All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Let go of me!” Megan screamed, her voice breaking into pieces as the men dragged her forward. Her heels scraped harshly against the concrete floor. Johnson stumbled beside her, his movements clumsy and desperate, both of them blindfolded like criminals being led to execution.The black cloth pressed tightly over their faces made it hard to breathe. Johnson tried to twist his head free, but one of the men gripped his arm harder.“Move,” the man barked coldly.They were shoved into one of the SUVs. The doors slammed shut. The engine roared to life.The drive across town felt endless to Johnson and Megan. With their vision blocked, every turn felt like a drop into uncertainty. The sound of the tires against the road was the only proof they were still alive. Fear clawed at their insides. They felt powerless. The kind of powerlessness they had forced on Charlotte countless times.When the car finally stopped, they were dragged out roughly.Their feet hit gravel this time. The air smell

The music in the club was loud enough to shake the walls. Lights flashed in red, blue and purple streaks across the crowded dance floor. The air smelled of perfume, alcohol and sweat. In the middle of it all, Caleb and Charlotte stood dangerously close.Caleb’s hand rested gently on her waist. Charlotte’s fingers were curled into the collar of his shirt. Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked, breathing slowly blending together. “Are you sure?” Caleb asked softly, his voice barely audible beneath the music.Charlotte didn’t hesitate.“I’m sure.”And then their lips met.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t confused. It was deliberate. Slow. Intentional. Like a decision that had already been made long before that night.Caleb pulled her closer. Charlotte responded without fear, without guilt.Suddenly, the club doors burst open with force.Heads turned as Nathan walked in.His presence alone shifted the air in the room. He didn’t look around. He didn’t scan the crowd. His eyes were alrea

"Of course it's me." Celine snapped instantly without even thinking, grabbing Nathan's hand. Her parents' eyes went wide in shock as they stared at their own daughter speechless. "They're old anyway. I'm still young."The words did not just echo in the room; they tore through it.Johnson felt as though something invisible had struck him across the face. His mouth parted slightly, but no sound came out at first. His eyes searched his daughter's face, hoping, desperately hoping, that he had misheard her. That somehow the acoustics of this cold concrete room had distorted her voice. That his precious daughter, the miracle child he had spent years praying for, hadn't just condemned him and his wife to whatever fate Nathan had planned."Celine!" he finally called, his voice cracking in disbelief. The shock on his face was raw and naked, the kind that strips a man of dignity. "What… what did you just say?"Megan's lips trembled. "Celine…" she began, but the rest of her sentence dissolved

Celine’s wrists were seized tightly by two men as they dragged her across the marble tiles toward the pool.The night air was cold against her soaked clothes, but the fear burning through her veins was hotter than anything else. Her feet barely touched the ground as they hauled her forward.“No… no… please!” she screamed, digging her heels into the floor, but it was useless. Their grip tightened painfully around her arms.They reached the edge of the swimming pool.The water reflected the lights around the compound, calm and still, almost beautiful.It didn't remain that way.Without warning, they forced her down. Her head plunged into the water.Cold.Sharp.Suffocating.Celine’s eyes flew open beneath the surface as panic exploded inside her chest. She thrashed wildly, her legs kicking against the water, her hands clawing uselessly at the men holding her down.Bubbles rushed from her mouth.Her lungs burned.Thirty seconds felt like eternity.She struggled harder, her body jerking v

Nathan stood alone in the dimly lit living room, his jaw tight, his breathing uneven. The call had ended.His fingers tightened around the phone in his hand as though he could squeeze an explanation out of it. The screen remained dark, indifferent, offering nothing."Be my girlfriend."The words he had said replayed in his head.And then silence.Then disconnection.He stared at the screen, waiting as though it might suddenly light up again and prove he had imagined it. That there had been a technical glitch. A dropped signal. Any reasonable explanation other than the one forming in his mind.It didn't.Instead, the image of Caleb's face surfaced in his mind. Calm. Confident. Standing close to Charlotte. Always standing too close to Charlotte."Caleb," Nathan muttered under his breath, the name tasting bitter on his tongue like something rotten.His chest rose and fell heavily. He began pacing, slow at first, then faster.He imagined Charlotte smiling at him.Blushing.Accepting.Th