Semua Bab Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Bab 161 - Bab 170

"I know you're reading my text and not replying! How could you play me like this! While I felt guilty about kidnapping you, you were busy having a wonderful time with your father!"The audacity of his guilt made me want to scream. I covered the screen with my palm to stop the banners from popping up, but then the phone vibrated with a sustained, heavy hum. He was calling. I stared at the caller ID, debating whether to let it ring into the void or face the music.I decided to take it. I was done running. If I was going to burn the world down, I had to be willing to stand in the heat."Aubrey, you're evil," he started the moment I pressed the phone to my ear. There was no greeting, just raw, jagged accusation.I gave a loud snort, the sound echoing in the quiet guest room. "How am I evil, Brendan, when I clearly warned you to stay away from me? I told you I was in love with someone else.""You didn't say who!" he roared, his voice cracking. "You let me believe... you let me believe it w

Cynthia’s face transformed. The "Grieving Saint" mask she had worn for the cameras didn't just slip; it shattered, revealing the cold, calculating merchant underneath. She scrambled on the floor, her manicured nails digging into the hardwood as she gathered the scattered papers."What are they doing here? What are you doing with my files?!" she shrieked, her voice hitting a pitch that would have terrified the old Aubrey.I broke out into a jagged, breathless laugh. "What? Why are you shouting, Mother? I thought you liked it when things were out in the open."She looked at me, her chest heaving, the "victim" narrative ripped away to reveal a desperate predator. "What do you think you're up to? Haven't you done enough damage by taking Jake away from me?"I leaned back against the headboard, my frown deep and mocking. "Is that the narrative you’re still running with? Aren't you tired of that yet? I mean, for someone like me who has all the evidence to drag you to the pit of hell, you’re

It was Jake. His voice was raw, urgent. I didn't hesitate. I slid into the passenger seat, and he floored it, the scent of burning rubber filling the cabin as he drove us away into the safety of the night. He didn't stop, weaving through side streets and backroads until the city lights were a distant glow in the rearview mirror.Finally, he pulled into a gravel turnout overlooking the valley and cut the engine. He sat there for a long moment, his hands still gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were bone-white. Then, he turned to me."You were right," he said, his voice a hollow echo of the man he used to be."What?" I asked, trying to steady my shaking hands."About your mother," he rasped, his eyes glassy with a mix of exhaustion and devastating clarity. "You were right. About all of it." "What changed, Jake? You weren't exactly believing in me."He sighed, a heavy, jagged sound that seemed to vibrate in the small space of the car. "How did I not see this coming? How di

 > PoliticalWatchdog: "The money laundering logs go deep. We’re talking senators, Lycan Council members, and offshore accounts. Cynthia Thorne didn't just have a secret; she had the whole city in her pocket. How much did they know?!"  >  > JusticeForAubrey: "Can we talk about what that girl went through? Groomed since birth to be a pawn in this woman's game. No wonder she acted out. She wasn't just 'sleeping with her stepfather,' she was trying to survive a house of horrors."  >  > Refined: "Jake Thomas might be a mess, but he just ended a decade of darkness by dropping these files. He’s taking himself down to make sure she never sees the sun again. "  >  Disydick: Why have she not been caught yet or is she actually on a run after the havoc she caused? > ShadowsToLight: "I was at the Orphanage she handles' gala five years ago. I saw the girls being led int

Years passed by so fast that I'm finally graduating from school with my friends Seraphina and Gina. "Help me cut my hair," I said as I settled into the salon chair. My long, dark tresses spilled over the back of the seat."All of it?" the stylist asked, her eyes widening."All of it. Short. I want to change my looks, to see a different side of myself," I replied."As you wish..." As the scissors made the first sharp snip, I closed my eyes. It had been four years since the day the world exploded. Four years since Cynthia was sentenced to life without parole, and Vance was dragged back into the shadows of a high-security cell. Four years since I watched the headlines shift from my scandal to my survival. Four years since I've tried to reach Jake but no reply. But I hear his scores, he had started a movement of helping every victim of Cynthia's. I occasionally see him on the news struggling to redeem himself, that I can't help but smile so