Lahat ng Kabanata ng One night with Mr Blackwell: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

When I opened my eyes, everything felt wrong.The air was too still.The light was too dim.And the silence… the silence felt watched.A sharp ache throbbed behind my skull as I pushed myself upright. My hands trembled. My breath hitched.This wasn’t my room.It wasn’t anywhere I recognized.Then it hit meI was captured last night. Captured because I was running from Adrian.It’s always Adrian’s fault. From the moment I met him, my life has been one dramatic episode after another. I miss the days when “night chaos” meant scrolling through BTS edits while eating snacks. Now it feels like it’s been five years since I last fangirled in peace.Honestly, being with Victor was never this dramatic.I had peace.Excuse me?Did I really just think that?I shook my head so hard my brain almost fell out.Victor, the same man who almost ruined my life simply because I refused to warm his bed?I must be insane.Focus, Ava. Escape first. Breakdown later.And Adrian…When I see him again, I’m givi

Chapter 13Ava's PovRolling across the ground, dust filling my nose and mouth, I felt strangely… alive.I don't even know what to think, after I heard Adrian say we were going back to New York. My head kept screaming “Let's run away” like it’s lost some screws. The screams were so loud that I had to jump out.I saw the car pull to a halt and then start moving towards me at full speed. I stood up, not bothering to catch my breath and started running.It's not that I didn’t want to go back to my life, I just got scared. I wasn’t running from New York. I was running from the version of myself that would melt the second Adrian looked at me again. And since Adrian already told me that he had no idea who fired me… Hold on, I know that non-human trash Victor had a hand in this, but why did I forget to ask Adrian? Instead I went ahead to kiss him like a starved wolf. Anyways in my defense, I thought it was a dream. Who am I even kidding…“Ava, don't hurt yourself any further, just stop and

I stared at Adrian, still trying to figure him out. My brain refused to process anything.My room… but not my house.My bed… but not my street.My posters… but definitely not my peeling ceiling.It felt like stepping into a parallel universe sponsored by a billionaire with too much money and absolutely zero boundaries.I slowly turned back to Adrian.He looked annoyingly calm, like people reconstructed entire bedrooms from memory every day.“Mr Blackwell, we are not close enough for me to invite you into my room, right? So how do you know what my room looks like?”If I’m being honest, the whole situation was terrifying.He just stared at me. No explanation. No blink. Nothing.“So,” I tried again, “let me get this straight. You… recreated my entire room. In your house.”“Yes,” he answered like he was reading a weather update. “You got hurt on our way, so I made this one identical. I didn’t want you panicking when you woke up.”“You said I was fine back then.”“I lied.”“You LIED about

I walked into the Meeting room or should I call it the court room shaking like a leaf about to fall because of the harsh wind. Every eye turned toward me at once. They'd arranged the chairs so I sat at the far end of the table, facing eight people who had clearly already reached a verdict and were just waiting for me to catch up.I hadn't even opened my mouth yet and I was already guilty. Impressive, honestly. Some people take years to build that kind of reputation.Stay calm, Ava. Just get through this, I told myself, with the confidence of someone who did not believe a single word she was saying.Victor sat directly across from me, folder resting in front of him like a man who'd already written his victory speech. The directors beside him kept their faces carefully blank, the kind of blank that wasn't neutral so much as it was patient, waiting for me to trip over my own story."Miss Collins," the silver-haired director began, tapping his pen against the table, "walk us through exact

I stared at the headline until the letters stopped making sense as actual words and became nothing more than shapes swimming in front of my eyes.ADRIAN BLACKWELL HAS AN AFFAIR WITH A FEMALE EMPLOYEE AND DEFENDS HER AFTER SHE STOLE HER EX-BOYFRIEND'S PROJECT."No," I said to nobody in particular. "No, no, no. Absolutely not. Today was supposed to be the good day.""Let me see that," Sarah said, snatching my phone out of my hand before I could even protest.Her eyes scanned the screen, and I watched her expression change from confusion to pure fury in about two seconds."Oh, he did NOT!"I slumped into the nearest chair. Again.Was my life some form of entertainment to someone? Because if it wasn't, why couldn't I just live a life free of drama for once?My phone buzzed in Sarah's hand before she could even return it. Then it buzzed again. And again.Three times in a row, a small avalanche of notifications stacked up on the screen."Ava, your phone is having a seizure," Sarah said, han