All Chapters of Her last name, His claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Five years is a long time to be forgotten by the man who once swore you were his everything, I think everyone would agree with me on that.I was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing down the ruffles of my engagement dress, a shade a little too close to my skin tone, when my phone rang.Blocked number…My first thought was to ignore it. The second was to answer because my heart already knew who it was. I hesitated, then picked up. “Hello?”A voice I hadn’t heard in so long came through the line, deep,smooth and annoyingly familiar“Still changing your number every year, sweetheart? You were always so good at running and ignoring me.”I froze. Five years. Five long years, and yet his voice still had the power to knock the breath out of me.“Enzo”“Still remember my name. That’s nice,” he said, amused. “So should I send flowers to the engagement party, or would that be inappropriate…since you’re still my wife?”I smiled, “Ex wife”“Not yet”, came his response.I pulled at the neck

It had been a week since I’d seen Enzo, a whole blissful, glorious week. Not a single text, call or unwanted visit at the library.I started to think maybe he meant what he said at the library, maybe the apology was real. Maybe Enzo had finally decided to let me go. It didn’t matter, I was just glad.But I also couldn’t stop thinking. Maybe something happened. How was it possible that I hadn’t seen him around town, even though he told me he bought a house here? Maybe he really was gone for good.That was a nice thought.I stood by my bedroom window, brushing my hair, smiling to myself.Nathan had texted me half a dozen reminders about tonight, he wanted us to try out a new place that just opened. Nothing fancy, he said. Just dinner and some quality time.I told myself that was all I needed right now. Laughter, peace and someone who didn’t make my heart feel like it was always running a race. Not someone whose very presence made me act wild and reckless.By the time Nathan picked me up

I had tossed the card that came with the lilies and left the bouquet at the library, but somehow the words still echoed in my head and the memory attached to it kept replaying like a movie.I ran a hand through my hair as I walked round the kitchen, thinking of how to finally get Enzo off my back. I’d avoided calling Nathan all evening becuase I had no idea what to say. The look on his face earlier at the library still made me feel guilty.Eventually, I finally grabbed my phone, scrolled to Enzo’s number, and hesitated for a full five seconds before I hit the call.It rang and rang. I was about to hang up when he picked up.“Hello love.”“Stop messing with me, Enzo,” I snapped. “No more dropping by the library. No more flowers. This has to stop.”“I’m just trying to get what’s mine,” he said quietly.“What’s yours?” I asked. “You keep saying that, but I don’t have anything that belongs to you.”He stayed quiet, then in that deep voice if his..“You. You belong to me.”I closed my eyes

I waited three days.Not like I was counting or anything. I wasn’t. Absolutely not.It was just noticeable, that’s all. He’d said he wanted to drop something off for me and then vanished. At first, I convinced myself it was for the best. Less stress. Less chaos. Less Enzo.But by the third day, I found myself checking my phone like I was expecting a delivery and that annoyed me more than anything. So, to save myself from overthinking, which I definitely wasn’t doing, I just called.And the moment he picked up, I regretted it.“Hey,” I said, trying too hard to sound casual. Like calling Enzo was something I did every other Tuesday.His voice came through low and rough. Not his usual calm and steady tone.“Hey.”I frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”“I’m not feeling good”“Yeah,right.” I replied instantly. Because seriously? Enzo Wayne,sick? No. Please.“I’m serious.”I scoffed. “In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never been sick.”“Just because you’ve never seen me sick doesn’t mean

He stepped closer.“That’s what I thought.”I didn’t say a word.My heartbeat sounded loud in my ears. I didn’t know if it was fear, anger or the fact that Enzo was looking at me like he could see right through me.“Let me out,” I snapped. “Right now, I’m not joking, Enzo.”He folded his arms calmly. “You’re not leaving until I say otherwise.”That did it.I rushed to the door and grabbed the handle. Of course it was locked. Then I noticed the small screen beside it, fingerprint + password.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.I typed random numbers.Nothing.More numbers.Still, nothing.I kept going.Access denied.Then, it started beeping, low at first then loudly.BeepBeep.Beeeeep.The red light flashed as if a thief tried to break in.Behind me, Enzo didn’t move. “You’re wasting your time.”I ran to the window, pushed it open. “HELP!! A crazy psycho has kidnapped me…”“My house is the only one on the street,” he said, unbothered, walking into the kitchen. “Scream all you