All Chapters of Wrong From the Start : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[ Flashback still ongoing….] ….And indeed… Tessa found him. At the far end of the playground, hidden beneath the wide canopy of the large tree. Many times, she would see him there but that faithful day, she approached him. His head was buried in his textbook but even from his side view, she could recognize that it was the boy. “ Hey.” She'd said. His head snapped to him, and she saw it, the way he quickly pulled his sleeve to cover his bruises. The one she already saw. [ For more and better remembrance on how their first meeting went, kindly refer back to ‘ Chapter 51: Missing pieces’ ] …… Since that day, Tessa kept coming back. At first, Grayson thought it was coincidence. The next afternoon, she appeared beneath the same tree with a juice box in one hand and two meat pies in the other. “ You're here again.” He muttered without looking up from his book. “ So are you.” She replied easily, sitting beside him like she always had a right to. His jaw ticked fa

[ FLASHBACK COMING TO AN END SOON ] “ I would inform my parents once they're back. They will help us, okay?” Tessa assured, but Grayson quickly shook his head. “ No. You can't tell anyone.” “ But Gray…” “ Promise me… It's dangerous Tessa, no one can know.” Even though she hated that he wasn't in support of letting anyone know, she assured him but deep down, she knew she would still tell her parents. They have to help him. Someone has to. And her parents would be returning on Children's Day. ‘ I will be patient till then.’ she told herself. Since then, their bond has grown stronger. Days turned into weeks. And somehow… without either of them noticing, the space beneath that old tree became theirs. Tessa kept talking too much. Grayson kept pretending she annoyed him. Yet every afternoon, he still found himself waiting for the sound of her footsteps. And every afternoon, she came. Slowly, their bond deepened in the quietest ways. Tessa became the first person Grays

Tessa didn’t know where she was running anymore. Her legs moved on their own—small, frantic steps that couldn’t match the chaos inside her head. The image of the iron still burned behind her eyes like it had been branded into her vision. Grayson’s scream still echoed in her ears, even though she had already left the house. She couldn’t breathe properly. The world felt… wrong. Tilted. Too loud. Then… A sharp bark cut through the air. Tessa froze mid-step. From the side of the narrow path, a large dog had broken loose from its chain. A Rottweiler, massive and muscular, foam gathering slightly at the corners of its mouth as it pulled forward, eyes locked on her with a confusion that quickly turned into aggression. Its leash dragged behind it like a dead weight. For a second, neither moved. Then the dog barked again, louder, and something inside Tessa snapped. She ran. But it followed. The sound of heavy paws hitting the ground grew faster, closer, more violent. Her breath br

“ Tess.” He called softly, sweetly and she could swear, her brain nearly got short-circuited.Even his annoying voice still sounds unfairly seductive.‘I'd better get out while I still can.’ she told herself with her face flushed.She grabbed the car door even though the rain still drummed softly against the roof of the car. “ What are you doing?”“ I'm hungry,” she gave an excuse, and heard a quiet laugh spill out of him.It was short. Low. Dangerously attractive. And she hated how bad the sound affected her. She could tell that if she didn't get out of this car in the next second, then she's doomed for sure. And so she turned away fast, pushing the door open, and cool air rushed inside She climbed out quickly, smoothing her dress as rain mist kissed her skin. A second later, Grayson stepped out too, towering beside the car as he shut the door.And there it was again…that awareness.

When he claimed her lips with hers again, it wasn't gentle. It wasn't tentative. It was all raw hunger, lips crushing, teeth scraping her bottom lip hard enough to sting, drawing a sharp gasp that he swallowed whole. His tongue swept in, thick and demanding, tasting of something sweet and dangerous at the same time, something darker, deeper, exploring the wet heat of her mouth with a hunger that bordered on feral. It spun her head, made her moan helplessly into him, the vibration buzzing through his lips, and he answered by tilting her head further, angling deeper, tongue sliding slick against hers in a rhythm that was already filthy, already claiming. One she couldn't take anymore of. Her head was spinning. Her legs were buckling. Every nerve in her was on fire that burns so hot she had to break the kiss. She shouldn't have broken the kiss. That was her first coherent thought. The second was that she couldn’t feel her legs properly anymore. Her fingers were still