บททั้งหมดของ Love, Lessons, and Late Blossoms: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter Twenty-One: Through His Eyes

He hadn’t slept.Even after their walk, even after the bookstore, even after her laughter—the kind that curled around his ribs and lodged somewhere beneath his heart—he couldn’t quiet the gnawing ache that had bloomed in the pit of his chest.Something was wrong.He knew it before she spoke it. Before she even said goodbye that evening, something in her eyes had shifted. Not away from him, but away from the world.It was subtle. Most wouldn’t have noticed. But he had memorized her expressions like poetry. And this new one—tight, guarded, dimmed—was not part of the verses he’d come to love.She was pulling in.Folding.And whatever light she usually carried so naturally had begun to flicker.He replayed their last interaction for the third time, leaning back in his study chair, phone in hand.He had watched the security footage again—yes, he’d asked for it. Not from her building, never that invasive, but from the café’s outdoor camera.After she walked away, there had been a hesitation

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Truth Beneath the Stillness

From A. Renner’s PerspectiveThe first sign was in the silence. Renner sat in his study, the light from his screen painting sharp shadows across the room. He stared at the encrypted report Kai had just sent, heart pacing with a kind of dread he hadn’t felt since his early investment days—when a bad deal meant more than lost money; it meant lost trust.And this wasn’t money.This was Layla Brooks.At the top of the report, two words were circled in red:Ethan Rivers: Alias.He didn’t breathe for a second.Kai’s voice message followed seconds later, low and precise: “Real name: Eric Chandler. Changed it legally five years ago, following sealed juvenile records and a quiet disappearance from his hometown.” Renner pressed play again. Then again.His jaw clenched.Eric Chandler.The name didn’t appear on any of the superficial searches he’d run before. But Kai had gone deeper—through sealed court documents, expunged records, offshore social trails.And what he found didn’t just confirm A

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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Words I Never Said

The café was warm and filled with the soft, familiar hum of city life—clinking mugs, quiet conversations, and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine.But inside me, there was only silence.I sat across from Mara, hands wrapped tightly around a cup of chai I hadn’t sipped. The drink had long gone cold, much like the comfort I used to feel in busy spaces.Mara leaned forward slightly, her expression open but unreadable. She’d always had that gift—holding space without pushing. Letting me speak when I was ready, never before.I was ready now.Sort of.“I need to tell you something,” I said quietly, eyes fixed on the napkin I was folding into squares.She didn’t interrupt.“I think… someone’s watching me.”The words barely left my mouth before the shame rushed in. I braced for disbelief, the kind that sounded like well-meaning concern. The kind that told you it was probably nothing. The kind that made you question yourself.But Mara didn’t say any of those things.Instead, she said,

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Trap That Broke

The plan wasn’t perfect. But neither was I.And I had learned the hard way that waiting for perfection only gave fear more time to grow.So I set the trap.I spent a week gathering breadcrumbs, small lies stacked atop one another—harmless sounding, yet carefully designed to trigger curiosity. I talked just loud enough near Ethan for him to overhear my supposed plans to revisit Wellspring for a writing retreat. I left a fake email open on my work laptop, booking a non-existent Airbnb cabin.I even dropped a hint to Zoe, knowing she still hovered around him like a moth to the flame.I wanted to see how fast the lie would travel.Within forty-eight hours, Ethan brought up Wellspring in conversation again, more pointed this time.“That place must hold a lot of memories for you,” he said casually, flicking through photos on his camera.My heart stopped—but I kept my voice light.“I guess it does,” I said, forcing a smile. “Good and bad. It’s where I started writing seriously.”He didn’t b

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Gathering Storm

The front door creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in days, even though I knew that wasn’t true.This was home—still the same pale yellow house with its worn shutters and the chipped step that groaned under my weight as I stepped inside. It smelled like lemon polish and old prayers. Like the place where I’d once believed the world couldn’t touch me.That illusion had shattered long ago.But walking in now, I wasn’t the same girl who had left.My mother was the first to appear from the hallway, her eyes wide with worry. Her face was drawn, older somehow since the last time I saw her. When she pulled me into her arms, I didn’t fight it. I let her hold me, even though I was trembling.Even though the tears I’d held back for days spilled onto her shoulder the moment I felt safe.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, over and over again, though I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for anymore.“For not telling you. For trying to do it alone. For failing.”She cupped my face when I pulled awa

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The One I Never Expected

POV: Layla BrooksThe air was quiet—too quiet. That was the first thing I noticed when I stepped out into the backyard.The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the garden. The wind carried the scent of damp soil and the faint perfume of my mother’s jasmine bush. I hugged my sweater tighter around me, trying to release the weight sitting on my chest.A walk. Just a quick breath of fresh air, I told myself.Everything inside the house felt heavy—plans, warnings, possibilities. And underneath it all, the unbearable silence that followed fear. I needed space. A place to breathe. I needed a second that didn’t feel like survival.That’s when I heard it.A soft snap of a twig.I turned.“Tessa?” I blinked. “What are you doing here?”My cousin stepped out from the shadow of the back fence, her hands tucked into her coat. Her face looked pale in the twilight, her eyes unreadable.“I wanted to check on you,” she said. “Aunt called earlier. Said you were… shaken.”

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Silence That Speaks

POV: Layla BrooksThe warehouse was cold, but it wasn’t the kind of cold you could wrap a coat around. It was the kind that lived inside your chest, that crept in like fog and clung to your bones. The kind of cold that came from shame and silence.I sat slumped against the crate, arms still bound, knees pulled to my chest. My father lay a few feet away, eyes half open now, his breathing slow but steady. They’d given us just enough food and water to keep us alive. Just enough to prolong the waiting.He stirred again. His voice, dry and hoarse, drifted across the room.“Layla… are you awake?”I straightened, my joints aching. “Yeah. I’m here.”He turned his head toward me, and the pain in his eyes made me look away.“I thought I was dreaming,” he whispered. “But I’m not, am I?”“No,” I said quietly. “You’re not.”He nodded slowly. “They took you too?”“Yes.” My voice cracked. “Because of me.”A silence settled between us—thick, uneasy, familiar. The kind of silence that had existed betw

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Coordinates Lost

POV: A. Renner“Her tracker’s gone silent.”Those four words punched through the tension in the room like a gunshot. A. Renner didn’t look up right away. He stared at the frozen feed of Layla’s last known location—a red dot blinking steadily on the edge of a quiet suburban neighborhood before it suddenly vanished.“Repeat that,” he said, voice low.Kai, his head of private security, stepped closer, jaw clenched. “At 20:43 hours, her signal cut off. All external surveillance in the area picked up a brief vehicle with no plates idling outside the residence, then pulling away at high speed. No further visuals.”A muscle ticked in Renner’s jaw. “You had eyes on her. How did this happen?”Kai didn’t flinch. “We had drones circling, men posted at the perimeter, her phone’s GPS, and a discreet tag in her bracelet. Someone knew exactly what to disable.”Renner finally stood, pushing away from the table. His movements were sharp, controlled—but barely. The edges of his self-restraint were begi

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Echo Before Rescue

POV: Layla BrooksThere’s something about captivity that rewires your sense of time.Minutes stretch like hours. Hours fold into themselves. You forget what sunlight feels like on your skin. You forget what it means to breathe without fear.I stopped counting the days.Instead, I counted sounds.The soft shuffle of my father’s breath. The metallic clang of footsteps overhead. The clicking sound of the lock when Tessa came in with food. The silence between it all.That was the hardest part.The silence.It pressed against my ribs, thick and unmoving. Like grief. Like guilt.I hadn’t spoken since my father fell asleep two nights ago, curled into himself on the floor beside me. He didn’t ask questions anymore. I think he sensed how close I was to unraveling.And I was.Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan’s face. That smug, careful smile. The familiarity of it. The betrayal stitched into every gesture I once thought kind.I had let him into my world.He had been patient. Gentle, even.

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Chapter Thirty: The Door That Opened

POV: Layla BrooksThe world didn’t explode all at once.It cracked.It started with footsteps. Sharp. Clean. Not like the dragging boots of Ethan’s guards—these were swift, deliberate.Tessa had already retreated into the shadows, whispering “Trust me,” before disappearing behind the stacks of crates. My father and I huddled in silence, hidden low, breaths shallow, waiting.Then came the sound of splintering.A flash.Glass.Shouting.“Down! Get down!”Gunfire cracked like whips. Screams followed. Furniture scraped. A body fell somewhere close. I pressed my head against my knees, every instinct screaming to stay still.Boom!Another door was forced open.And then—voices. Dozens of them, but only one reached through the noise and pinned itself into my chest like it belonged there.“Layla!”I blinked.It wasn’t possible.Not here. Not now.But it was.I looked up.Through the blur of smoke and flashlight beams, he stepped in—clad in black, bulletproof vest over a dark turtleneck, a comm

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