible to tune out. “You must marry her, Kael. Do you hear me? Must.” Kael didn’t slow his pace. He tugged at his tie, loosening it from his throat, the starch of the workday still clinging to him like shackles. The air inside the house was cooler, scented faintly of polished wood and lavender from the maids’ endless scrubbing, but even that couldn’t wash out the sting of his mother’s words. “Mother,” he said flatly, not turning back. “Not tonight.” “Oh, don’t ‘not tonight’ me,” she snapped, heels clicking furiously against the tiles as she hurried after him. “I will not sit by and watch you ruin your future—Thomas’s future—because of your stubbornness.” Kael shrugged out of his suit jacket as they reached the base of the grand staircase, tossing it carelessly in