All Chapters of Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As he drew closer, Gaara saw that the men clustered around her were only three. One had seized Esther’s arms from behind and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her legs kicked frantically, but she was outnumbered and outmatched; her frantic strikes meant little. Another man seemed to take perverse pleasure in a small folding knife, using the tip to score a shallow cut along her throat. They laughed, jeering and shouting obscene, filthy remarks about her body as they closed in.Gaara did not hesitate. He grabbed the bastard who had ripped Esther’s shirt and began to beat him, kicking the man until he crumpled. The attacker spat curses, stunned by Gaara’s sudden and brutal violence.“Who the hell are you?” he snarled.“Let her go, you bastard!”Without wasting words, Gaara struck again and then kicked so hard that the man had no time to retaliate. He fell to the ground bloodied and battered. The two remaining men froze for a moment, shocked, but the one with the folding knife lunged at Gaar

Esther opened her eyes to a scene that had grown so familiar it almost felt like home. The darkness filling the room told her it was probably midnight. From beside her came the sound of slow, steady breathing. She didn’t need to look to know whose it was. Still, she couldn’t help but ask herself why she kept waking up in someone else’s bed. No more precisely, why she always woke up in Gaara’s room.She slowly sat up, her movements quiet against the sheets. A faint smile curved her lips as her gaze fell on Gaara, fast asleep beside her. He wore only a pair of faded jeans, lying face down, his head turned slightly on the pillow, mouth slightly parted. Esther’s eyes trailed over the bare expanse of his back, tracing every defined line and contour, from his shoulders down to the dip of his waist.Something in that sight brought her a strange kind of calm. Just knowing he was there beside her, not walking away, not leaving her to face the silence alone, filled her chest with a warmth she h

Heard her stomach growl loudly. The silence between them broke when Gaara let out a faint chuckle.“So, you’re hungry, huh?”How embarrassing. Terribly embarrassing.Of all the possible moments, why did her stomach have to declare war right now?“S-sorry,” Esther squeaked, her voice barely audible. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. There was no way she could look at Gaara now, not when he was surely laughing at her. Inwardly, she cursed her own stomach for betraying her like that, choosing the most awkward moment to speak louder than her thoughts.“It’s fine, don’t be embarrassed,” Gaara said, sounding surprisingly gentle. “You haven’t eaten anything since we got here, after all.” He sat up suddenly. “I’ll tell someone to prepare something for you.”“No! Don’t!” Esther’s hand moved on instinct, catching his arm before he could get out of bed to make it happen.“Why not?” Gaara’s puzzled eyes met hers, and she was forced to meet his gaze.“It doesn’t feel right

Gaara suddenly felt like that eleven-year-old boy again, standing in front of his mother’s coffin, staring at her face for the last time before she was lowered into the ground. He remembered Uncle Yoshi holding him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, while his grandparents stood nearby with cold expressions carved on their faces. His father had spent hours smoking in silence without shedding a single tear. That was the day Gaara began to understand how cruel the world could be.“Love is such a foolish thing, isn’t it?” His voice turned low, almost like a whisper. “Mother died a pointless death because she loved the wrong person too much.” He paused, his tone softening further. “And I was still there, still needing her, still willing to do anything for her. If she had wanted it, I would have given her everything, even all my love, just so she wouldn’t die. But she didn’t want that.”For a fleeting second, Esther could swear she saw pain flicker in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appea

Esther had meant to drive straight to campus. That was the plan simple, practical, and of course ordinary. But halfway there, a sudden tug in her chest urged her to turn the wheel elsewhere. Home. She couldn’t explain it, only that the thought of changing into fresh clothes and grabbing a few of her books suddenly felt necessary, grounding.She pulled Gaara’s Range Rover into the small parking lot near her boarding house. There was another car already there but she didn’t give it much thought. Her mind was fixed on small, mundane things: a change of clothes, a notebook, a breath of familiarity before the day swept her back into chaos.But the moment she opened the door to her room, her breath caught.Someone was inside.A man sat in the small living space, his figure calm, almost careless, as if he had every right to be there. The shock rooted Esther to the spot, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.The man looked up from the phone in his hand. His hair was long, brushing past his jawl