Todos los capítulos de Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The next day, the girl was there again, standing in the same spot with her basket of roses and her transparent umbrella dotted with tiny flowers. Only this time, she looked a little different. She wore a peach-colored skirt that brushed just above her knees, paired with a simple white tee. The soft color made her glow under the morning sun.Nara spotted her the moment he turned the corner. Without thinking, he drifted toward her, hands shoved into his pockets, his steps unhurried. When he reached her side, he leaned casually against the wall, watching as she cheerfully handed out roses to the few passersby. She looked completely at ease, as if this little corner of the world belonged to her.For a while, Nara said nothing. He simply watched how she smiled, how her braid swayed when she turned, how her laughter felt lighter than the air around them. Then, a group of students approached and asked to take pictures with her. Nara frowned at that, confusion knitting between his brows.Befo

The drive to campus felt unbearably long that morning. It wasn’t just the traffic because the city moved in its usual sluggish rhythm. But Esther’s mind was a storm, drifting from one thought to another, heavy with guilt and exhaustion. Every red light seemed to last forever. Every turn of the wheel carried the echo of that moment back in her room.She had never done that before. Never raised her voice to him, never hurled her pain like a weapon. But last night had stripped something raw inside her, something that could no longer be silenced. Esther sighed, leaning forward until her forehead rested against the steering wheel. The cool leather did little to calm her racing heart. A part of her was relieved, cuz she had said the things she’d buried for years. But another part couldn’t stop replaying the look on Elson’s face, the moment realization had dawned in his eyes. He had always loved her, always tried to protect her in his rigid, overbearing way. She knew that. Yet love didn’t ex

When class finally ended, Esther went straight to the parking lot where Gaara had told her to wait. She kept her promise, standing obediently beside his Range Rover. Her eyes drifted across the noisy campus around her, scanning for any sign of him. But Gaara was nowhere to be seen, so she kept glancing toward the same direction again and again.While waiting, she checked the phone Gaara had returned to her.She blinked when she realized the device in her hand wasn’t hers at all. It was Gaara’s. Their phones had gotten swapped again.Twenty minutes passed. Esther checked her watch, sighing softly as she tried once more to spot Gaara in the distance. Dozens of little suspicions floated through her mind. She was tempted to call her own phone (the one Gaara had) but she hesitated, afraid she might bother him. It felt like her patience was being stretched thin.“He’s taking forever…” she muttered, her legs beginning to ache after nearly half an hour of standing in the same spot.“Hey.” A v

“Thanks,” Esther said to the middle-aged woman behind the vegetable stall before turning away to look for the next vendor. From the pocket of her sweater, she pulled out a small piece of paper, its surface filled with the shopping list she needed to complete.“This one’s done… and this one, I think I still have at home,” she murmured, eyes drifting down the long list she’d scribbled earlier. Once she was sure every item she needed was tucked safely into her bags, her next mission was fish. Conveniently, the fish market sat about five hundred meters from where she stood, so Esther walked at an easy pace toward the stall she’d already marked as her go-to spot.After wandering around with Gaara yesterday, she’d taken mental notes of various places. And the reason she was buying more than usual today was simple: tonight was the night she had promised the Maxwell brothers she would cook dinner for them. Earlier this morning she’d already prepared a few simple desserts she’d learned from th

No one truly knew what Felix carried in the shadows of his past. Many had tried to dig into it, hoping to tear him down, but most of them had already been silenced by the tragic ends that awaited anyone who attempted to reveal the roots of his story. People eventually gave up and closed their mouths out of fear and exhaustion.Felix had grown up in an orphanage with his younger brother, who had not even reached his first year when they arrived. He had no memory of the mother who left him there with nothing but a letter in her hand. Because of that, he never felt anything toward the woman whose name he did not know. He did not love her, nor did he hate her. She was simply a hollow place in his mind, a person who existed without leaving any trace in his heart.Yet living with his little brother changed him. Instead of longing for the mother he never knew, he poured every bit of affection he had into Vinson, who suddenly became his responsibility. His only wish was that the boy would gro