Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

~~~Helene~~~My life turned into a complete fucking shitshow.I can't believe I’m standing in this small, dark alley behind some abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The kind of place where rats probably throw parties and no one respectable would ever be caught dead. I’m dressed in all black — hoodie pulled low over my face, mask covering my nose and mouth, sunglasses even though it’s fucking night. I can’t afford for anyone to see me. If they do, they’ll throw stones, spit, laugh, and give me another round of public humiliation. I’ve already been dragged through the mud enough.I used to be Helene Lennox. The model. The it-girl. People fell to their knees for me. Now? I’m just a disgraced slut whose naked photos are everywhere. My career is dead. My reputation is buried. Even my own father threw me and my mom out like trash.But I’m not done yet.I’m not losing to Freya. If I fall, that bitch is coming down with me. We’re both going to suffer. Together.I checked my phon

~~~Freya~~~Life has been good lately, not gonna lie.Especially since Ryder came into my life. And now I’ve finally admitted it to myself — I love him. Like, actually love him. I don’t know if the feeling is mutual. I don’t know what he really thinks about me deep down, but a bigger part of me hopes he might love me too. I don’t wanna assume shit though. I’ll find out about his feelings one day and tell him how I feel when the time is right.Then maybe… probably…A small sheepish smile curved my lips.Maybe one day me and Ryder might get married and have two little cute kids running around. My face flushed deep red as I blushed hard just thinking about it.Ouch!Hot coffee spilled all over my hand, scalding the shit out of it. The pain snapped me back to reality. The back of my hand turned bright red instantly.Zoey, sitting across from me, burst into loud laughter.I creased my brows at her. “Aren’t you supposed to say sorry or something?”She kept laughing, wiping tears from her ey

~~~Freya~~~My life is actually easier. Peaceful, even.After that messy afternoon at the café, Dylan just vanished. No calls. No texts. No pathetic attempts to show up at my door. Not that I wanted him hovering around like a lost dog, but it was weird how completely he disappeared. Either way, I cut every single tie with him. Good riddance.Ryder, on the other hand, has been spoiling me like crazy lately. Especially with jewelry. Fucking Christ, the pieces he gets me are stupid expensive — gold, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds… I can’t even name half of them. I love them, but keeping that kind of stuff at home makes me uneasy. Yeah, I know I’m safe with the army of hefty bodyguards Ryder assigned me since he traveled out of the country two nights ago for business purposes. A fly couldn’t sneeze on me without them knowing. Still, I want them properly secured for the future.That’s why Zoey and I are at the bank right now, heading toward the private attendant.“Hey babe,” Zoey nu

~~~Lincoln~~~I waited for the right moment. One robber was yelling at a crying woman. I hit the vase first to create a noise to a different direction, then I raised my wrist, angling the watch so the light from the overhead lamps hit it perfectly, creating a blinding flash right in his eyes.“Hey, asshole! Over here!” I shouted.The robber spun toward me, gun raised. “What the fuck—”That’s when calm girl moved.She crawled fast to the old fire suppression panel on the wall and slammed her hand on the emergency trigger.The alarms blared instantly — loud, piercing sirens. Sprinklers exploded to life, raining water down on everyone. The robbers panicked, shouting and slipping on the wet floor.“Go!” I yelled.Loud-mouthed darted low, cutting ropes with a shard of broken glass she’d grabbed, freeing hostages as fast as she could. Calm girl sprinted toward the back emergency door, trying to unlock it.Chaos everywhere. People screaming, slipping, running. One robber fired a wild shot in

~~~Lincoln~~~I opened my eyes slowly, the bright hospital lights stabbing straight into my brain. My chest felt like it had been smashed with a sledgehammer. Bandages were wrapped tight around my torso, pulling with every breath. An IV dripped into my arm. My whole body ached like I’d been hit by a truck.I must’ve been out for hours.I tried to sit up, groaning as pain ripped through me.A nurse rushed over immediately, gently pushing me back down. “Easy, Mr. Lincoln. You need to stay calm. You’ve been through major trauma.”I winced, breathing shallow. “How long was I out?”“About six hours,” she said softly.I nodded, trying to piece the memories together. The bank. The armed robbers. The chaos and sprinklers. That calm girl who grabbed my arm earlier. I took a bullet for her. I still didn’t fully understand why. Maybe because she looked brave as hell even when scared. Or maybe because she was pretty. Either way, it was done.Just then, loud voices exploded outside the room.A wom