All Chapters of The Bait, The Ruin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Taken

WELLINGTON'S POVI fling the door open right into Victoria’s face, then shove her hard against the hallway wall before she can even gasp properly. My fingers clamp around her throat while I pin her head in place, the rage inside me burning too violently to care that she’s struggling beneath my grip.“You want me? Really?” I growl into her face, curling my hand into her hair and yanking her head back. “Or did your mother put you up to this?”“What are you doing? I’ll…”“Call your mother?” I finish for her with a dry laugh. “You’re so pathetic. You know nothing about this cruel world, just hiding behind your mother and letting her control your thoughts like some puppet. If you want me to truly see you, then that has to change. Or maybe you want me to choose Dahlia all the way.”I watch her expression change instantly.Her eyes widen slightly, disbelief flickering inside them the moment she realizes I’m implying she still has a chance with me.“But you already love her.”“I don’t.” The l

Shut The Fuck Up!

DAHLIA'S POVI wake up with a violent start, screaming as if I’ve just been dragged out of a river after drowning.My chest rises sharply as I struggle to breathe properly, my eyes flying around the unfamiliar room while panic grips me instantly.For a second, I don’t recognize where I am. Then the memories rush back all at once.There was a crash.The blood and gunshots…And a woman standing in front of Sunny's wrecked car…Has the organization finally kidnapped me? Is this what they wanted all along? What are they planning to do with me now?Pain shoots from my shoulders straight into my skull and dizziness forces my eyes shut again. When I reopen them seconds later, the entire room spins so badly that it feels like my eyeballs are turning in circles inside my head.My trembling hand lifts to my forehead.A dull sting spreads beneath my fingertips and I realize there’s a bandage wrapped around my head.The room is brightly lit but almost empty. There’s only the narrow bed I’m sittin

The Boys

WELLINGTON'S POV“Wait for me, Nani. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”The words leave my mouth the second the elevator doors slide open and I see Nani standing inside. Surprise flashes across her face as she steps out while I move in.“Where are you going?” she asks quickly, her eyes dropping straight to my bandaged arm that is already bleeding through again.“Wait… you can’t leave like that!”The elevator doors slide shut before I can answer her, cutting off the rest of her words. I know she deserves an explanation, but now isn’t the time for one because every second I waste feels like another second closer to Dahlia getting hurt. Nani cares about her too. She’ll understand later.The bandage around my arm keeps soaking with blood every passing second. My joints ache so badly that even breathing feels like work, and I know Nani is right. I need proper treatment. I need sleep. I need to stop pushing myself before my body completely gives out on me again.But I don’t think rest exists for peo

Trashing

DAHLIA'S POV“Oh, Agent Kay. How long has it been?” The voice comes again, closer this time.I expect my mother to give up, maybe cower, because I am terrified down to my bones and that feels like the only normal reaction when armed men surround you inside a dark abandoned structure that once housed orphans.“Why didn’t I figure it out sooner? That you’d be hiding out here, close to your precious daughter.”“Because you are a fool, Flamingo.” She laughs dryly, then bends close enough that her lips brush my ear. “Count to six in your head and lay flat on your stomach.”I want to argue. I want to ask questions. But something in her voice leaves no room for hesitation, so I nod slowly as if she can see me clearly in the darkness and begin counting silently.One.Two.“You know what we are, Kay. You can’t run faster than your shadow.”“You betrayed me. You fucking set me up, bastard!”Three.Four.And before I even finish laying flat on the dusty floor, bullets explode through the darknes

Don't Take Her Home

WELLINGTON'S POVMaybe if I run faster, I can escape this place. I just have to keep moving without looking back, and then I’ll be free.Freedom.What does that even taste like? I’d love to know. All I need to do is keep putting one foot in front of the other, never giving up no matter how much my breath burns or how hot my head feels.My small body creates narrow paths through the bushy part of the desert as I run farther into what looks like a hill. There are too many rocks and pebbles beneath my feet, but there is grass everywhere too. Those sharp ones that cut like razor blades when they prick your skin.Or like when a plate breaks, and a tiny piece of it gets stuck in your finger while you try to clean it up before your adoptive parent sees it and reminds you that the broken thing matters more than you ever will.I hear the growls behind me, louder now, closer with every second, even while my legs crash through the bushes as I force myself higher up the hill. I refuse to look bac

She Bad

DAHLIA'S POVMy eyes flutter open at the feeling of a shadow moving away from my face.A chill crawls over my skin immediately.Someone was in my room.Goosebumps spread across my body as I sit up quickly and look toward the door. It is still locked from the inside. My eyes move to the window next, but the curtains remain tightly drawn, making it even creepier because there is no way anyone should have been standing over me.My breathing turns shallow.I force myself out of bed, slip my feet into my flip-flops and head toward the bathroom to start preparing for school, but the sound of the doorknob turning stops me.Thinking it is my nanny, who comes every morning to help me get ready for school, I hurry over and unlock the door, only to freeze.It is the daughter of my mother’s personal assistant.“Oh, so this is your room.” She wrinkles her nose as she walks in without waiting for permission, looking around like she owns the place already.I stare at her in confusion. She and her mo

Oh, My Healer

DAHLIA'S POV“Dahlia.”Jerome looks almost unrecognizable, even to me, and his voice no longer sounds like it belongs to the confident man I once knew, loved, and respected so deeply.His hair and beard are badly overgrown, swallowing most of his face so I can barely see his lips when he speaks. He doesn’t just look unkempt. He keeps scratching at himself nervously, almost violently, like someone high on heroin.The sight reminds me too much of Vicente.“What’s going on here?”Wellington appears beside me, his voice turning so cold that Jerome instantly takes a step back from me.“I swear, I didn’t touch anything,” Jerome says quickly, lifting his hands slightly. “I just thought you were home, so I came to talk…”He shrugs weakly, like he expects me to understand.And I do.But this is not the time.“We need to get her inside. The doctor is on his way.” Wellington steps back toward the car.“Tell me you came to finalize our divorce,” I say before Jerome can move again. My voice leaves

Betrayal Tastes Like

WELLINGTON'S POVWhy do I desperately want her to trust me? When did I start caring about what anyone thinks of me? At what point did my madness get this bad?Ever since I met Dahlia, learned who she truly is, and realized our encounter was never a coincidence, I’ve been lowering my guard without even noticing it. Little by little, she slipped past every wall I built around myself and settled somewhere dangerous inside me.“I knew you long before I ever dreamed of living. And I loved you before I even knew you existed,” I confess, and I swear I would give up anything in this world just to keep the look on her face right now.“What are you talking about?” Her eyes turn glassy with confusion.“Your mother saved me. I owe my life to her. I told you before.” I answer quietly, but before I can explain further, the front door opens and Doctor Lorenzo walks out.“Is she going to make it?” Dahlia’s attention snaps fully to him as she tries to look past him into the house.“Yes, she’s stable n

Cruelty of Karma

DAHLIA'S POV I knew he would faint, but I don't know what happened to make him collapse like that, and for once, I am grateful the doctor is still here.At this rate, I might faint next if I don't sit still and breathe slowly.I can barely walk without feeling like my legs will fold beneath me where I swear my bones have cracked apart. Every movement hurts. My head still feels too light for my neck and my body no longer feels like something I completely own.So they rush him back into the house and I try hard not to panic as they start working on him. I sit beside my mother, watching everything with frightened eyes, afraid to even stand up.I want to call Sunny and tell her what is happening because I know she must be losing her mind trying to reach me after I disappeared with her car yesterday, but I don't know where my phone is.Maybe it is lying in a ditch somewhere around Mr. Chane's private road.Maybe it shattered during the crash.Or maybe it is gone forever, just like too man

80 | The Villain 1

WELLINGTON'S POV When my eyes slowly flutter open, the first thing I see is Dahlia.She’s sitting beside the couch where I’m lying, her head bent awkwardly to one side, supported by both hands folded beneath her chin as exhaustion drags her into a restless sleep. Her hair spills over her shoulder, partly hiding her face, but I still see the faint redness around her swollen eyes.She’s been crying again.The sight twists my chest.For a long moment, I just watch her quietly, not daring to move or touch her because I know she sleeps lightly, just like me. Any slightest movement, she’ll wake up, probably pretending she wasn’t exhausted enough to collapse beside the same man she claims she doesn’t trust anymore.I watch the rise and fall of her breathing.The tension is still visible in her shoulders even in sleep.The way one of her hands twitches slightly as if she’s fighting nightmares behind closed eyes. And somehow, seeing her like this hurts more than watching her scream or cry.“S

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