All Chapters of Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Never Better

Chapter 191The O’Hara dining room smelled of over-steeped black tea, fried fish grease, and the unmistakable, suffocating scent of lower-middle-class panic. I sat rigidly at the center of the worn wooden table, my spine perfectly straight, my hands folded neatly over each other in my lap. It was a posture native to the very marrow of my bones, an automatic defense mechanism that my locked mind couldn't explain, but my body refused to abandon. Across from me, Maeve O’Hara stared, her eyes wide with a mixture of venom and intense scrutiny. "Look at her," Maeve scoffed, tossing her fork onto her plate with a sharp clatter that made her mother, Maureen, flinch. "Just look at the way she sits. Like she’s royalty hosting a gala in a high-society country club, rather than a penniless stray who washed up face-down in the mud yesterday." "Maeve, please," Declan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down beside me. "We discussed this on the walk back from the tennis courts. He

Ayana One, Maeve Zero

Chapter 192The O’Hara Grill was packed to the gills with the wealthiest summer tourists the coast had to offer, the clink of crystal and the low murmur of affluent chatter filling the dining room.Not an everyday thing, but every once in a while, they had an influx of people waiting to taste their infamous recipes.Today seemed to be the first since I started working here.Behind the heavy wooden service doors, however, the air smelled entirely of fried grease and pure, unfiltered venom. "Look at her," Maeve O’Hara scoffed loud enough for three tables near the kitchen pass to turn their heads. She leaned aggressively against the workstation, her lip piercing catching the harsh fluorescent light as she stared down at me. "Just look at the way she carries herself. Like she’s royalty hosting a gala, rather than a penniless stray who washed up face-down in the freezing mud with a bullet wound in her arm!" I didn't break character. I simply adjusted the stack of linen napkins in my h

The Plan For The Restructuring

Chapter 193The heavy wooden doors of the O’Hara Grill had barely swung shut behind the last whispering customer before the room erupted into a hornets' nest. "She has to go, Dad! Tonight!" Maeve shrieked, her face still a blotchy, tear-stained mask of absolute humiliation as she pointed a trembling, manicured finger at me. "She humiliated your sister in front of the entire county!" Sloane chimed in, slamming her ledger onto Table Four with a resounding crack. "But it’s worse than that. The cash register is short fifty dollars from the afternoon shift. She’s a thief, Mom! A nameless, thieving leech!""I didn't touch the register," I said, keeping my hands smoothly folded over my apron, my voice dropping into a calm, unbothered rhythm."Oh, shut up, Jane Doe!" Davino barked, stepping up shoulder-to-shoulder with Maeve. "You washed up here like trash, and now you're stealing from the hands that fed you!""She didn't steal a damn thing," Declan countered, stepping directly between his

Fanning the Flames

Chapter 194The dining room of the O’Hara Grill was a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. The scent of Maureen’s basic seafood broth hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the thick, toxic tension that held the entire room hostage. "I fucking knew it!" Maeve spat, her chair screeching violently against the floorboards as she surged to her feet, her face contorting with pure, unadulterated rage. "What else are you aside from a leech?! Now you want to suck on our restaurant?! Just so you know, that will only happen over my dead body!" Ayana stood with fluid, unbreakable grace, her gray eyes flashing with dangerous, aristocratic steel as she held her ground at the head of the table. "It isn't a charity, Maeve. It is a corporate optimization. Under your current structure, this family will be bankrupt before the season ends." "Don't you talk to her like that, Jane Doe!" Davino barked, stepping up shoulder-to-shoulder with Maeve, his fists clenched tight. "You ere fucking b

The Iron Ledger

Chapter 195The shattered remains of the ceramic soup bowl lay scattered across the floorboards like tiny, jagged monuments to the family’s ruin. In the center of the wreckage, Cillian sat propped up against the base of the counter, his breath hitching sharply as he pulled his knees toward his chest. The pristine white shirt he wore was already ruined, stained with grease from the floor and a dark, blooming patch of crimson where the heavy wooden bat had split the skin of his forearm. I watched him from my position on the floor, my mind calculating the trajectory of his pain with cold, detached precision. My own apron was torn, my cheek burning from Maeve’s wild fist, but my pulse remained flat, analytical, and entirely unbothered. "Don't move, Cillian," Maureen whispered, her voice dangerously thin as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands hovered over his trembling arm, terrified to touch the damage her own daughter had inflicted. "Oh God, my boy. My beautiful boy." "I

The Nightlife Strategy

Chapter 196 "I am not handing anyone the keys, Declan," Saba said, his voice straining under the sudden, suffocating weight of his son's stare. "I am saving the house." "By giving it away?" Declan stepped closer, the sharp edge in his voice cutting through the ambient hum of the dining room. "You're bypassing the bloodline. You're bypassing me." "Your bloodline was twelve hours away from foreclosure, Declan," I stated, my tone remaining flat, analytical, and entirely unbothered by the rising heat in his eyes. "Emotional equity does not satisfy an active lien. If you require an emotional transaction, I suggest you look elsewhere. This is structural survival." "Don't talk to him like that, Jane Doe!" Nyx snarled, slamming his palm onto the polished granite counter. "You're a tenant we pulled out of the mud! You don't get to lecture him about survival!" "Silence, Nyx," Maureen commanded, her low, freezing current locking the table down once more. She turned her eyes toward Declan, he

Now Or Never

Chapter 197The gray, shifting film of the dark void clung to me like a second skin, refusing to let go. I waited for the familiar pull back into my bedroom light, the crisp edges of my calculated world snapping back into place. But it didn’t come. Instead, everything fractured. The clean geometric lines of the optimization matrix dissolved into nothing, and I was dropped into something heavy, suffocating. The air smelled of wet timber and rusted iron, thick enough to taste on my tongue. My boots, no, not my boots in that moment sank into sawdust and old dirt that shifted under my weight with every step.I moved through the skeletal remains of an abandoned mill, my mind scrambling for logic, for data, for anything to anchor me. But the rhythmic, mechanical certainty that usually guided me was failing. It felt ancient here, bloody, absolute. No brushed steel floors, no sterile calculations. Just decay pressing in from all sides. My heart…why was it pounding like this? hammered agains

Time To Say….. Goodbye

Chapter 198The heavy, metallic tang of that endless dark void still clung to Ayana’s tongue like old blood as she stepped back into the warm chaos of the O’Hara house. One moment she had been drowning in fractured nightmares by that cursed water wheel, the echo of a name Leno ripping through her like a blade. The next, she was here, standing at the bottom of the creaky wooden stairs, heart hammering in a chest that felt too human, too fragile for everything churning inside her.Her hands trembled slightly at her sides. She curled them into fists, forcing herself to breathe through the storm. These people had dragged her from the mud, given her shelter when she was nothing but a broken shell. And now... now she had to leave. The thought carved a hollow ache in her gut, sharp and unrelenting.Maureen stood frozen by the kitchen counter, a dish towel dangling from her fingers like she’d forgotten how to move. Her kind, round face, usually so full of tired but genuine warmth shattered i

Ghost of the Prokofiev

Chapter 199: The heavy, suffocating silence of the insulated security room didn’t bring peace; it just provided a louder stage for the roaring in my skull. I didn’t get a single wink of sleep last night. Not one second. Every time I dared to close my heavy eyelids, that dark, fractured void by the water wheel would yawn open, threatening to drag me back under. "I am Evelyn..." The phantom whisper from the deepest, bloodiest corner of my mind had echoed on a loop, a terrifying melody that kept me bolted upright on the makeshift cot until dawn broke. My own mind had staged a violent coup, trying to force me to crawl back to the warm, safe chaos of the O’Hara house. It would have been so easy to run back to Maureen’s tears and Saba’s steady, protective gravity. But I had kept it together. I had anchored my fingers into the concrete walls of my new reality and refused to bend. I am Ayana now. I had to be. By 7:00 AM, the construction site had roared to life in earnest. The rhythmi

The Empress of the Dark

Chapter 200Ten Years LaterThe Moscow winter did not bargain; it commanded. Outside the frosted, triple-paned glass of the penthouse suite overlooking the Moskva River, the city was a sprawling matrix of glittering ice and predatory neon. But inside, the air was warm, smelling faintly of amber, imported Turkish rose water, and untouchable authority.Ayana stood before a floor-to-ceiling gilded mirror, her posture as unshakeable as the stone foundation of the empire she had spent a decade cementing. At thirty-five, she was no longer just a survivor; she was the undisputed Queen of Nightlife in Russia. Her name was whispered in boardroom meetings and VVIP lounges with a sharp, distinct reverence that still, in the quietest hours of the night, left a phantom trace of shock in her chest. She had succeeded so monumentally that the sheer scale of it sometimes felt like a beautifully tailored hallucination.Tonight, she was dressing up. Not for a hostile corporate acquisition, not to inti

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