Semua Bab Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Bab 151 - Bab 160

"Don't try to make it look any less sick than it is!" I snapped, pulling my hand away. "You saw her when you saw me. That is the only reason you were attracted to me in the first place. You think saying 'I see Yuna now' makes the years of stalking and manipulation go away?""It doesn't," he whispered, sweating profusely now, his composure entirely gone. "But I love you. My love grew into something I couldn't control. When I realized I was falling for you, I tried really hard to stop. I tried to stay away. That’s why I was cold. That’s why I pushed you toward Brendan. We were in so much deep shit that I didn't know what else to do. But I can't stop it. You’re not Evelyn. You’re Yuna, the girl I shamelessly, horribly fell in love with. And I want you more now... now that I know you aren't really her daughter. It doesn't change the legalities, but it changes the soul of it. I want to make things right. You’re the one I want, Aubrey. It’s bad, I know it has ruined everything I’ve worked f

"Something?" Ms. Illya began to press for details, but the handle turned.The door swung open and Jake walked in, half-clad and radiating a relaxed warmth. I trembled slightly, a cold jolt of adrenaline hitting my system, but I masked it almost immediately. I let my eyes trail over him, playing the part of the distracted lover."I’ll call you back, Seraphina," I said, my voice steady as I hung up the phone."Who was that?" he asked, advancing toward me with a lazy, trusting smile. At this point, his guard was so low it was almost frightening; he was ready to believe anything I told him."You know Seraphina, my friend," I lied easily. "She was just calling to check on me.""Check on you?" He reached me, lowering his head to press his lips against my shoulder. His tongue lingered there a tad too long, a slow, possessive caress that made my skin crawl and burn at the same time."Yeah," I breathed, tilting my head to give him better access. "Who else would be calling me this late?""Your

 "Why are you holding her?" I demanded, my voice dripping with venom. "Did you suddenly realize how much you love her?" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh that bounced off the walls."Of course you don't. You’ve always loved Evelyn.""Enough!" Jake snapped. The raw power in his voice made my heartbeat stutter, slowing down against my will. "Enough, Aubrey. Leave the room. Now.""I’d rather die than leave this room," I shot back, my chin tilting upward in defiance. "She’s the one who’s supposed to leave, not me.""Jake, did you hear that?" Mom screeched, her face contorting into a mask of disbelief."She’s leaving this house! She’s going to leave my house!"I laughed hysterically, the sound bordering on manic. "I won’t leave. Okay? Don’t even delude yourself into thinking I’m going anywhere for you! Taking away my life wasn't enough? Shredding it wasn't enough? Now you want to s

"I'm at the corner of 5th and Main, by the convenience store," I whispered, shivering as a fresh gust of wind whipped the rain against my face."Hold on. I will come pick you up myself," Ms. Illya said, her voice like steel cutting through the static. Before I could even say thank you, the line went dead.I tucked the phone back into my pocket.  Drake reached for me again, his hand hovering near my shoulder,"Where are you going, Aubrey? Who was that?""Where I’m supposed to be," I said, turning to face him one last time. My voice was eerily calm now, the adrenaline fading into a cold, hard resolve. "I'm ending this entire madness, Drake.""End it how? You're soaked, you have nowhere to go—""I have exactly what I need," I snapped, pulling my arm away from his grasp with a sharp jerk. I looked him in the eye,"We don't need all this, Drake. We don't need the lies or the fake family dinners. We need the truth. And I ne

"It’s done," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, raspy from the screaming match in the bedroom and the cold rain that had soaked into my bones.Ms. Illya stood paralyzed, her hand still clutching the edge of the mahogany desk. She looked at the screen, then at the scattered files on the floor, the paper trail of my mother’s long-standing deceits, the offshore accounts, the private investigators she’d hired to track Jake’s every move before I was even in the picture. The "Saint Cynthia" narrative was about to hit a brick wall, but for now, the world was only seeing the first act of the play."You’ve triggered a landslide, Aubrey," Ms. Illya said, her voice barely audible. "Hollywood, the stockholders, the press… they won't just report this. They will devour it."I didn't answer. I couldn't. Exhaustion finally began to override the adrenaline. My eyes drifted to the monitor one last time before I stood up, my legs trembling. "I need to sleep. Whatever happens tomorrow… it can’t