Todos los capítulos de No Longer A Fool For You : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Collins’s POV The moment I stepped out of Selene’s room I didn’t slow down, my strides carrying me down the hallway until I found a quiet corner tucked away from sight, my pulse still unsteady from the way she had clung to me, her tears soaking through my shirt, the sound of her broken voice echoing in my head. I pressed my back against the wall, scanning the corridor once, then twice, making absolutely sure she hadn’t followed me, and only when I was certain the coast was clear did I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone, my fingers moving faster than my thoughts. I dialed Aiden’s number, holding the phone tight against my ear, and he picked up on the very first ring, his voice brisk and eager. “Hello Aiden” “Good morning, good morning, boss,” he corrected himself quickly, but I cut him off before he could drag it out. “Save the pleasantries, Aiden,” I said, my voice coming out sharper than I meant, laced with the irritation I hadn’t yet shaken off. “I need you t

Collins’ POV I stepped out of Selene’s ward, the tiny space still smelling faintly of antiseptic and fear, and dropped onto one of the plastic chairs lined up for visitors in the corridor. My chest felt heavy, like someone had dropped a stone inside it. Selene was pregnant. The words kept replaying in my head like a stubborn echo. And the way she’d said it, her voice shaking, eyes wide“I don’t even know who the father is.” But I knew the month the doctor mentioned. It matched the night of the party… the night she and I— My fingers curled into fists as several thoughts ran through my head like, could the child be mine? But just as that thought crossed my mind another ugly memory of another conversation cut through my thoughts. “It’ll be hard for you to father a child.” That’s what the doctor had told me as I couldn’t even get it up half the time, so how could I possibly— Still, the thought refused to die. What if…? I folded my arms across my chest and leaned f

Collin's Pov Then it buzzed again. I pulled it out, my brow tightening and it was Aiden calling back immediately. That was unusual because Aden wasn’t like that,He wasn’t reckless. He never insisted like this—unless it was something that refused to be ignored. I answered this time, my voice edged with irritation. “Why are you calling me consistently?” Aiden’s voice burst through, too quick, too nervous. “Boss—I’m sorry. I know you hate repeated calls, but I had to because there’s a problem.” My jaw flexed as y voice dropped, clipped and flat. “What problem can’t you solve on your own? Speak clearly I don’t have the patience for hesitation.” He went silent. I waited, irritation prickling, until I finally snapped, “Say it, Aiden.” His words came in a rush, broken, as though he was afraid to say them out loud. “Boss, a video came out. A video of you and Miss Selene from the party. In the toilet.” The words hit, sharp and cold. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles whiten

Selene's Pov The phone slipped from my hand and landed on the bed with a dull thud. I didn’t even move to pick it up. My hands were trembling so violently that I pressed them against my lap, but even then, the shivers traveled up my arms and into my shoulders. My teeth chattered against each other uncontrollably, and I tried to steady myself, but the harder I fought, the more I broke. A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. My vision blurred, hot tears spilling down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. I turned helplessly to Lami, who had been watching me silently, and the sight of her concerned face broke me even further. “Lami…” my voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Why? Why is everything turning against me? Why is it one scandal after another, one humiliation after another? I can’t—I can’t breathe through it anymore.” The sobs came harder, shaking my whole body until I felt as though I would split apart. Lami quickly stood, her chair scraping lightly agai

Matthew’s POV The door slammed behind her, leaving the echo of Selene’s fury rattling through my office. For a long moment, I sat still, her words replaying in my head, sharp as glass, cutting deeper than she could imagine. Then I pushed back my chair and rose, the hunger for control burning hot beneath my skin. My steps were slow, deliberate, as I crossed the room and wrenched the door open. The secretary was there, pale as paper, her eyes wide like a trapped rabbit’s. She must have heard every word. “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” I snapped, my voice low but edged with fire, each word bitten off hungrily, as though I could devour her excuses before she even spoke them. “I—I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered, her hands twisting together. “I tried to stop her, I tried to” “You’re fired.” The words cut through the air like a blade. She froze, lips parted, trembling, the protest dying before it could leave her throat. I didn’t wait. I turned on my heel, back into t