All Chapters of The Girl He Never Knew : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

110 Chapters

Chapter 71: I’m Not Jealous

ELENA’S POVThe party was loud, chaotic, and exactly the kind of place I didn’t want to be. But apparently Lora would not hear about it. After telling her about the night everything happened between Noah and I, she couldn't believe it."What the hell was that, Elena?" Lora had all but screamed. "You've both crossed a really dangerous line."Music thumped through the frat house like a second heartbeat, bass vibrating up through the floorboards into my bones. Red Solo cups littered every surface. People laughed too loud, danced too close, and pretended the world outside didn’t exist. I’d only come because Lora dragged me, promising it would be “good for me” to get out after everything with Noah, promising it'll be the best for my mental health like this party was helping my mental health right now.I regretted it the second I saw him.Noah stood near the makeshift bar in the living room, a red cup in one hand, the other resting casually on the small of a blonde girl’s back. She was beau

Chapter 72: Two Can Play This Game

NOAH'S POVThe text from Ethan came in at 7:12 p.m.I was in my dorm, half-watching Game Of Thrones for the fourth time on my laptop, half-thinking about the way Elena had looked at me at the party when she saw me with Ashley. Ethan: Heads up. Elena agreed to dinner with Jax tonight. Said she needs her notes back. Don’t do anything stupid.I stared at the screen for three full minutes. Three minutes of my brain refusing to process the words. Three minutes of my heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. Three minutes of that hot rage rising in my chest again, the same one that had made me swing on Jax in class, the same one that made me follow her in the rain, and the same one that made me want to burn everything down just to keep her close."Dinner with Jax."Why the fuck was she having dinner with Jax? What was her motive? Was is a comeback for being with Ashley? If it was, it's downright petty and immature. I stood up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. My h

Chapter 73: His

ELENA'S POV I sat at a small table on the second floor, my notebook open in front of me, pretending to review the notes Jax had promised to return to me. The truth was I was hiding from the way Noah had behaved. From the way my own heart kept betraying me every time I thought about him and I just didn't expect him to find me here. The heavy wooden door at the end of the aisle creaked open, and for a moment the low murmur from the study room downstairs drifted up before the door swung shut again. I looked up out of habit, the way anyone would and my stomach dropped. Noah walked in. He was still in his practice clothes with gray hoodie, sweatpants, hair damp and messy. His eyes swept the rows once, twice, and then found mine across the long aisles of books like they always did like magnets and his jaw locked. He didn't sit down. He didn't pretend to look for a book. He walked straight toward my table, long strides eating up the distance between us, and the few students still scattered

Chapter 74: My Name's Detective Noah

NOAH'S POVThe clock on my bedroom wall struck midnight.My dorm room was dark except for the blue glow of my phone and the faint orange streetlight bleeding through the half-closed blinds. I sat on the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees, the screen burning into my eyes. The room smelled like leftover rain and the faint citrusy fragrance of Ethan's one night stand. One could say that an injury would stop his whoring ways but that wasn't Ethan.I had been turning the same pieces over for hours.Elena’s laptop being accessed. The private article gone. The high school files Lucas had waved in her face like trophies. Jax’s sudden quietness. The way he kept checking his phone during practice like it might explode. The fight in the classroom. The way he looked at me afterward — not just angry, but guilty.Something was wrong.I opened the notes app on my phone and started typing everything out the way I used to break down game charts.- Lucas has the files. - Elena’s private draft disa

Chapter 75: Well, What Do We Have Here?

ELENA’S POV2:41 a.m.The dorm room was silent except for the soft hum of my laptop and the occasional distant laugh from someone still awake somewhere on the floor. My eyes burned. My neck ached. I had been staring at the screen for so long the blue light felt like it was searing itself into my brain.I should have been asleep. I should have left the investigation alone the way Dr. Reyes kept warning me to. But the empty private folder where my article used to live still stared at me every time I opened my laptop, and the anonymous message still sat in my phone like a live wire."Someone who’s supposed to be loyal just burned you. Check who had access."I had dismissed Lora. I had dismissed Jax almost immediately. It had to be Lucas. Everything always came back to Lucas.So I went after him.I started with the public records I already knew how to dig through — the same tools I used for every story. Old social media archives that people thought they deleted. I told myself I was just f

Chapter 76: The Things We Left Unsaid

NOAH'S POVThe bar was almost empty. A handful of regulars nursed the last of their drinks under the low amber lights. The jukebox in the corner played something slow and old that I barely registered. I sat at a back booth with a half-finished whiskey in front of me, the glass warm from my hands. My phone sat on the table, screen dark, until I picked it up and called her.She answered on the second ring. “Noah?”My voice came out low and rough, scraped raw from the whiskey and everything I had been holding in for years.“I did something wrong, Elena. A long time ago. I’m starting to think… I did something very wrong.”Twenty-three minutes later the door of the bar opened and she walked in, hair still damp from the rain, black jacket zipped to her chin. She spotted me immediately, crossed the floor, and slid into the booth across from me.She caught the bartender’s eye.“Water for him. Coffee for me. Black.”The drinks arrived. She pushed the water toward me without comment. Then she s

Chapter 77: The Choice I Almost Made

ELENA’S POVThe bar had grown quieter while Noah spoke.Most of the regulars had drifted out into the rain. The bartender wiped the same stretch of counter in slow, absent circles. Somewhere near the front, a single neon sign buzzed faintly. Our booth in the back felt like the only solid place left in the world.I still had both hands wrapped around my coffee mug even though the coffee had gone lukewarm. Noah sat across from me with his water glass untouched, his hands finally still after the long, careful telling of everything he had carried for years. The things his stepfather had done. The way the fear had shaped him into the boy who built walls so high almost no one could climb them.I had listened without interrupting. I had not cried in front of him. I would cry later, alone in my room with the door locked and the lights off, but not here. Not while he was still watching me like I might disappear if he blinked too hard.When the silence stretched long enough that it started to f

Chapter 78: "We'll Finish This"

NOAH'S POVEthan walked in just as the silence between Elena and me had grown thick enough to touch.The bar door opened with its usual soft creak and the faint rush of rain-cooled air. I didn’t look up at first. I was still watching Elena’s face — the way her eyes had gone distant after she turned her phone face-down, the way her mouth had closed around whatever she had been about to say. The almost-confession still hung in the booth like smoke. Footsteps stopped at the edge of our table.I looked up.Ethan stood there in a dark jacket, still moving carefully because of the knee, but his eyes were sharp. He looked at me. Then at Elena. Then back at me. The accuracy of it was almost cruel. He read the room the way only someone who had loved both of us for years could read it.“I’ll come back,” he said quietly.He meant it. I could hear that he meant it. But he didn’t leave fast enough.The three seconds it took him to turn and take the first step toward the door were enough. The spel

Chapter 79: Can't Stay Away

ELENA’S POVI had only come to return the wallet he left at the bar. That was the story I told myself the entire walk over. My pulse was already too fast. The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp near the couch and the faint glow from the kitchen. The air smelled like him — clean soap and faint cedar.Noah stood near the hallway, still in the same clothes from earlier, jaw tight, and his eyes dark. The second the door shut he moved.He didn’t ask me to stay. He didn’t give me time to speak. He crossed the space in three long strides, backed me against the wall beside the stairs, and braced both hands on either side of my head. The heat of his body pressed close without quite touching. My breath caught hard in my throat.“You’ve been avoiding me after that night,” he accused, his voice hoarse.“I’ve been busy.”“Liar.”The word landed between us like a spark on dry grass. Sexual tension that had been building for weeks snapped tight. I could feel it in the way his gaze droppe

Chapter 80: "Twelve Lines Too Many"

NOAH'S POVWhat kind of a man would I be if I left the woman who I had just tongue fucked walk out alone in the middle of night?Well, a terrible one.Elena was in the shower. She had stayed because I couldn't let her go home at night alone. Ethan would kill me. It was the least I could do given that I was fucking his sister. I sat on the edge of the couch with my elbows on my knees and stared at the floor.Her bag had fallen over near the arm of the couch when she shrugged out of her jacket. A notebook had slid halfway out. Not the one she used for articles. This one was older — smaller, the corners soft with age, the cover a faded dark blue that had once been closer to navy. It had landed open, pages bent slightly under its own weight.I should have left it alone. I told myself that twice while I stared at it. Then I reached down and picked it up.The handwriting stopped me first.It was hers, but younger. High school. Senior year, maybe earlier. The ink had faded in places to a dul

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