Todos os capítulos de The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Well, Emma, you’ve asked a very sensible question. And this… is what we call real question he said with a smirk …thomas scuff laughing at the behavior of his boss this was obviously subtle shade at Jessica, which didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the class. and the little smirk that appeared on his boss lips earlier did not go unnoticed by Thomas , was is boss finally free ? Is he ready to embrace new things? He thought have hoping he is right“School alone isn’t enough.” Alex continued“ What you do beyond school, without being graded, is what actually defines you. Explore the world, Emma Stanford. The world is a big space. Everyone is equal and can navigate their own space and you are not excluded, That’s why we have SoundWave.” He paused. “Of course, I won’t hesitate to introduce SoundWave to everyone here. If you have talent can you sing? Can you dance? Are you a good songwriter?Whatever it is you have in you, bring it out. Speak up. People will only know what you have within

He’d been living with guilt for years. Even if they forgave him, he knew he’d still carry it. But maybe… maybe the weight of what happened that day would lessen, just a little. He closed his eyes for a moment and prayed. He hoped this message from the old house was something that would finally help relieve his guilt.Alex read it twice. Then he folded it carefully and placed it in his pocket. The car kept moving. But for the first time in years, the silence didn’t feel like a prison. It felt like a beginning.The car slowed as it turned into the narrow, overgrown lane leading to the outskirts of the city. The buildings thinned out, replaced by old fences and trees that had grown wild with time. And then it came into view the old house. It hadn’t changed much. The paint was faded, the roof sagged slightly on one corner, and the wooden gate creaked the same way it always had. But to Alex, it looked heavier now. Like it carried years instead of just bricks. Thomas pulled up but didn’

She stared at Alex as if she was seeing a ghost. The color drained from her face, shock freezing her in place. “Al…..AAA …..A……lex? Alex!” Alex stiffened. His entire body went rigid, every muscle locking as the name echoed in the room.Mommy Grace wasn’t any different. She was even more shocked. Mommy Grace hadn’t thought she’d be back this early. She’d only gone out to the market to buy a few things. She wondered what could have pulled her back to this place in such a hurry. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes on what she was seeing. And what she saw in the eyes of the woman standing in front of her was betrayal. The moment she realized Alex was here, she saw the woman’s face, and Mommy Grace regretted her decision. If she hadn’t called Alex here, she wouldn’t have felt this betrayed.She should have fixed a place for them to meet instead of inviting Alex here. Now look at what she had caused. She should have chosen somewhere neutral, somewhere safe. She thought, while Alex, on

It’s… it’s not what you think,” Alex stammered, his tongue feeling heavy, his words failing him. He didn’t know how to defend himself. Yes, his line of business required him to carry a gun wherever he went. It was necessary. Every man in that world had to protect himself.To people outside, he was just a billionaire flashy, untouchable, extreme. But behind the money came sacrifices. Responsibilities. Danger. And a gun was the only thing standing between him and that danger. How was he supposed to explain that to them? That there wasn’t a day he walked out without one? That it wasn’t for violence, but for survival? That he need it to survive, that he met no harm ..“It’s not what you think, Madam. Please… let me explain.” But it was all in vain. Even Mommy Grace had started to step back, one step at a time, leaning on her cane as she shifted closer to Mommy Choice. “Alex, you want to explain what?” Mommy Choice snapped. “ Alex, what are you doing with a gun? So now you carry a gun

At the other side of LondonClara sat on the edge of her bed in her apartment in London, staring at everything and nothing at the same time. The walls around her were bare except for a few photos and the small decorations she’d put up herself. She let out a long sigh.Clara was Emma’s friend. A real friend. The kind you meet in high school and somehow end up dragging through every chapter of life together. Back then, they were inseparable. Same classroom. Same lunch table. Same dormLiterally.If Clara was folding her clothes, Emma was right there folding them wrong and turning it into a mess. If Clara was sweeping the floor, Emma was packing the desk away and distracting her with stories.When Clara was sitting on the bed, talking her ear off about some new drama, Emma was in the kitchen helping her cook, both of them laughing over nothing.Now Clara had to do it all alone.She’d just come back from class at University College London, exhausted and lonely, because they’d ended up at d