All Chapters of Rewrite My Fate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: What Game You Play

He lifts me properly and helps me stand on my own two feet, which threaten to wobble if he lets go. His hands retreat slowly, making sure I’m steady.“I’m good,” I assure him. “And I accept your condition. I’m not leaving until our contract is over and until I get my revenge.”He stares at me intently, as if searching for even a trace of doubt on my face, but I hold his gaze, unshaken.As if satisfied with what he sees, he smiles. “Good girl,” he says, patting my head like I’m a creature he’s finally tamed. The heat of it lingers on my skin long after he turns toward the kitchen. We eat in silence. I watch him feast on the salmon, his movements graceful, and I realize he isn’t just eating to prove he isn’t mad. He’s eating because I asked him to. It’s a terrifying realization of the kind of power I’m not sure I’m allowed to have.“Did you always have magic hands?”I blink, suddenly shy, wondering if he caught me staring. “What?”“You cook incredible dishes,” he says. “You’re just ama

Chapter 52: The Red Room

It isn't a utility closet. It’s a dungeon designed with the precision of a surgical suite. In the center sits a long, leather-bound bench, bolted to the floor with heavy steel brackets. At the end is a master bed.I stand frozen in the doorway, my eyes sweeping around, as a cold shiver runs down my spine. My eyes adjust to the red lighting. Ropes are coiled on the walls like sleeping snakes. Chains hang from the ceiling, their links glinting wickedly.And on the wall, arranged with the precision of a gallery, are tools I don't have names for—leather straps, delicate chains, and a set of cuffs.“I... I’ve never seen anything like this,” I whisper, my voice sounding thin and small against the soundproofed walls. “I’ve never done this, Zayn. None of it.”Zayn steps into the red haze, his presence expanding until he seems to own every inch of the air. He doesn't look shocked by my confession. He looks hungry.“I know,” he says, his voice low. “That’s the beauty of it. You don't have to kn

Chapter 53: Fuck Me in the Red Room

His fingers caress the blindfold over my eyes before the warmth of his hands disappears. The fabric isn't too tight or too loose, it feels just right. All I see is darkness. But the air is heavy with the scent of him.I feel like I'm suspended in a void. Without my sight, the room feels twice as large, and the scent of leather and dread thickens.“Zayn?”No answer.“Are you there?”The silence of the room presses against my bare skin. “Zayn!”“Don't move,” his voice drifts from my left, appearing like a ghost in the dark.I obey. I’m exposed and shivering—not from cold—but from the thought of having his eyes rake over me without my own sight telling me if he likes what he sees or not. Metal cuffs slide onto my wrist and the sound of its lock echoes. “You’re thinking of the past,” he whispers, his voice now directly behind me. I feel the heat of his body radiating against my back, though he isn't touching me yet. “I can hear your heart racing, bunny. It’s trying to tell a story I’m a

Chapter 54: You’ve Been a Bad Girl

The sudden silence of sensation makes my breath stutter. I let out a broken, frustrated cry, my hips bucking against the air. I feel like I'm falling from a great height.“You don't get to find release yet,” Zayn growls. I hear him stand, the leather of his gear creaking. “You haven't been punished enough for the way you ran. You haven't been punished for making me chase you.”A moment passes where nothing happens. And yet everything changes. Because now I’m aware of him in ways I can’t explain: the heat of his presence behind me, the control in his silence, the way my body responds before I understand why. He moves.My chest rises unevenly when the silence screams at me. The thrill that courses through my veins is more than I can contain, knowing he’s here but not knowing where exactly he’s at, or when he’ll do the nasty things he’s planning to still do to me—it’s killing me. I can stop him. But stopping isn’t what my body wants. And that realization scares me more than the darkness.

Chapter 55: Protection or Possession

I wake, yawn, and flex my shoulders. Oh, my heavens! Every muscle aches so terribly. It feels like I was hit by a truck. The bed is warm in a way that makes my body register him before my mind does. There’s weight beside me. My lashes flutter open slowly. Zayn is here. In my bed. My throat constricts immediately.Last night comes back in explicit fragments. His voice, his control, my surrender. My breath catches, my body feeling like a map that has been thoroughly redrawn. I shift against the high-thread-count sheets, feeling the raw sensitivity of my skin. “You’re awake,” he says quietly, opening his eyes.I shift slightly. “Did you stay here all night?”“Yes.”That one word does something strange to my chest. I sit up, pulling the sheet with me, suddenly aware of myself in a way I wasn’t before.“I didn’t—” I start, then stop.He watches me cautiously. “You didn’t what?” “I didn’t think you would actually stay.”There's a faint change in his expression. “You’re learning,” he says.

Chapter 56: The Return to New York

The last few days at the beach house are just me and Zayn, a feverish daze of salt air and red light. We barely leave the house. We hardly leave the red room. It’s as if Zayn is trying to weave himself into my very DNA, replacing every traumatic memory with the weight of his body and the cold, diamond-encrusted reality of the necklace I’ve chosen never to take off.He is an unbreakable storm. We are all over each other, a collision of teeth and skin, and for the first time in two lifetimes, I don't feel like I’m drowning. I feel like I'm learning how to breathe underwater.Zayn doesn’t talk much. Sometimes, neither do I. It’s not always sex. There are times when it’s quiet. His hand at my waist while I cook. His fingers brushing mine when he passes something. The way he looks at me like he’s already decided something about me I haven’t figured out yet.And most of the time, it’s not quiet at all. He consumes me. My thoughts tangle and my body aches in ways that are new to me. I want

Chapter 57: Standing Beside Him

I roll my eyes and hang up. What did Damon mean? Zayn didn’t pick the beach house for our honeymoon—Amanda did. But then again, whose house is it? If it were Amanda’s, would the red room be there in the first place? Those torturously sweet devices that showed me a part of myself I never knew existed.I doubt the house belongs to Amanda. Damon’s right. Zayn chose that house so he could be alone with me on purpose. I should be mad about it, but I don’t see a reason to be. If anything, the thought makes my core ache. I’m glad we went there. I wish we’d stayed longer than just a week.A knock startles me. Zayn’s back. I run to the door happily and open it, but it’s Dave who’s standing there, holding a black zipper garment bag.“Dave? What are you doing here?” He smiles. “I work here. Remember?”“I remember. But you're not to resume until tomorrow. We just got back.”He hands me the bag. “Zayn asked me to resume immediately. He said to stay with you while he’s at the office for an impromp

Chapter 58: The Gala

“Allow me to introduce our newest staff member,” Damon sneers. “Daniel Ederson. He’ll be working directly under me to ensure the company’s trust is… properly managed.”Daniel bows his head slightly, his eyes boring into mine. “It’s a pleasure.”The board mutters a word of greetings. Amanda doesn't speak. My heart is pounding so loudly I swear I can hear it in my ears.That’s when one of the board members recognizes him. “Isn’t this the man from the wedding?”My breath catches. Damon’s smile stretches. “Is he?” he feigns ignorance, stepping back, pretending to take a good look at Daniel. “I didn’t know,” he lies.Zayn said this would happen. That Daniel would be here. He knew his brother would do this.Daniel refuses to take his eyes off me. “Yes, I happen to know Jade very well. After all, I was the one who was supposed to marry her before Mr. Hemsworth decided to take her away.”“I thought you called it off,” Damon says.Daniel shakes his head once. “No. She did. She ditched me at th

Chapter 59: A Beautiful Disaster

“You’re supposed to be at the bar, Daniel. Or perhaps looking for a new job,” I say, not turning back.“I told you, Jade. I work here now.” He stands beside me, tilts his head, his eyes roaming over the backless cut of my dress. “And I think we have a lot to talk about. Like how you’re playing the part of the devoted wife to a man you barely know.”“Dont you understand after being told so many times? I don't love you anymore. I've moved on.”“Wiith a man who treats you like a pet? I saw the way you looked at him. Like you were afraid to breathe without his permission.”“What I do with my breath is none of your business,” I bite back, finally turning to face him. “Get out of my way.”“No,” he says, stepping closer, pinning me between his body and the cold stone wall of the gallery. “I know the real Jade. The one who wanted a simple life. This… this version of you? This one who looks like a whore seeking attention? It’s fake. He’s twisted you into something you aren't.”“He’s awakened m

Chapter 60: Behind Closed Doors

He kicks the doors open to a private library, a room filled with the scent of old books. The second the doors click shut and the lock turns, the corporate mask he’s been wearing shatters. He flings the phone a few feet away. Then he spins me around, pinning me against the dark wood of the door. His eyes are dark, almost black, and the hunger in them is so raw it's frightening.“You kneed him,” he breathes, his hands framing my face, his thumbs tracing my lower lip as if checking for a sign of Daniel’s touch.“He tried to kiss me,” I say, my voice trembling with the leftover adrenaline. “He thought… he thought I was still that same Jade.”“And you showed him you weren’t. I saw the shadow of it on the GPS. Your heart rate spiked, then leveled out into something chilly. Something brutal. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”“Tell me,” I whisper, my hands reaching up to grip his lapels, pulling him closer until there is no air left between us. His forehead drops against mine, his b

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