All Chapters of THE NIGHT I RUINED MY FOREVER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Aurora’s POVI watched him from across the courtyard, broad shoulders closed in a crisp army suit, hands in pockets like he owned the cell. Fred. Loyal, handsome, and utterly predictable—but that predictability was exactly why I could bend him to my will.My heart beat faster than it should have; this wasn’t fear. This was control. I had learned early that I looked more like power, and Fred was my instrument.“Fred,” I called softly, drawing his attention. His gaze snapped to me, alert, wary—but still soft in the corners, still vulnerable where I needed it most.“Miss Aurora,” he said, voice low, respectful, always cautious around me. “You sounded urgent on the phone. Is everything…?” He let the sentence hang. Good. I wanted it hanging.I stepped closer, careful. Just enough space to feel his presence, the heat of his skin through the hot air. “I need your help. Something… personal,” I whispered, letting my tone tremble just enough to make him lean forward at a good pace.

Kylie’s POVI didn’t plan to tell Yamah anything that morning.It just… happened.We were in his waiting room, the glass walls letting in too much light. He was reviewing documents, calm as always, when he looked up and said my name the way people do when they already know something is wrong.“Kylie,” he said softly. “You’ve been distant.”I sat across from him, fingers interlocked to stop the shaking. “There’s something you need to know. About Aurora.”I finally said.I told him about the threats. The manipulation. The way her presence never really left my life even when she was physically gone. I didn’t tell him everything. I couldn’t bring myself to say Liam’s name out loud yet. But Yamah listened. He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t judge. His silence was heavier than any reaction.When I finished, he leaned back, eyes dark. “You should have told me earlier.”“I know,” I whispered. “I was trying to protect my peace”He shook his head. “You don’t protect peace by carrying danger alone.”I

Kylie’s POVI looked through the window and I saw himI knew he would come.Not because he warned me. Not because he asked. But because Liam never learned how to let go quietly. He always arrived like a storm that believed it still owned the sky.I was still standing by the window when I felt it—that familiar tightening in my chest. The city below looked calm. Too calm. I pressed a hand to my stomach without thinking, a habit I hadn’t yet learned how to hide from people yet.The knock came once.Firm. Confident. Like he lived here.I didn’t open the door immediately. I counted to ten. Then to twenty. I told myself I didn’t owe him anything. Not my time. Not my fear. Not my past.When I finally opened the door, he was there. Liam. Exactly the way memory preserves people you shouldn’t miss.“You look tired,” he said softly.“I’m busy,” I replied. “Say what you came to say.”His eyes flicked past me, scanning the building like he was mapping exits. Control habits never die.“I was worrie

Aurora’s POVI have been so restless trying to look for who will help me deal with this girl. Everything seemed so slow,I felt like I was running out of time.And then it clicked in my head. I went through my phone to be sure I still had her contact. Jackpot“Hello? you’re Kylie’s close friend if I'm not mistaken” I said when the line connected, my voice casual but firm.There was a pause. “Yes… I am” came the hesitant reply.“Ah,” I murmured, tilting my head. “I thought so. I suppose you’ve been… watching her rise, haven’t you?”I could hear the intake of breath on the other end. Vulnerability. It was perfect.“Yes… I guess.” Her voice wavered.I let the silence linger, like a curtain ready to fall. “She’s doing well,isn’t she? Everything she wanted, everything she worked for… all while you got left behind.” My tone was gentle, almost conspiratorial. I could practically hear her fidgeting, the tension in her shoulders through the line.“Yes…” she admitted softly.I leaned back, rest

Kylie’s POVI couldn’t breathe properly.The room was cold. Too cold. sweat clung to my skin like I was burning from the inside out. My chest rose and fell too fast. My heart thudded so loudly I was sure Yamah could hear it.I turned on my side, careful not to wake him, but the movement betrayed me. He shifted almost immediately.“Kylie,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. “You’re shaking.”“I’m fine,” I whispered too quickly.He sat up, the bedside lamp clicking on before I could protest. His eyes scanned me, fully awake. He reached for my wrist, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse.“You’re not fine,” he said. “You’re drenched in sweat.”I swallowed. The lie sat on my tongue, ready, practiced. But it wouldn’t come out.“How long has this been going on?” he asked quietly.I looked away.Yamah exhaled slowly, the way he did when he was holding back frustration. “You’ve been distant. You barely sleep. You flinch every time your phone lights up. I asked you once and let it g