All Chapters of He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Aurora.The car was warm.That was the first thing I noticed. Warm, safe, and quiet. The realization alone nearly brought fresh tears.I sat curled against the door, arms wrapped tightly around myself as streetlights slid across the windows. My tears had slowed but not stopped. Every few minutes another slipped free, tracing silently down my cheek.Neither twin said a word.For once, they didn’t push. They didn’t demand answers. Alec drove with steady focus. Maxwell sat beside me in the back, close enough that I could feel his solid presence, yet far enough that I didn’t feel trapped. The silence should have felt awkward. Instead, it wrapped around me like a shield.My throat tightened.I still couldn’t believe any of it. Not the wolves. Not the brutal fight. Not even the rescue itself. What kept replaying was my stepfather’s face, the complete lack of hesitation when he had asked those men to take me. Like handing me over was the simplest decision he’d ever made.I squeezed my eyes

Aurora.For the first time in years, I woke up feeling rested.Not exhausted. Not braced for conflict. Just rested. For several long seconds I lay there staring at the ceiling, almost confused by the unfamiliar sensation. No shouting echoed from downstairs. No slammed doors rattled the walls. No television blared through the floorboards. No heavy dread sat in my stomach waiting for the day to begin.The apartment was quiet. Safe. The realization settled over me slowly, warm and tentative. I was safe. A small breath escaped me, then another. My body felt lighter than it had in ages.Then a very practical problem occurred to me. I desperately needed a shower. Yesterday's events still clung to my skin: the fear, the tears, the dirt from being dragged across the driveway. But I had nothing clean to wear afterward. Nothing at all.I pushed myself upright and glanced around the luxurious guest room. Still no clothes. Still no plan. As if the universe had been listening, a soft knock sounde

Aurora.The drive home was silent. Not the comfortable kind. The heavy, awful kind that pressed in from all sides and refused to be ignored.I stared out the window with my arms folded tightly across my chest. Nobody spoke. Not because the twins did not want to, but because I had asked them not to. And they respected it. Alec kept his eyes on the road. Maxwell occasionally glanced at me in the rearview mirror, concern clear on his face. Every time our eyes met, I looked away.I did not want their concern. I did not want questions. Most of all, I did not want to explain why seeing those girls with them had ruined my entire afternoon. The answer was too embarrassing. Too humiliating. And entirely my own fault.The rest of the drive passed without a word. When we finally pulled into the underground garage, relief washed over me. Now I could disappear into the guest room and pretend none of this had happened.The moment the elevator doors opened, I headed straight for the hallway."Auro

Aurora.The first thing I did when I woke up later that morning was touch my lips. Even hours after that ridiculous dream, they still tingled whenever the memory surfaced.I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. How was I supposed to look either of them in the eye now? It had not even happened yet, and here I was, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. Maybe I could stay in this room forever.Unfortunately, hiding under the blankets was not a long-term solution. After a few more minutes of pointless procrastination, I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, tried to tame my hair, and worked up enough courage to leave the room.The apartment was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, Maxwell was sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up the moment he heard me.“Morning.”“Morning,” I replied, hoping I sounded normal.I clearly did not.His eyebrows pulled together. “You okay?”“Yep.”“You sound nervous.”“I do not.”“Yo

Aurora.The cabin was even prettier on the inside. The moment I stepped through the front door, I forgot how to breathe for a second.A huge stone fireplace stretched all the way to the ceiling. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, spilling across the polished wooden floors. A big cream-colored couch faced the lake, and beyond the glass doors, the deck overlooked water so still it looked like a painting."It doesn't even feel real," I whispered."It felt that way for us the first time too," Maxwell said softly.Alec set our bags down by the staircase. "Come on.""Where?""The grand tour."For the next twenty minutes they showed me everything—the kitchen that was bigger than my entire apartment, the games room, the dock stretching out over the water, and the cozy reading nook tucked beside an upstairs window. Every few minutes I caught myself smiling, and eventually I stopped trying to hide it.Maxwell eventually carried our bags upstairs. "I'm going to unpack before she changes