All Chapters of MY EX WANTS ME BACK? NOT A CHANCE!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Daniel's POV “If you think I'm not different, then you're not either.” I spat at her cruel eyes, staring at me like some prey she wanted to tear apart. A smirk spread out on her face, the face I used to know and…love. She didn't look remorseful neither did she look hurt by my words. Heck, she even looked proud of it. I expected her to say something to counter my words but she didn't. Instead, she moved further away from the darkness and stepped into the light where I could see her. Since the house was abandoned, there was barely any light and the only way I could see her face was through a crack that reflected light on her face. That alone made her look dangerous. I reached for my gun, just to reassure myself that I was safe and I had things under control. “You're such a weakling.” She finally cracked. The laughter from her lips was hollow and empty. Not light the bright bubble I used to love hearing. I couldn't believe a person could turn so bad that their laughter starte

Daniel's POV The air in the abandoned house wafted into my nose, stale and damp. I could perceive the damp concrete and crumbling bricks of the house. It wasn't until then that I really took in my space. The old house. It looks dirty and really abandoned. Cobwebs strung from one side of the room to the other. Mold was starting to grow on the bricks and the paint was falling off. I would never have imagined Eunice using a space so dirty for her stake out. The Eunice I used to know would rather make another plan to lure a target rather than use a building this old and useless. My lips curled at the realization of that. She must've gotten too desperate that she was willing to take anything. Her desperation was making her do so many terrible things that I would never have thought she would do. But here we were, circling around each other in an old house. Since she'd started moving in circles, I figured it'd be better for me to make a better move. I stepped forward with it thinking

Daniel's povThe moment I saw her, everything else faded into the background, and I didn’t need confirmation or a second look to know that this had been leading here all along. Eunice stood exactly where I expected her to be, calm in a way that would have unsettled anyone who didn’t understand her, and I felt the tension settle deep in my chest.I didn’t rush toward her, and I didn’t speak immediately, because this wasn’t something that needed noise. Acting too quickly around her only gave her space to shift the situation in her favor.So I stopped a few steps away calmly, focused, and fully aware of what was about to happen.She looked at me like she had been waiting, and I could tell from the way her expression held that she wasn’t surprised to see me there. That alone confirmed what I already suspected. This wasn’t a chance, and it wasn’t a coincidence. It was a deliberate action.Everything about this had been planned, and she had expected me to follow through exactly the way I di

Eunice's Pov I had already gone through every angle before anyone realized it, and I knew exactly where they stood, how they positioned themselves, and how long it would take them to react if I forced the situation out of their control. Daniel believed he had me, and his men moved like they believed it too, and I could see the discipline in it, the assumption that they had already closed every possible exit.They hadn’t. They never did. It looked stronger from the outside, and people liked to believe that once a space was surrounded, once numbers were in their favor, everything else would fall into place. But that only worked when the person in the center followed expectations, and I never did.I stood still, not because I had nowhere to go, but because I was waiting, and there was a difference between being trapped and choosing not to move. My gaze moved across the room slowly just to let them see what they wanted to see.Daniel stood directly in front of me, his presence calm, his

Jocelyn's PovThe first thing I felt was the coldness from the knife Eunice placed on my neck.The metal of the gun rested against the side of my head, calmly and unshaking, and it sank fully the moment it touched me.It should have made me panic.It should have made everything in meblur, and it should have pulled me into fear so deep I wouldn’t be able to think clearly. That would have been the normal reaction, the expected one, the kind most people wouldn’t question. Because it is expected, any slight mistake could make the knife slit the throat.My body reacted, yes, and I felt the tension in my muscles, the way my breath shifted slightly, the way my heart started pounding harder in my chest. I was aware of all of it, and I didn’t try to suppress it. But the panic never came.Instead, something else settled in its place.I kept my eyes open, and I didn’t look at the gun, and I didn’t look at the men surrounding us. I didn’t even look at Eunice behind me, though I could feel her pre