All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

UNKNOWN POV“I don't think your plan is working.” The words hung heavily in the room. I didn't bother looking up. Instead, I continued scrolling through the photographs on my phone, pausing on the most recent one before locking the screen.“It is,” I said calmly. “You just need to trust me.”A low growl answered me. “Trust you? This has gone on long enough.”I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. “You're losing your patience.”“No,” the voice snapped. “I'm losing my nerve.”Silence settled between us. The room was dim, the only light coming from the lamp beside the couch. It suited me. Faces didn't matter in the dark. Only voices did.“I have one final move to make,” I said at last.“You've been saying that.”“And I mean it.”Another long exhale. “You don't understand what's at stake.”I smiled faintly. “Oh, I understand perfectly.”“No, you don't.” Frustration crept into the voice. “If Kendrick finds out who's been helping erase your tracks… if he discovers which

KENDRICKThe sky had already begun fading into shades of deep orange and navy when I pulled into William's driveway.Normally, family dinners were easy, but tonight I felt my heart heavy because I knew something no one else did.I'd seen the face behind the stalking, and I don’t know how to tell Yulia. It would break her heart if she knew.The only reason I hadn't told anyone yet was that I wanted evidence strong enough that there would be no escape when I finally confronted them.Dinner was already laid out when everyone gathered around the long dining table with roasted lamb, Yorkshire puddings, honey-glazed carrots, roasted potatoes, and green beans. This was exactly the sort of Sunday dinner my mother loved.William carved the meat while my mother poured wine for herself and sparkling water for everyone else.Yulia sat beside me. Our shoulders brushed once as we settled into our chairs, and I caught her smiling. A small one meant for me. It almost made me forget everything else.C

KENDRICKThe private lounge at The Spaniards Inn was one of the few places in London where we could disappear for a while.Tucked away near Hampstead Heath, it had the perfect balance of privacy and comfort. The kind of place where businessmen held quiet meetings, friends gathered after a long week, and nobody cared enough to disturb you.This was where we came to relax, but at this moment, I couldn't relax. I sat back in my chair, staring at the glass of whiskey in front of me without taking a sip.Today was the day. The truth was finally coming out.For weeks, someone had been playing with our lives. Watching us, manipulating situations. Creating misunderstandings, and the worst part was knowing that the person had been close enough to smile in my face while destroying everything behind my back.Right under my nose.Victor leaned forward, studying me carefully. “Bro, are you alright?”I looked up. “Yeah.”He didn't look convinced. “No, you're not.”I sighed. “I'm fine, Victor.”Damo

KENDRICKThe weight of everything we'd just heard settled over us like a storm cloud. Adeline was the first to break the silence.She folded her arms across her chest and looked at me. “How did you even find out about those other girls?”“My P.I.” I glanced at Matthew. “Matthew showed me photographs taken when I was with them, so I hired an investigator to look into it.” I sighed. “But the deeper they dug, the uglier it became. She kept records of everything.”Sophie's expression remained cold as I talked.Victor frowned. “Records?”I nodded. “Matthew and the police searched her house after obtaining the necessary warrants. They found journals.”“Journals?”“Yes.” I looked at Yulia. “She documented everything. She kept them like they were achievements.”Yulia's face drained of colour. “Oh my God…”“She even wrote notes about how each victim reacted.”Adeline’s lips curled in disgust. “That is sick.”“She treated people's pain like trophies.”Damon closed his eyes. “I can't believe I

KENDRICKIt had been seven days. Seven days since everything had fallen apart, watching Yulia’s face break when she realized the person she trusted had been the one destroying her life.I stared at my phone sitting on my desk, still no new messages. No missed calls. Nothing. I picked it up again and dialed her number, straight to ringing. Once, twice, and continued, then voicemail.I exhaled sharply and ended the call before leaving another message: Call me, Peaches.I placed the phone back on the desk and leaned into my chair, dragging both hands through my hair.This was the one thing I never knew how to handle. Business? I could negotiate million-pound contracts without blinking. Threats? I knew exactly how to deal with them. Enemies? I knew how to destroy them.But Yulia? The woman I loved refusing to talk to me? That was something I couldn't fix with strategy.I looked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, watching London move beneath me.I hated that she was hurting a