All Chapters of Unworthy No More : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Cleaning House

Isla's POV Sophie slept curled against me, her fingers tangled in my shirt, as if afraid I would vanish. Every time I shifted, she whimpered. I did not sleep, not really. I just lay there, watching the light crawl across the walls and pretending it was peace. When Alexander knocked softly and pushed the door open, I already knew from his expression that something had gone wrong. His tie was loose, his eyes darker than usual, too still, too calm. That same calm from the night before, the one that meant something inside him was being held together by force. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said. “You didn’t,” I answered. He glanced at Sophie and lowered his voice. “Marcus called. One of the men we took alive was found dead in holding.” I froze. “How?” His jaw flexed. “Throat cut. Message carved into his chest... ‘Debt Paid.’” The words felt like ice slipping down my spine. “Nathaniel?” Alexander nodded once. “He’s tying loose ends. By tomorrow, he’ll have vanished.” I sat up slowl

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

Debt Paid

Alexander’s POVThe night was filled with the stench of cordite and fear. I stood beneath the flickering warehouse lights, watching as the forensics team bagged the last of the evidence. The kidnapper lay sprawled at my feet,bare chest, lifeless eyes, and blood already drying into dark, rust-colored cracks on the concrete.Marcus lingered behind me, arms folded, voice low. “You shouldn’t be here, Alex. Let the Bureau handle it.” I crouched beside the corpse, ignoring him. “The Bureau?” I almost laughed. “They’re the reason this bastard made it this far.” His jaw tightened. “You’ve already done enough. You got Sophie back. Don’t...”I peeled the edge of the man’s shirt aside. The words carved into his skin stopped him cold. DEBT PAID. Each letter gouged deep, deliberate, done by someone who wanted to make a statement. The blood around the cuts was already dry. Whoever did this did not just kill him, they wanted him found. My stomach went cold. I had seen this before. Years ago. Nathani

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

The Return of the Silent Storm

Alexander’s POVThere was a time when the name Langston was spoken in whispers. When I walked into a room, men stopped talking. Not because they feared death, but because they feared disappointment. I had taught them order, precision and the art of surviving without chaos. And for seven years, I had let that world rot in its own greed. Now I was back to clean house.The warehouse on the outskirts of the city had not changed much. It still had cracked windows, rusted shutters as well the smell of oil and damp concrete. It used to be my base but tonight, it was a graveyard of memories. Marcus met me there, accompanied by three men I had not seen since before I had walked away.One of them, Dante, looked older and thicker around the shoulders but still sharp-eyed. He used to handle my smuggling routes. “You really doing this, boss?” he asked, his voice caught between awe and disbelief. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” He let out a low whistle. “People been talking. Word’s spreading fast.

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

Storm vs. Serpent

Isla’s POVAlejandro decided that we should move back to his house. After all, Sophie could not sleep without seeing him. This time, I did not feel like he was being excessive when he proposed that. Running around between his home, the company and mine was taking a toll on him. So, we moved back. The night was too still. Even the wind seemed to hesitate as it passed over the Langston estate, brushing faintly against the windows before dying into silence. I sat on the edge of my bed, unable to sleep. Sophie had long drifted off, clutching her stuffed lamb, her little breaths steady and peaceful. But peace had become a fragile thing lately, something I no longer trusted.I should have felt safe here. Alexander had tightened security, tripled patrols, moved us into the guest wing with bullet-resistant glass and private guards outside. Yet, every creak of the old floorboards, every flicker of shadow made my heart stutter. Nathaniel’s name still rang in my mind like a curse.The man I had

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

No More Hiding

Isla’s POVThe night bled into dawn with the taste of smoke still thick in the air. The once-pristine marble floors of the Langston estate were smeared with ash, the faint smell of gasoline lingering beneath the sterile scent of antiseptic. Outside, the sky was bruised gray, and the wind carried the low wail of sirens still echoing from a distance.I sat at Sophie’s bedside, my fingers tracing the soft curls at her temple. She was finally asleep, fitful, but safe. Every now and then, her little hand would twitch, clutching the edge of her blanket as if afraid the night might come alive again. I wished I could tell her it would not. That monsters stayed gone once beaten. But Nathaniel had proven me wrong far too many times.My reflection in the window looked ghostlike, eyes swollen from tears and smoke, hair matted against my face. I looked nothing like the woman I used to be. The one who smiled politely at charity galas, who wore pearls and perfection as armor. That woman died the mom

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

Light in the Storm

Isla’s POVThere was a time when silence terrified me. When it meant the next blow, the next cruel word, the next moment I would have to shrink myself smaller just to survive. But now, silence felt like space. A fragile, precious pause between what I had been and what I was becoming.I sat in my car outside Alexander’s building, watching the city pulse with life. Neon lights reflected off the windshield, blurring into streaks of color like the memories I tried not to relive. Every woman I had met since the kidnapping...at the hospital, at the community clinic, even in grocery lines, carried that same look I once had, haunted, uncertain and half-alive.That was when it struck me. Healing was not just about me. It could not be. If I had crawled out of that darkness, then I owed it to others to leave a light behind. Sophie was my reason to begin again, but these women… they were my reason to continue.I remembered the night after Nathaniel’s goons were arrested, how I had stared at the c

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

The Dawn Foundation

Alexander’s POV Chicago woke beneath a gray sky, the kind that promised rain but never kept its word. I watched Isla through the glass wall of my office. Her laughter, her focus, the way she moved through the morning like she finally belonged to herself. The past weeks had changed her. The nightmares still came sometimes, but she no longer woke in fear. She woke with purpose. After seeing the work she had built, the women she had taken in, the quiet hope returning to that crumbling apartment, I made my decision. The city did not know it yet, but it was about to witness something rare. Something that did not come from politics, or wealth, or power plays. It came from her, from Isla Hart, the woman who had once been broken, now building something unbreakable. The Dawn Foundation would be the first of its kind in Chicago. A network of safe houses, legal support teams, and trauma recovery programs for women and girls caught in cycles of abuse. She had already planted the seed. All I

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

The Numbers Of Life

Isla’s POVThere was a time when my life could be measured in numbers, deadlines, profit margins, balance sheets, quarterly goals. I once believed that was my purpose. To make everything add up. To prove my worth by how well I could keep other people’s worlds in order, even while mine quietly unraveled.Six years. That was how long I spent married to Nathaniel Blake, six years of shrinking myself to fit inside his version of love. Six years of being told that emotions were weaknesses, that softness was foolish, that I was lucky he chose me.I became an expert at pretending. At smiling whilst my heart cried, presenting myself gracefully while ignoring the hollow ache beneath my ribs. I used to think control was power. That if I could keep the numbers right, I could keep my world from collapsing. But numbers could not save me from the night he brought another woman, heavily pregnant, into our home. Numbers could not protect Sophie and me from the storm.But time has a strange way of rew

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

Storms And Light

Isla’s POV The city slept unevenly, unaware of the battles waged in shadows and in quiet rooms where courage lived in small, unseen acts. I walked through the NGO’s offices, my steps soft but purposeful, the hum of computers and whispered conversations filling the space. Today, we were guiding a mother and her teenage daughter away from a life of fear, a life defined by control, abuse, and whispered threats. They clutched each other tightly when I greeted them, eyes wide and uncertain. “It’s okay,” I said softly, letting my hands brush theirs. “You’re safe now. And we’ll make sure no one can touch that safety again.” The mother’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, the daughter fidgeted nervously, but a fragile spark of trust flickered in both of them. I had seen it before, yet each time it felt like the first, hope, trembling and tentative, but unbreakable if nurtured carefully. “Follow me,” I whispered, leading them through the quiet corridors. My team moved with practiced pre

Last Updated : 2025-11-03

Rising Tides

Isla’s POV The city lived on, oblivious to the quiet wars waged beneath its surface, battles fought not with weapons, but with courage, grit, and faith. I had just returned to The Dawn Foundation after a rescue mission, guiding a young mother and her daughter from the edge of fear into safety, when the first sign of trouble appeared. A call. No voice, only silence and static. Then a click. A warning. I did not flinch. Fear had stopped being my language long ago. Purpose had taken its place. Whoever they were, they had no idea what kind of woman they were trying to intimidate. “Everything okay?” my assistant asked, her tone hesitant as she caught the tension in my posture. “Better than okay,” I said, eyes fixed on the skyline shimmering beyond the glass. “They’ve just reminded me what we stand for. We don’t run. We protect. We fight. And we win.” My phone buzzed again, a secure message. Alexander: Nathaniel’s pawns moving. He won’t touch you. Not while I breathe. Even through text

Last Updated : 2025-11-03

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