All Chapters of Untamed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE : THE RECKONING

I sat on Nelly's kitchen counter, the only sound in the room the furious chop of her knife against the cutting board. Neither of us spoke. Each of us was lost in our own world, but I could feel her anger radiating from across the kitchen. She sliced the onions with exaggerated force, as if they had personally wronged her. "How could you be so dumb?" The words exploded from her suddenly. She dumped the sliced onions into the saucepan and slammed the lid on with a clang that made me jump. "Huh?" I looked up, startled by the outburst. "You should have at least worn a condom." Her tone was sharp, judgmental. I blinked at her, taken aback. "I didn't plan on sleeping with him. Where would I have gotten a condom?" "What about a morning-after pill? You could have at least taken that." Her chest heaved with barely contained anger. "Nelly, I've never used that with my husband. It didn't occur to me." My heart hurt at the way she was speaking to me, as if I were a stranger she could no lo

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: THE DECISION

I sat on my bed, the small packet of abortion pills trembling in my hand. Was this the right path? Was I being selfish, ignoring the life growing inside me? My mind churned with confusion, each thought pulling me in a different direction. The nausea hit again, sudden and violent. I barely made it to the bathroom, heaving over the toilet until there was nothing left. I stumbled to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. My reflection stared back at me—hollow-eyed, exhausted, a woman at war with herself. I held the pills over the sink, my fingers shaking. Just swallow them. End this before it begins. No one has to know. I brought them to my lips. Two of them slipped from my fingers, spiraling down the drain. I watched them disappear, then looked back at my reflection. You are no different from your father. You are a monster. The voice inside my head was quiet but clear. The realization hit me like a wave. If I went through with this, I would be no different from the man who ab

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: THE DIVORCE

"Sit down." Attorney Derick offered me a seat when I arrived at his office. He studied my face for a moment, then got straight to business. "So, how may I help you today?" "I want you to handle my divorce case." I held his gaze, my voice steady. His eyebrows rose. "Why?" "There is no love between my husband and me anymore." The words came out flat, final. "Are you sure it cannot be worked out?" Concern laced his voice. "I have thought things through. This is the only way out." My tone was robotic, rehearsed. He studied me for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Okay, fine." "How fast can you process this?" I leaned forward, urgency creeping into my voice. "It depends on how willing your husband is to sign the papers and part with some of his properties," he replied with certainty. "If everything goes as planned, can it be settled within three weeks?" I needed it done before my body began to show. "Yes. It could be even less. As I said, it all depends on your partner's

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR : THE DISTANCE

MICHEAL POV I had been discharged from the hospital for about a month now. Life had returned to some semblance of normalcy, though my body still carried the memory of the surgery. I was sprawled on the couch, half-watching a sports program, when Laila walked in. She had been my girlfriend for three years, and throughout my recovery, she had surprised me. Caring. Attentive. Dutiful. It was a far cry from the woman who had always prioritized her modeling career over us. I didn't know what had changed, but I was grateful for her presence during those long, painful weeks. "Hey, baby." She plopped down beside me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "How has your day been?" My eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She practically vibrated with excitement. "I got to be the cover girl for Ebony magazine." I finally looked at her, a smile tugging at my mouth. "That's my girl." I pulled her onto my lap, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me again. But when she pulled back,

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: THE EMPTY HOUSE

Micheal POV I had been back in Ghana for about a week. Laila had insisted on coming along, claiming she wanted our wedding to be held here. I couldn't muster the courage to tell her the truth—that I didn't want to marry her at all. So now I was engaged, with a wedding looming in a few months, trapped in a promise I had never intended to make. I returned to an empty house. My father was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Raquel. Laila had been clingy since we arrived, shadowing my every move, making it impossible to visit anyone or search for answers. Fortunately, my father had returned the previous night. Today, I intended to ask about Raquel's whereabouts. "Dad." I called out before entering his bedroom. He looked up from his laptop, a tired smile crossing his face. "Hello, son." "Where have you guys been?" I settled into one of the chairs across from him. "I went on a field trip," he replied shortly, his eyes dropping back to the screen. I shifted in my seat, glancing around the

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX: THE GLIMPSE

MICHEAL POV We arrived at the mall an hour later. Laila hadn't stopped talking the entire drive—flower arrangements, guest lists, color schemes. I had tuned her out somewhere around the second mile, my mind consumed with a single question: What happened to Raquel? My father clearly didn't want to discuss it. Which meant I would have to find out on my own. But how? Laila was glued to my side every waking moment. I couldn't make a phone call without her asking who I was talking to. Couldn't leave the house without her tagging along. The constant attention was suffocating. "Michael, we're here." Laila's voice broke through my thoughts. She was already out of the car, waiting impatiently. I climbed out, and her hand immediately found mine. I resisted the urge to pull away. She dragged me through the mall, making a beeline for the jewelry section. Her eyes went wide as she pointed out ring after ring, each one more extravagant than the last. I nodded along, offering the occasional "th

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN :THE CONFRONTATION

NELLY POV I was on the phone with Tony, laughing at something he had said, when a knock sounded at my door. I ignored it at first, but the knocking grew more fervent. "Bae, let me talk to you later," I told Tony before hanging up. I opened the door and froze. Michael stood on my front porch, looking as composed as ever, as if showing up at my door unannounced was the most natural thing in the world. "Hey, did you lose your way or something?" The words came out sharper than intended, but I was too shocked to care about politeness. He chuckled, unfazed. "Are you going to let me in, or are we going to keep standing here?" I stepped aside, my mind still reeling. "My bad. Come inside." He walked past me, his gaze sweeping across my living room. "You have a nice place." "Thank you." I gestured to the couch. "Have a seat." He settled into the armchair instead, making himself comfortable. I remained standing, my arms crossed. "So why are you here?" I got straight to the p

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT : THE REVELATION

MICHEAL POV"What the hell, Nelly? What was that for?" I gently pushed her away, breaking the kiss.She looked down, her demeanor suddenly shy. "I don't know. I felt like kissing you."I studied her, unconvinced. "Nelly, I know you were trying to hide something out there from me." She still wouldn't meet my eyes. "I know you're not someone who kisses a guy and starts acting shy. There's more to this."She fidgeted, guilt written all over her face."What are you hiding? Spill it." I took hold of her jaw, forcing her to look up."Michael, I have been waiting to taste your lips against mine. This was the perfect opportunity, okay?" A glint of determination flashed in her eyes.I shook my head. "Nelly, if that were true, you would have kissed me in front of others. That's how crazy you are." I caught the smile tugging at her lips."Michael, believe me. That's the truth." Her voice was almost convincing."Fine. Then I'm telling Tony." I pulled out my phone."Michael, wait!" Panic replaced

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE : THE FAREWELL

RAQUEL POV I had completely forgotten about Eugene's presence in the house when Michael showed up. That was the problem—I couldn't think straight whenever Michael was near. My mind scattered. My resolve crumbled. Every time. When Eugene appeared beside me, confusion written all over his face, an idea sparked. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I took purposeful steps toward him, rose on my toes, and pressed my lips to his. Then I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. "Play along," I whispered against his ear I turned to face Michael, still wrapped in Eugene's embrace. The sight of Michael's clenched fists, his tight jaw, told me everything I needed to know. He was furious. "Honey, meet Michael. My ex-husband's son." I gestured with a sweet smile. "Michael, meet Eugene. My fiancé." Eugene stiffened. I squeezed his hand gently, silently pleading. "Nice to meet you, sir." Eugene extended his hand. Michael didn't take it. "Is everything alright he

CHAPTER SIXTY: THE ACCUSATION

LEILA POV I had been calling Michael's phone since I woke up. Every single call went straight to voicemail. Where the hell was he? Panic was starting to set in. I didn't know where he was, and I had no one to call. No one who would know. No one who would tell me the truth. I pulled on a simple straight dress and headed downstairs, planning to wait for him while I ate lunch. Maybe food would settle my nerves. Maybe he would walk through the door any minute with a reasonable explanation. "Good afternoon, dear." I turned. Dr. Yeboah was heading toward me, a warm smile on his face. His presence was comforting, even if my anxiety refused to fade. "Good afternoon, sir." I managed a smile, though it felt thin, stretched. "How was your night?" He pulled back one of the dining chairs and sat down. "It was okay, sir." I picked at my food, pushing it around my plate more than eating it. He studied me for a moment. "You look worried. What's the problem?" "Let me help you with that, sir

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