บททั้งหมดของ Unintended Bride : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Liam's POVThe lights flashed on my face, my eyes slowly opened and closed back, before fluttering again, adjusting to the light. Birds chirped and my vision closed in, the white ceiling coming into view, bolder. I turned my head and saw the IV line connected to my arm, looking downwards, my fingers flinched and a blonde hair rested next to it. That didn't add up. I lifted my body slowly upwards and immediately regretted it. She woke up. Anya's sleepy eyes met mine then grew wider. "Liam!" She cheered and moved her hand to touch me but my brows furrowed warning her not to dare. She paused but kept talking and I wished she would shut up. "Are you okay? I was here all night. You passed out..."I cut her short. "Where's Nina?" Anya's face turned into a scowl. I shouldn't have bothered and tugged at the IV as I stood up. Anya rushed to me. "You can't. The doctor said..."I shut her up again, didn't she get it, I didn't need her presence. "I asked you a question, where the fuck is N

Liam's POVIt was fate. They said, What fate? The pitiless bullshit people were told to to get stuck with whatever crap life gave them but I didn't want that. I was tired of hearing it constantly and somehow the universe kept shooting it my way. It was the most popular word I had seen and heard since Nina disappeared. The newspaper, the broadcasters, old men, the starbuck coffee note too. And what did I do? Nothing, at least not nothing but the results were nothing to me. So I relayed into it. Six days had gone by and I didn't have news of Nina. Everyday was a pain. I kept checking my phone screen every second for the investigator's response. The door opened and I didn't bother looking up from the reports. “Found anything?” “No sir,” Gideon said in a careful tone. It wasn't his fault but that response ticked me off in the worst way. I nodded to cover my temper and signed another acquisition, already tired the book five times in a row. I had every word memorized by heart. I bought

Nina's POVThe kitchen smelled like lemon and bleach. I was wiping the same spot on the table for the third time when the front door clicked. It was Frida. She came in with two grocery bags in one hand and a small padded envelope in the other. Her eyes went straight to me, then to the envelope.“The mail came in and I got them out,” she said, setting the bags down. “This one’s for you.”My hands stilled on the cloth. For me? Nobody knew I was here. Except…I dried my hands on my sweatpants and took them. It was light. My name wasn’t on it. Just _N. Hale_. A safe house name we’d picked two weeks ago.I ripped it open. First was a small box with earrings, hoops, and simple fake gold studs and a note in Frida’s handwriting. “For doctor visits. You deserve something pretty.”The next gift was a card and I opened it to see it was a booked appointment. A card from St. Mary’s Women’s Clinic. Antenatal Appointment. July 30th. 10:30 AM. Dr. Alvarez.“Thank you,” I whispered while she smil

Nina's POVI fumbled the key twice, my hands shaking like crazy. I got it in the third time and turned the knob and got in. The door shut and I locked it. Then I leaned my forehead against the wood and tried to remember how to breathe.Inside, the kitchen light was on. Garlic in the pan. Frida stood there with a spoon in her hand. She looked up and her face dropped. "Nina. What's wrong?"I crossed the floor. Stopped. My chest hurt from running. "I saw him."Frida put the spoon down. "Saw who?"I kept panting, my heart racing wild. "Liam."The word came out flat. Frida's eyes went wide. "Wait. Are you sure? Could've been someone else. It gets dark early now—""It was him." I cut her off. I shook my head. "At Bastian's. I was at the register. He was at a back table. He looked up and he said my name. He called me Nina. He recognized me."“Holy shit. That's impossible. Did…did he recognize you?” Frida cursed. "Did he come over?""He started to. I don't know. We…”“Calm down and explain

Nina’s POVHer phone lit up, and she started screaming. My spoon fell, and stew spilled all over the table. "What’s wrong?"Frida waved her phone at me. "It's my boss. He needs me to come to the office right away. Every day, I feel like he's trying to kill me. I want a job, but not the stress. Is that too much to ask?" She blinked, and I was speechless. She continued, "He says there's something wrong with the new design sets. An impromptu meeting. I have to go."I started pleading because I was absolutely sure she hadn't eaten anything. "Frida, you should eat first. At least take a few bites."She was putting on her boots and packing her things. "Sorry, boo. I don't have much time. I'll have something later."The door slammed. The sound of it locking echoed through the house. I stood in the empty kitchen, staring at my unfinished plate. "I guess I'm eating alone again."I put the food into a container, washed the dishes, and went to bed early. The apartment felt so big without Frida's