All Chapters of The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Back at Alex house Luther stumbled in looking wrecked, his usually crisp suit hanging off him like he’d wrestled the day and lost. He didn’t bother with greetings. He just dragged himself straight to Alex’s study. He pushed the door open and stopped. Shelves swallowed the walls , papers stacked like towers, the faint smell of cedar and old ink. Luther exhaled and sank into the small couch by the window. “Just look at this,” he muttered to no one. “Always reading. Man doesn’t know how to switch off.” Alex had seen Luther come in, but when he didn’t show up at his room, something felt off. He followed the light spilling from the study and paused in the doorway. But the sight stopped him. Luther didn’t look like himself. Dark circles under his eyes, jaw tight, suit jacket unbuttoned like he’d forgotten he was wearing it. Alex leaned against the frame, forcing a smirk. “Bro… you fight a lion on your way here?” Luther’s mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Course not. Just had a ba

Emma was halfway zipped into her dress, tugging at the hem, when she realized her hoodie wasn’t doing her hair any justice. She dug through her closet, hunting for something that matched better, something softer. Her phone rang. She blinked at the screen. MY LOVELY MUM .They’d just talked yesterday. So what now? “Hey Mum, woxup?” “Emma… Emma, how are you? Are you hurt? Did anyone call you?” Claudia’s voice came too fast, Emma froze, one hand still holding a hoodie. “Mum, calm down.What’s the problem? Why does your voice sound like that?” “Oh, nothing,” Claudia said quickly, like she’d slipped. “I just… miss you. That’s all.” “Really, Mum? Come on, what’s wrong?” Emma sat on her bed, frowning. “Well, I’m just tired. You know what this season means in Zebo, right? It’s time for work. I need to take advantage of it, save enough for your school” “Mum, I’m on scholarship. Besides, I can take care of myself.” “With which money, Emma? Don’t tell me you’re seeing guys

“Hmm, well… what… what are you doing here?” Luther cleared his throat, suddenly awkward. “Good evening, sir,” Jonathan said, stepping forward “Nice to meet you, sir,” Jonathan added, stretching out his hand with a polite smile. Luther stared at the hand for a long second. Then an idea lit up his eyes. He took it and squeezed. Hard. His grip locked like a vice until Jonathan’s smile tightened and discomfort flickered across his face. Then Luther leaned in close, “Next time… hmm… don’t call me ‘sir’. Call me Luther. Or TH. Is that clear?” “Yes… y-yes, sir,” Jonathan stammered, confused. He’d called him “sir” before. Why was Luther acting weird now? “How about you let him go, Luther?” A voice cut through from their side Emma, stepping out of the fitting room with shopping bags in one hand and a tiny smirk on her face. Luther didn’t need a soothsayer to know that voice was Alex. He immediately let go of Nathan’s hand and took a step back, his face twisting into a grin.

Silence embraced them both, each lost in their own thoughts. Alex had come here to rest his mind. It was June 12 a date carved into his memory. This was the day he met Joseph, and this exact spot was where Joseph brought him the morning after. "Let me show you life beyond perfect grades, rules, and chauffeured rides to school,"Joseph had said. Ever since Joseph’s death, Alex still returned. Every time his head got too loud, this place cleared it. But now… footprints that weren’t his marked the dirt. He could’ve bought the land. He had the money. But what would be the point? It wouldn’t feel like peace anymore just another abuse of power. Emma, a few feet away on the same mat, didn’t notice his clenched jaw. Her brain was on fire trying to crack episode 5. The scene where the leads first meet. She had lyrics. She had stakes. But the melody? Blank. Nothing felt right. She glanced at Alex. Stared too long. Alex Maradona. The Alex Maradona.Sitting on the same mat as her.

The Soundwave conference room smelled like burnt coffee and anxiety. Emma sat at the long table with five other songwriters, her manila folder sweating in her hands Static in my chest borrowed breath.Song #3. Jessica’s favorite. Broken, but still playing. “Alright people,” Marcus, the showrunner, clapped his hands. “Drop your folders in the box. We’ll review, deliberate, and be back in fifteen to announce the chosen writers.” Fifteen minutes. That was it. Fifteen minutes and her fate would be sealed. Emma slid her folder into the box. Her name was written on it in Jessica’s handwriting she’d made Emma practice signing it “professional” last night. Emma Stanford She was so happy she decided to check her mom’s message. Her mom always sent them, even though she didn’t know about the songwriting. She thought Emma was still grinding for school. She opened it. Exactly what she expected: Anak, kaya mo ‘yan.~~You can do it, child. The room emptied. Some writers laughed, too lo