All Chapters of After He Let Me Fall : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NYLA "Kael, turn the car around," I shouted, my hand shaking from panic. I could barely breath, the thought of Marisol anywhere near my father after what she did to me made me want to pass out. "What happened? What's wrong?" Kael asked, concern etched on his face. "I need you to take me to the hospital," I muttered, completely ignoring his question. "Nyla, what's wrong?" He asked again, his voice more pressing this time. I turned to look at him, my face drawn with worry. "The nurse at my father's hospital called, Marisol came to visit." "Fuck," he cursed as he increased his speed. With the way Kael was driving, we got there in no time. I couldn't think, I rush out of the car and ran into the hospital without any hesitation, I ran into my father's room and he was sleeping peacefully. I caved in, my knees gave out as relief washed over me. I couldn't explain how relieved I was. Kael soon catched up with me. "your father is fine." "Then why the hell did Mariso

NYLA"Thanks," I whispered as Kael shut the door of the car behind me. I couldn't wrap my head around how despicable Marisol had become. Killing me wasn't enough for her, she had to go after my father, to prove a stupid point.I knew Marisol was evil but I never thought she could use a top assassin against my father. Everything I thought I knew about her turned out to be a lie, she turned out to be the cruelest person I know so why did I still think she would be incapable of this? Why am I still wishing she wasn't the one behind this? Even when the evidence was staring at me in the face. "What do you want to do next Nyla?" Kaek asked, his expression tensed. "You have to be really careful, a deadly assassin is already involved." "I will be careful," I muttered. "Don't you have a company to run?" I asked, realizing he has been with me all day. "I have managers and directors under my payroll, I think they can handle themselves without me for a while," he smirked. "Now what do you wa

NYLA My eyes fluttered open, the morning sun piercing into them and making me shut them close. I turned to get other side of the bed and Kael was asleep beside me. Then I remembered, I had asked him to stay as it was too late and also it wasn't like he would leave if I told him to. Not after what happened with the strange man.I stared at him, his delicate features. His perfectly toned body. He fluttered his eyes as if he could sense I was staring at him. I laid back down quickly. "Good morning," he said, his voice raspy. "Morning," I replied getting down from the bed, trying hard not to remember the scene from yesterday. My head still hurt from the effect of the drug. I walked into the kitchen and made coffees for both of us, I handed him and cup and drank from mine. That felt good. "Thanks for yesterday," I managed to say. I was really thankful, I don't know if I would have survived whatever was coming for me if he hadn't saved me. "You don't need to, I promised to keep you

NYLAThe sound of the slap still echoed in the hallway. Everyone just stared, no one expected my reaction. I didn't even expect my reaction.Marisol still stood in front of me with her head slightly turned from the impact, a faint red mark already rising across her cheek. Around us the entire executive floor had gone silent.Then the police moved. “Alright, that’s enough.”Detective Harris stepped between us before the tension could escalate further. His hand lifted slightly toward me in a calming gesture while another officer positioned himself closer to Marisol.“Miss Leclair, step back,” he said firmly.My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, the heat of anger still burning through me. My hand stung faintly from the slap, but I could barely feel anything but pure rage.“She’s behind this,” I said, pointing at Marisol. “Every single thing happening here leads back to her.”“That’s enough,” the detective repeated, his tone sharper this time. “This isn’t the place to settle person

KAELBy the time I reached Catherine’s street, it was night time already. It was after midnight when most people had finally given in to sleep. My headlights cut across the empty road as I slowed the car in front of the large gates guarding her house. I stayed seated behind the wheel for a while, my hands resting on the steering wheel while my mind replayed the chaos of the day. Nyla standing in front of the police car insisting she had never signed those documents, Marisol’s calm voice dropping my name like a stone in still water, the look in Nyla’s eyes when she realized I had bought the shares. That look had followed me the entire drive here.I pushed the thought aside and stepped out of the car. The night air was cold. Catherine’s house looked the same as it always had, tall windows glowing softly, every detail arranged in the neat way she liked things. She had always been the one who preferred order, rules, structure. It was part of the reason she had chosen the life she lived no