All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah's POV You know what they say about new beginnings? Liess. All lies. This place? This "fresh start" Mathew so generously handed us? It felt more like a glorified insult wrapped in a real estate contract. I stood in the middle of the living room—if you could even call it that—arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the faded beige walls that looked like they'd been whitewashed with disappointment. The ceiling fan wheezed above us like it, too, wanted to escape. "This is it?" Mata snapped, kicking off her heels and letting them clatter onto the marble-like tiles that clearly weren’t real marble. “This is the best your beloved Mathew could do? A box with a kitchen the size of a walk-in closet?" I didn’t answer right away. Not because I didn’t have a response, but because I had too many. My throat burned with unsaid words, and my chest ached with questions I wasn't supposed to ask out loud. "Maybe he's trying to keep us... modest," I muttered finally, placing my purse a little to

Collin's Pov I blinked against the fading light slipping through the edges of my thick blackout curtains. My body ached slightly from lying too long in one position, my limbs heavy with sleep. I sat up slowly, rubbing the side of my face with one hand, wincing at the dryness in my throat. My mouth felt like cotton. What time was it? Evening. The dusky hue outside the windows told me that much. I reached for my phone, but it wasn’t on the nightstand. Not surprising. I hadn’t cared much about where I threw it last night. With a deep breath, I stretched, bones cracking from the movement. The room was too silent. Not even the usual hum of the television from downstairs or the muffled chatter of staff. Weird. I swung my legs off the bed, feet finding the familiar fuzz of my owl slippers. They were ridiculous. But comfortable. A gift from Nana before she passed, and even if they looked like something out of a children’s cartoon, I never quite managed to throw them away. Draggi

Selene's Pov It had been four days. Four long, dragging days since I’d last gone home. Four good days since I’d seen the house where Matthew and I lived—the house that used to feel like ours, like something real. And now, as I stood outside the tall black gate, clutching my handbag with both hands and staring up at the mansion I once called home, everything in me screamed uncertainty. But I’d made up my mind I was going in. The house stood tall and proud, just like always. It was the kind of place that looked like it didn’t belong in this part of street because it was elegant, intimidating, and wrapped in white marbled walls and sleek glass, the balconies arching out like crowns from each side. The kind you see in magazines, with a driveway so wide you could land a helicopter on it and still have room to park a Bentley. That long stretch of silence that followed me from the gate to the door felt heavier than I remembered. I walked up the steps, pausing when I got

Matthew's POV If anyone had told me that one day I'd be the one dragging my entire family into the living room to sit them down like stubborn schoolchildren, I might have laughed. But that day had come. And I wasn’t laughing. I stood in front of the long mahogany dining table, arms crossed, eyes flicking between the three familiar faces seated before me, Aunty Evelyn, Mata, and Uncle Peter. Grandma wasn’t here. I had made that choice deliberately because she was the only one who had never truly joined in the madness. Aunty Evelyn was already frowning, her makeup slightly smudged from the fan she kept flapping against her face, and Mata had her legs crossed, fingers rapidly typing on her phone screen. While Uncle Peter simply sat stiffly, brows arched as though he’d already made up his mind to be annoyed, regardless of what I had to say. "Is everyone fine?" I began, more out of formality than genuine interest. "Fine?" Aunty Evelyn scoffed, snapping her fan shut with an exaggera

Collin's Pov The moment I stepped through the front door, the heavy silence of the house was shattered. "Collins! Get over here quick!" My father's voice echoed from the east wing study. No greetings. No welcome. Just commands. Aiden had just approached, stepping out from the hallway. His expression was stiff but respectful. "Welcome back, Boss." I nodded once, but didn’t stop walking. “Tell him I’ll be down in a minute I need a shower.” Aiden hesitated. I could tell he wanted to say something, but I didn’t wait for a reply. My clothes smelled of sweat, smoke, and that damn party. Everything about that night clung to me like a second skin. I couldn’t deal with my father’s scheming face until I had washed it all off. I shut the door to my room behind me and didn’t waste time. The clothes came off in one motion, dropped carelessly on the floor. I stepped into the shower, letting the steaming water pour down like it might somehow cleanse everything my conscience couldn’t sha