All Chapters of The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I decided from the start that my parents had to believe I did every bit of the work myself. That was the only way the punishment would end cleanly. I never handed them any of the summaries. I kept the papers with me at all times and made sure they saw only what I wanted them to see.Whenever my parents were in the room or looking in my direction, I kept my head down and moved my pen across the page as if I were still writing. I turned pages slowly. I paused and frowned at the same line for long stretches. I acted exactly like someone who was still deep in the middle of a decade’s worth of material. The moment they looked away or left, I stopped pretending. I pulled out Macmillan’s summary, then Jordan’s, then Aiden’s, and I read them carefully. I went over the dates, the names, the decisions, the outcomes. I memorized the order of events so that if my dad decided to test me I would not stumble.One afternoon my father came in while I was still pretending.“How much have you finish

I spent most of today's morning and early afternoon grocery shopping with Macmillan’s mother. We moved through the aisles without rushing, checking items off the list she had written the night before. She asked me questions about what I usually ate other the meals she has been preparing for me and what I liked, and I answered as honestly as I could. By the time we reached the checkout, the cart was full. Bags of vegetables, packs of meat, rice, spices, oil, and everything else she said we needed for the week. She paid the bill without hesitation, then we started carrying the bags out to the car one by one.There were a lot of them. We made several trips between the store and the parking lot. I carried two or three at a time. She did the same. We worked in a quiet rhythm. "After I am done teaching you my recipe, Macmillan wouldn't be able to call himself a good cook anymore, that boy is so full of himself." She said after a few minutes of quiet, making me laugh.“Mom....”The word

Aiden's POVI was still thinking about everything that had happened earlier when my phone vibrated on the table.The sound was so sudden that I nearly jumped.I glanced down, expecting to see a message from Macmillan, Jordan, or Orlando. Maybe one of them was up on me.But the moment I saw the name on my screen, my entire body went rigid.Mother.My stomach twisted.For several seconds, I simply stared at the notification without opening it.I didn't want to read it.I already knew that whatever she had sent me wasn't going to be something good.Doris never contacted me because she missed me. She never called to ask if I was safe or if I had eaten. She never wanted to know whether I was happy.Whenever my mother reached out, there was always a reason.And somehow, I always ended up hurting afterward.My fingers felt strangely cold as I finally opened the message."Come home." That was all it said.I stared at those two words, my heart beginning to pound.Then another message came thro

Macmillan's POVSomething felt wrong. I didn't know what it was at first. Maybe it was because I had woken up feeling strangely cold.I reached out instinctively, expecting my hand to find Aiden beside me, but my fingers met nothing but cold, empty sheets.My eyes opened immediately."Aiden?"I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around the room.The curtains were still drawn, leaving the bedroom wrapped in the soft darkness of early morning. For a moment, I thought maybe he had simply gotten up before me.Perhaps he was in the bathroom. Or downstairs. I sat up."Aiden?" I called out softly but no answer.I rubbed my eyes and glanced toward the bathroom door. It was open and empty.Something uncomfortable settled in my stomach. I pushed the covers away and got out of bed."Aiden?"I checked the bathroom anyway.Nothing. My heart began to beat faster. I walked into the hallway and looked around.I went downstairs thinking maybe he had gone to the kitchen. Maybe he had woken up hu

**Aiden’s POV**I think I’ve passed the crying stage. After my boyfriends, or should I say ex-boyfriends, left, I didn’t feel like crying.I did feel sad. I did feel like my heart was being ripped apart. But I didn’t feel like crying.Does this mean I’ve grown stronger? Or that I was content with what I used to have, even though they aren't mine anymore?“How does it feel to be back in the one place you don’t want to be?” my stepfather asked.He was standing in front of my bedroom door.I ignored him. I knew he wanted to see me sad. My sadness brought him joy.“I tried coming into your room the other night, but your door was shut. When did we start locking our rooms at night?” he asked, stepping fully into my room.“What do you want from me?” I asked. I already knew what he wanted. I could see it in his eyes, a look I was far too familiar with.“You know what I want, Aiden. You should already know by now. So let’s skip the small talk and get down to business.”He charged toward me. I