All Chapters of FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW He scrambled back, tripping over a gurney as we sprinted for the service stairs. However, before we could get to it, a police officer, accompanied by four others, stopped us. “Wait there.” Their leader, a man with a buzz cut, commanded, his hand on his gun and handcuffs. “Yes! It’s him, officer. He killed someone!” the pathetic nurse hissed, rushing forward with a limp. “Arrest him now.” Everoleigh stepped forward, licking her lips nervously with a chuckle. “Officers, he….he’s a kid. And he only did it in self-defense. The woman in there is quite crazy; she kidnapped my daughter and tried to drain her of her blood. Do you remember the murders of children over a decade ago? She was the one who did all those things. Please, you have to understand; Mr. Mercer is innocent.” The officer stared at her for a second before looking back at me. “Is that true?” he asked, his hand not moving from the gun in his holster, as did his colleagues. “Did you kill someone?” “Don’

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.The adrenaline mixed with the fierce determination to see Aurora well and breathing properly again was the only thing keeping my legs from stumbling under Aurora’s weight. Dad helped me set her properly so I could sit by her side while Everleigh sat in the passenger seat, so Dad could drive.I stroked her dark hair, my hand firmly wrapped around hers. I felt her weak, but alive grip on my hand, and the way she squeezed my hand, as if to let me know she’s here…that she had not given up yet. Dad drove like a bat out of hell, speeding and swerving through cars. He didn’t stop, skipping past traffic lights so we could get to the family hospital; the one the horsemen family collectively owned for only members of their families.“Finally.” I breathed, rushing out of the car. The medical team was already on standby to collect Aurora from us. They helped lay her on a gurney. In the process of wheeling her away, I didn’t once let go of her hand, my fear of her getting hurt

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.The sound of the monitor’s beeping felt like the most beautiful symphony of music I'd heard my entire life. It was the only thing reassuring me of her being alive. I stared at Aurora, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She no longer looked like the ghostly pale woman I’d carried two days ago, her cheeks now had some color, the medically induced sleep the doctors put her under so the medication could do its work.I stared into the mirror, doing the only other thing I've done for the past two days besides watch over her: wash my face, brush my teeth, and wash my face again before putting on the clean clothes Dad brings over for me every day.He had to return to the outside world, not for work this time around but to ensure that nothing came back to me. ‘I failed to protect you once before, Kai. That will never happen again.’ I remember his words and the pat on my back before he went off, his phone pressed to his ears while he barked orders to whoever was

AWAKE.KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.The pasta was tasteless, like chewing on rubber, but the warmth of it hitting my stomach past my mouth started to clear the fog in my brain. Silas was right, as much as I hated to admit it; a starving man is a desperate one who makes mistakes, and I needed to be precise. If Armando was still biting, we would need everyone at full strength, no matter what.As I finished the last few bites of food, the heavy silence of the room was punctured by a sound that made my heart stop. I turned the second I heard it; the faint, muffled, almost non-existent sound of her groan. “Aurora,” I called, my steps slow as I approached the bed, heart pounding with anticipation and hope.The doctors claimed she wouldn’t wake up early, or at all. Marloise’s medicine had done almost ninety percent of its work. ‘If you hadn't administered the antidote when you did, she would never have made it into the next five minutes after that.’ I remember the horror at the doctor’s words when h

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.I paused, the knife halfway through a slice of mango. I didn’t like the look in her eyes; it was that same brilliant, terrifying spark of intelligence that usually preceded her doing something incredibly brave and incredibly dangerous."Aurora," I said, my voice dropping into a warning tone, my gaze as stern as possible to combat the pout on her plump lips. "No,” I scolded her like one would a mischievous child. “No more plans. No more being the hero. You just woke up from a neurotoxin-induced coma after getting kidnapped by a crazy psychopath who wanted your blood. Literally. Your only job is to eat this fruit and breathe, and ultimately recover so we can get through finals."She ignored my protest, probably realizing for the first time in my life, the pout wouldn’t work on me. So she turned from me and looked past me toward Silas. My father had straightened up on the couch, his interest piqued. Silas would never let up on a chance to ruin Armando once and for al