Lahat ng Kabanata ng He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Third Person POV.Susan’s eyelids fluttered open, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room causing her to wince as she slowly came to awareness. As the memories of the altercation with Emily flooded back, a surge of indignation coursed through her veins, her blood boiling at the audacity of the young girl who had dared to strike her with a flower vase.Grimacing at the sharp pain radiating from the back of her head where Emily’s blow had landed, Susan muttered a curse under her breath, her fury simmering just beneath the surface. Glancing around the empty room, she felt a pang of frustration at the absence of anyone else present, realizing that Henry had not stayed behind, nor had he informed anyone else that she was hospitalized.Forcing herself to sit up despite the throbbing ache in her head, Susan winced as she moved, each feeling of discomfort a reminder of the violent act that had landed her in the hospital. Casting a quick glance around the room in search of her phone,

Third Person POV.H hesitated for a moment as he began to unravel the weight of his dealings with Henry.“Henry and I go way back, almost six years now,” he started.Scarlet held her breath, her gaze fixed on H as he delved into the murky depths of Henry’s relationship with him.Ryan furrowed his brow. “So, now that we’ve established that Henry was a customer of yours, what I want to know now is how frequently he purchased drugs from you.”H let out a rueful chuckle. “It wasn’t that frequent, I can assure you of that. But Henry would often ask for special favors, and getting drugs was just one of many things he’d request from me,” he explained.Ryan’s eyes narrowed as he processed H’s revelation. “Was Henry using the drugs for himself? Do you think he’s into drugs?”H shook his head, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. “I can’t say for sure, but from my experience, I honestly don’t think so. From what I’ve seen, Henry didn’t seem like someone who indulged in the drugs he h

Scarlet’s POVI sat beside Antoinette in the hospital room, the faint hum of the medical equipment a constant backdrop to our hushed conversation.“Thank you so much for everything. I don’t know how to repay you for risking so much to help me. I am truly grateful for your help,” I said.I knew that, despite the amount of money I offered, Antoinette could have easily chosen the easy way out. Thankfully, she had fulfilled her end of the bargain, even though she unfortunately had to take a beating that ended with a broken jaw, courtesy of Anthony punching her directly in the face.Antoinette chuckled softly, a wry smile dancing on her lips as she waved off my thanks. “Don’t mention it, girl. I only did it for the cash, and besides that, you don’t owe me anything else.”As the conversation shifted, my brow furrowed with concern as I listened to Antoinette’s words about the police’s persistent questioning. A weary sigh escaped my lips before I spoke, my voice tinged with resignation.“I’m

Third Person POV.Ryan rushed to Scarlet’s side, immediately grabbing her from behind. As he pulled Scarlet away from Emily, he could feel Scarlet struggling against his grip, with her hands still tightly wrapped around Emily’s neck, until he finally managed to pull her away completely.Her eyes blazed with an intensity born of fury and pain, and her voice was loud and raw with anger as she struggled against his firm hold.“Let me go, Ryan! I need to make her pay for what she did. She took everything from me, and she deserves to pay with her life!”Ryan’s grip tightened around her.“I know you’re upset, babe, but I can’t let you do what you have in mind. She’s not worth it. We’ll handle this in a much different way, I promise, but not like this.”He shot a quick look towards the security guards stationed nearby, a silent command passing between them as they quickly moved to restrain Emily.With swift precision, the guards immobilized Emily, gripping her hands behind her back as she th

Third Person POVHenry’s arrival at the police station sent ripples of tension through the air, his displeasure etched on his features as he strode in with his lawyer in tow.The clack of their footsteps echoed through the corridors, and as they entered the precinct, a respectful officer approached Henry with a bow, his demeanor deferential as he welcomed the high-profile figure into their midst.“Good evening, Mr. Jones. It’s an honor to have you here, sir. What can I do for you?” the officer inquired.Henry’s expression twisted in disgust, his gaze cutting through the officer as he demanded to know the whereabouts of his wife.“Where is my wife?”The officer’s demeanor faltered slightly as he responded.“Mrs. Jones is currently in a holding cell, sir,” he responded, and hearing that his wife was in a cell made Henry’s ears itch with anger.The lawyer, sensing the escalating tension, interjected,“What charges are being brought against her?”The officer cleared his throat nervously b