Todos los capítulos de His Choice Wasn't Me: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

James brought it up on a Wednesday morning, when the house was quiet enough for difficult conversations to breathe.Melissa had already left for school. The dishes from breakfast were still in the sink. Tiana stood by the counter, scrolling through emails from the modeling firm, her brows drawn together in concentration.“We need to leave,” James said suddenly.She didn’t look up. “Leave where?”“Somewhere else. Temporarily.” He leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “This place is too exposed. Our routine is predictable. I don’t like it.”Tiana finally raised her head. “You’re serious?”“Yes.”Her laugh was sharp, disbelieving. “You want us to uproot our lives because of paranoia?”“It’s not paranoia,” James replied. “There was a warning. Someone followed Melissa. And now there are things you’re clearly not telling me.”Her grip tightened around her phone. “I told you we should get security. That’s enough.”“It’s not enough,” he said. “I want us out of here for a while. I can work

The car slowed as it approached the narrow stretch of road leading into Sarah’s estate, the headlights cutting through the thick evening haze.It was a familiar route, one Sarah had taken countless times, yet something about the stillness made the air feel heavier than usual.Due to the recent battles, including corporate related, her lawyer had advised strongly that she gets well trained bodyguards. Following that advice, and through a security firm she knew, she was recommended these two battalion – code name, Spider and Scorpion.Ahead of them, lying across the road at an awkward angle, was a large log of wood.Scorpion eased his foot off the accelerator immediately.The engine hummed softly as the vehicle came to a controlled stop, several meters away from the obstruction. His hands remained firm on the steering wheel, his posture rigid. Years of field experience had taught him that nothing out of place was ever accidental.Spider, seated in the passenger seat, leaned forward slig

James arrived at Transcorp just after midday, his mood already simmering beneath a tightly controlled exterior.The glass-fronted building towered above him, gleaming and calm, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside his chest. He barely acknowledged the receptionist as he walked through the lobby, his strides long and purposeful, his jaw set.He didn’t need to announce himself. At this point, confrontation had become inevitable.He spotted Sarah just as she stepped out of the building’s revolving doors, flanked by her security detail. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her posture relaxed, her attention momentarily on her phone as Ella murmured something beside her.“Sarah!” James called sharply.She paused.Before she could even turn fully, her two bodyguards stepped forward in perfect unison, blocking James’ path. Their presence was overwhelming, tall, broad-shouldered, eyes cold and assessing.James instinctively flinched, halting his steps. The air around them felt sudde

Victor – the assassin, employed by Tiana, watched from inside the parked van, his eyes fixed on the glass façade of Transcorp as evening shadows stretched across the city.The engine was off, the windows tinted dark enough to obscure his presence, the van positioned carefully among other vehicles so it blended into the background like it belonged there.To anyone passing by on foot or in traffic, it looked like nothing more than another contractor's vehicle waiting for clearance or perhaps a delivery delayed by bureaucracy.To Victor, it was a vantage point. A watchtower. A weapon.He lifted the binoculars again, adjusting the focus with practiced precision until Sarah's office floor came into clear view through the building's massive windows. The lights were still on, glowing softly against the darkening sky.That meant she was still inside, still working, still following the patterns he'd been cataloging for days. Predictable. Sarah Williams worked late more often than not, frequent

Night had a way of making everything feel closer than it truly was.Sarah sat in the back seat of her car, her phone pressed to her ear, her gaze drifting lazily past the darkened streets as they curved toward her apartment complex.The city lights thinned the farther they went, replaced by long stretches of shadow and trees that leaned inward, as though listening.“Mum, you’re not even listening to me,” Daniel’s voice came through the line, faint but warm, wrapped in the distance of another continent.Sarah smiled despite herself. “I am listening,” she said softly. “You’re telling me about your economics test.”“And how unfair the lecturer is,” Daniel added with a laugh. “He expects us to think like professionals already.”“You’re capable, son,” she replied. “You’ve always been.”Daniel paused. “You sound tired.”She shifted slightly in her seat. “It’s been a long day, my darling.”“Still working late?”“As usual.”He hesitated. “You know you don’t have to carry everything alone, rig