All Chapters of Marked By Mr Adam : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21 “Yes, I have eaten,” William said softly. “Very well. Goodnight, William.” Matthew bowed slightly and walked away. William climbed the stairs with Matthew's words still warming his chest. He reached the bedroom door, turned the handle, and stepped inside. And froze. Why is he still awake? Jacob was sitting up against the headboard in his navy pajamas, the top buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of his chest. A file lay open on his lap. He didn't look up. "Where have you been?" Jacob asked, low and even. William stopped in the doorway. " At work." “And you didn't bother to call home?” “My phone battery was dead.” A heavy pause settled between them. Jacob slowly closed the file and set it aside. His steel-grey eyes lifted to meet William's. "You smell like grease." William's hand tightened on the doorframe. "I work at a chicken place." "Not anymore." Jacob's voice was calm. Flat. Final. "You're quitting.” William's stomach dropped. What does he mean, I'm quit

William walked as fast as he could with Leo following right behind, still insisting on seeing a shaman. “Will you stop Leo,” William said, irritated. Leo sighed, giving up… for now. “Fine.” William exhaled. Finally, his ear will rest. He glanced around, feeling the breeze move through his hair. This is kind of nice. He should probably check out his department. “Do you have anything else to do?” William asked. “Yes, I have a doctor's appointment today.” “Are you okay?” “I'm fine. I need to change my suppressant. The one I’m on isn't working for me.” “Oh,” he mumbled, his steps slowing almost imperceptibly. “Do you want to join me?” “No.” He paused. “I will check out my department first.” “Alright. See you later.” Leo gave a small wave, and walked off. William watched him go for a moment, then turned left. He didn't need suppressants. He had never needed one. Not once, despite being an omega. His jaw tightened at the thought. Maybe he wasn't truly one. Since h

After another awkward dinner, William sat on the bed scrolling through his phone while Jacob was taking a shower. Jacob stepped into the room when he was done and sat on the edge of the bed. William set his phone down. “Any news about my father?” “Your father is currently investigating the company.” William’s fingers curled slightly. I thought as much. My father would never make an investment that huge without digging deeper. He's a greedy man, but unfortunately, he's not stupid. William swallowed.“You're sure that he won't find out about anything.” Jacob's eyes narrowed, and he smirked. “You're the first person to doubt my capabilities” “No, no It's not that,” William said quickly, shaking his head. “Then just trust me. I never leave a job unfinished.” Jacob's voice was cold. He moved closer and tilted William’s chin up with his fingers. “And I also don't like when someone doubts me.” William swallowed at the piercing stare of Jacob. “I ..do trust you.” William

The hall was painted in white, with blue musical notes along the wall. Students filled the room, seated in rows facing a small podium with a whiteboard. Some were standing while others sat, and a few clustered together in small groups. Their voices resonated through the hall. William stood in the doorway, peered inside before stepping in. His eyes swept through the small crowd. He didn't move immediately. That was a habit of his...standing at the edge of things before committing to a direction. “Should I sit in the front or the back?” he muttered. His gaze drifted to the few empty spaces in the front row. Too visible. People in the front row always drew attention. Then his gaze moved to the back. No. Teachers always asked the back row questions, just to make sure they were actually listening. So middle it is. William climbed the small staircase and sat in the middle row. He placed his bag on the desk and glanced around. “Quiet.” A middle aged man with a long ponytail walk

Jacob strode into his office where Phillip was already standing beside his desk, waiting for his arrival.Jacob set his briefcase on top of his desk and lowered himself into the chair. “Begin.”Phillip clasped his hands behind his back, the way he always did when the news wasn't good. “We tracked all the surveillance footage near the coast, but as they took the eastern road, we lost them.” He paused. “No cameras on that route. Whoever planned this knew exactly what they were doing.”Jacob's jaw clenched. Fourteen years. He had spent fourteen years tracking those paintings down, reclaiming them one by one from the hands of collectors who didn't deserve them. And in one night, someone had undone all of it. His hand clenched into a fist. Whoever you are, he thought coldly, you just made the worst decision of your life.“Continue searching. Use every resource we have.”“Yes, sir. And..” Phillip placed a red colored envelope on the desk. “Lucas sent this. It's an invitation to a party