All Chapters of The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Brothers

With that, he took a step back, straightened his jacket. “Good. With this, I think we’re good, right, Alex?” His eyes lingered one second longer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “It is a promise, ” Then he turned and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him with a sound that cracked through the penthouse like a gunshot. Silence again. But this time it was suffocating. It pressed down on Alex’s chest until he couldn’t breathe. Thomas appeared in the doorway, eyes sharp, reading the storm in Alex’s face. “Sir, is there anything you want me to do?” Alex didn’t answer immediately. His chest was rising and falling too fast. He looked down at the black burn mark on his white marble floor. The scar. The reminder. “Get out,” Alex said, voice rough, edged with something that wasn’t anger. It was Raw and ugly. Thomas hesitated, then nodded and closed the door behind him. The maids were still there, frozen, not daring to breathe. Alex stood there alone. The penthouse tha

Protecting casandra

He sank into the chair and flipped open his laptop. The screen cast a blue glow across his face. The first thing he pulled up wasn't contracts it was Cassandra’s schedule. She was still in Korea. And it hit him again he couldn’t keep her there. Not with Anando making threats and Richard stirring up the past. If something happened, he wouldn’t be able to reach her in time. If something happened, he would lose her the same way he lost Joseph. And that was a loss he wouldn’t survive. He started typing, fast. Transferring all her credits. Sorting out housing. Paperwork for the New York campus. Every click was sharp, decisive. It had to be done today. Having her here, in New York, close to me. That’s the only way I can protect her right now. Having done that, he opened the SoundWave internal group chat. The “Personal Announcements” channel. His fingers hovered for a second over the keyboard, hesitating only once. Then he typed with finality: “All new application are to report

She is stubborn

Steam still clung to Alex’s skin as he stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. Water traced slow paths down his chest, catching the cold light from the penthouse bathroom. His phone was buzzing on the marble counter. Three missed calls. One from Thomas. Two unknown. Alex dried his hands, , and answered. “What?” His voice was hoarse, still carrying the weight of earlier. “Sir, Cassandra’s transfer request just went through. Seoul campus confirmed it. She’ll be flying out in 48 hours. But…” Thomas hesitated, and that pause alone was enough to set Alex’s teeth on edge. “But what Thomas ?” Alex’s tone was sharp now, “She said she wants to wait a few months. Sort out some personal stuff first.” Alex exhaled through his nose, raking a hand through his damp hair. Personal stuff. The words felt heavier than they should. “How personal, Thomas?” “I don’t know, sir.” Thomas waited, and when Alex didn’t fill the silence, he understood. It wasn’t a question.

Big day

Morning light cut through Columbia University like a spotlight, The campus was alive with noise Soundwave banners stretched across the main quad, students huddled in groups, phones out, whispering about the announcement that had been trending since midnight. Rebeca and her crew were in the middle of it, chaos personified. “Put the red one on! No, the black it makes you look thinner!” Rebeca shouted, tossing dresses at her friends like confetti while trying to fix her own hair in her phone camera. “Do you think he’ll actually show up?” one of them squealed. “Alex Maradona in person? I might faint.” Jessica lay on her bed, calm as always, headphones in, legs crossed over her blanket. She wasn’t even looking at the chaos. Her eyes were closed, but the small smirk on her lips said she was watching everything anyway. Emma sat on the edge of her bed, knees pulled up, phone clutched in both hands. Benji’s message glowed on the screen “Emma. We need your voice. Soundwave need

Lana brooks

“I just want to say a few words before we start.” The hall went completely still. Even the camera shutters stopped. “For years, Soundwave has been about the people the industry overlooks. The ones who stay up at 2 a.m. writing in a bedroom. The ones who get told ‘no’ a hundred times before someone says ‘yes’.” His gaze swept across the room, past the reporters, past the influencers, “Today isn’t about names. It isn’t about brand deals. It’s about what’s real. What makes you stand up on that stage when your hands are shaking and your talent is the only thing you have left.” For a beat, there was nothing. Then the crowd erupted into applause loud, honest, a little messy. A few people whistled. Someone in the back yelled, “Let’s go, Soundwave!” Alex gave a small nod, stepping back as the stage manager cued the first contestant. The real audition had begun. The stage manager gave Alex a quick nod and stepped forward into the spotlight. “Alright, Soundwave. First up Contestant #001.

Audition

Lena’s smirk dropped. For the first time, real surprise flashed across her face. “I am broke,” she said quickly, like it was a defense. “ please leave contestants 001 the manager said you’re going to hear from my mom.” Lena said as a threat Alex’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it got colder. “That’s exactly the problem, Lena,” he said. “You’re relying on your mom’s name instead of your own ability. Soundwave isn’t a place for connections. It’s a place for talent. And right now, you don’t have it.” Lena’s cheeks flushed red. She opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but the look in Alex’s eyes shut her down instantly. She swallowed hard, pride cracking. “Thank you… for your time,” she muttered, grabbing the mic and stepping off stage. The click of her heels was faster now, hurried, like she wanted to disappear before anyone else could see her. The stage manager stepped in quickly, voice a little too bright. “Thank you, Lena. Next up is Contestant #002…3 ,78

The Audition

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed. She looked down at the floor before answering. “sir. I am signed. But you weren’t here last time. You were still in Korea. I needed you to see me perform in person. To know I actually merited it.” Alex’s expression shifted. For the first time today, a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Well,” he said quietly, “you very much deserve to be signed then. You did very well.” Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Thank you, sir.” She hesitated for a second, then added, a small smile breaking through. “Sir… I’m also a model Alex’s smile deepened. “Of course.” He said it like it didn’t surprise him at all. Like he already expected her to do more than just dance. Rebecca bowed her head slightly, turning to step off stage. She dropped her gaze for half a second before following the others to the side. The stage manager stepped in quickly, voice bright again to break the moment. “Thank you, Contestants Please head to the side for panel notes.” The room e

Maya

Contestant #5 dropped to her knees, pressing her palm against the blood on the floor. Her voice was barely a whisper now, but it carried. “Charlotte… please be alive…” The tremble in her hands, the tears she refused to let fall it was real. You believed she’d known Charlotte for years. Contestant #7 moved to her side, knelt down, and gripped her shoulder. Not comforting. Grounding. “We don’t cry yet. We fight first.” Her eyes were dry, but her jaw was clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitch. Contestant #4 stepped forward, voice steady now, the anger hardening into resolve. “Fine. We split up. Two minutes. If we don’t find anything, we call the police.” Contestant #6 pushed himself off the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve. “I’m not leaving her alone.” The four of them stood together for a beat four different kinds of fear, four different kinds of strength, all pointed in the same direction. Then the sound cue cut. The lights held for three seconds. Silence.

Emma

The first notes were soft hesitant, But it built. Layer by layer. The melody started simple, then expanded into something cinematic. Something that sounded like the score to a film you hadn’t seen yet but already felt in your chest. It wasn’t technically perfect. There moments where you could tell she was thinking through the next chord instead of feeling it. But the emotion was there. Real. Raw. Two minutes in, she hit a crescendo that made several people in the front row sit up straighter. Then silence. Maya’s hands lifted off the keys. She opened her eyes, breathing slightly heavier, like she’d just run a sprint. For a second, no one moved. Then Alex smiled. Small. Real. He was the first to clap. The rest of the room followed. The applause started soft, then built until it filled the entire arena. People were on their feet. Maya looked stunned. She bowed quickly and stepped off stage, still clutching the edge of her keyboard like it might disappear if she let go.

She strangely did well

Then Alex looked away and went back to his notes on the table. “Hm,” he muttered, like he’d already moved on. Emma exhaled without realizing she’d been holding her breath. She nodded once and turned back to the stage.She scanned the crowd for something, anything, that would steady her. And then she saw Rebecca.Rebecca was standing at the side, arms crossed, watching Emma with a small smirk. The kind of smirk that said What is she doing here? How did she even get on this stage? She’s timid. She doesn’t belong here. It hit Emma . The reminder that she was out of place. That everyone here had earned their spot through months of work, while she’d been pulled in at the last second. Her chest tightened. She almost looked away. Then she saw Maya.Maya was standing near the back, watching her with a soft, genuine smile. No judgment. Just encouragement. The same smile they’d shared backstage minutes ago. That was enough. Emma took a breath and nodded to the sound tech. The music sta

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