Lahat ng Kabanata ng After He Took It All: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Brielle's POV It hurts.Everything did.And…and why couldn't I move? My hands feel heavy…. almost like something was holding it back from moving.My breath hitched when what sounded like faint voices drifted to my hearing. It sounded like they were whispering about…a visitor. A strange man that'd asked about someone.My brows scrunched at that, wondering why it…felt like it had something to do with me. I tried to listen in again, to get a hint of what was happening around me, but I couldn't get any more than that.Not with the ringing slowly piercing through my eardrums.God, it felt like I'd run into endless walls without a break.Gritting through the teeth, I finally forced my eyes open; letting it painfully adjust to the sudden blinding white light flooding across the room. My eyes stayed on the ceiling for a while, noting out the plain, squeaky clean walls that trailed across from the bulb overhead.Where…..was I? I didn't recall having a room like this. God, what was…what was

Axel's POV My patience snapped the second Jason flashed me one of his no-up-to-good, devious smirks.Two days.Two fucking days of searching. Of calling her phone—which for some reason kept going to voicemail.Of sleepless nights as I tossed and turned in bed, every goddamn look Brielle had thrown my way before she left haunted me till now.I'd never seen her lash out the way she did that night. And it hurt so much knowing that I was the reason why.But if only she had let me explain myself. Explain what actually happened.One minute, I was picking up my locket—wondering how the hell it'd even gotten into the other VIP room in the first place.The next minute, a woman was bumping into me, apologizing quickly before I could even look. Gone before I could even see who that familiar perfume belonged to.But all logic fell out of the window when I heard a low chuckle in the dark corners of the room—his chuckle—like he wasn't expecting to see that night at all.The bastard I'd punched as

Brielle’s POVI stared at him, eyes wide like he'd just lost his mind dropping those four impossible words like it wasn't a big deal.But it was a big deal.A big, freaking one.Still dazed, I turned to the small black box sitting on the table, feeling a wave of excitement and panic flood through me at once, then back at his interlocked fingers.My mouth opened, but nothing came out—I mean, what was I going to say? What was I supposed to say? I've not even….I've not even told him about the baby… and now, he says…this?The air in my chest grew thin as I inhaled sharply, racking my brain for any possible answers for this sudden action, or was he trying to prank me? Was this all a setup? But the expression on his features was nothing close to playfulness, especially as he didn't wear his signature cocky smirk and instead, chose not to break the silence as I pulled at my hair.He just sat there, his face unreadable as he allowed me to digest his words properly. Almost like he didn't wan

Brielle’s POVThe message came out of nowhere and knocked the air from my lungs.“Congratulations on the baby. Don’t think you can hide it forever.”For a moment, I just stared at the screen, frozen. The words blurred before my eyes, but the meaning hit me like a slap. My fingers went numb, and the phone slipped from my hand, landing on the sheets with a dull thud.My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. A cold wave of panic spread through me, leaving my body trembling. Someone knew. Someone had found out.How?No one was supposed to know. Not yet. Not until I had figured everything out. Not until I was safe.A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Was it Jason? Had he been watching me again, pulling strings from the shadows the way he always did? Or was it someone from Axel’s side — one of his people who had somehow discovered what I was hiding?The hospital room suddenly felt too small, too bright, too exposed. The steady beep of the heart monitor, the scent of antis

Axel’s POVThe hot, red mark on his cheeks was just a tip of the iceberg.Oh no, I intended to do so much more than ruin his pretty face.All the years of anger I’d buried deep down. The frustration, the betrayal—everything I tried so hard to ignore—boiled over the moment my fist connected with Jason’s face. Because it wasn’t just about Brielle anymore. Well… not totally.It was about every damned lie, the smug grins thrown in my face. Every time he thought he could play god with people’s lives and get away with it.He stumbled back, his chair sliding across the floor from the impact.And for a second, I just stood there, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling like I’d run a marathon across town. Then, I saw his face—still wearing that same cold smirk even with blood on his lip—and I snapped.I lunged again, grabbed him by his shirt, and slammed him into the wall. The impact shook the framed certificates behind him. One of them fell, the glass shattering on the floor, but I