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chapter 21:- I Won't Bow

Susan's POVMy heart calmed. Not from fear, no, that emotion had vanished months ago. I was simply curious to see what new stupidity he'd come up with next."Alexander will apologize to his wife, Susan," Gerald announced. "And Susan will apologize to Becca for slapping her."My lips parted. It felt like there was a stone in my stomach.For a second, I really thought I'd misheard. Apologize… to Becca?I blinked, trying to understand, but the words weighed on me like a stone.My fingers tightened on my skirt. Was that his solution?But Alexander reacted faster, and explosively."Damn it, Dad!" he shouted, leaping to his feet. "Apologize to her?" “There it was: indignation, the feeling of having the last word, utter disbelief that anyone would ask him, the favorite, to do something so humiliating.For the first time in my life, Gerald and I briefly shared the same expression: indifference.Gerald didn’t flinch. “That’s not all,” he said calmly. “Susan will be going back to her husband

chapter 22:- The Stranger

Susan's POVFor a moment, silence seemed to reign over the entire room.Gerald Walker stared at me, his face impassive, as if he needed a full minute to process my words.The great Gerald, self-proclaimed master of the city and beyond, was truly stunned.I would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so incredibly dangerous.Suddenly, Becca appeared like a hyena spotting a wounded gazelle."That's exactly the kind of attitude Alexander couldn't stand," she said sharply, dripping with false compassion. "Gerald, she's always been like that. A horrible, disrespectful wife. She never liked her family. Frankly, Alexander deserves better."A few other people, strangers, murmured in agreement. Then, their murmurs turned into peremptory pronouncements, sensing the prevailing weakness."She shouldn't be pardoned.""Without her family, she's nothing.""How dare she answer me like that?""It's unacceptable."Their voices rose like a swarm of flies, buzzing around me, drawn by the drama.I s

chapter 23:- I Can't Leave

Susan's POVI swallowed hard, staring at him, my heart pounding.Of all the faces I expected to see after this disastrous meeting, his was the last. Angular jaw, cold gaze, that same irritating, unreadable expression he'd worn the night I made the stupidest decision of my life.For a moment, I froze.He tilted his head slightly, almost amused. "What are you doing here?"The way he said it made me blush. I shook my head sharply, as if to snap out of my daze."You have no right to ask me that," I snapped, my voice drier than I intended. "Not after what you did to me." He blinked once, slowly, deliberately, then a small, incredulous laugh escaped him."What did I do to you?" he repeated, looking genuinely offended. "You were completely drunk. I didn't know how else to help you."I let out a bitter laugh, the taste of smoke lingering in my mouth. "Help me? Is that what you call help? Because waking up naked next to you is the complete opposite."His mouth opened slightly as if he were a

chapter 24:- Inner Conflicts

Susan's POVThe driver hung up and gave me a small nod in the rearview mirror. "He said he's coming, ma'am."My stomach sank. I didn't know why I suddenly felt nervous. Maybe it was the absurdity of everything that had happened in the last hour.Maybe it was the fact that I had actually asked the taxi driver to turn around, to take me back to the very house I had fled.All because a part of me couldn't silence the guilt that was eating me up inside.You shouldn't have snapped at him.I hated that voice, but it was there, nagging at me. And the truth is… I wasn't just guilty. I was disturbed. Troubled. And the more I tried to deny it, the louder it became. The front door opened, pulling me from my thoughts.He came out.The stranger, even though I didn't know his name at that moment, and shouldn't have cared. But seeing him there, on the steps of the manor, hands in his pockets, staring at me with that unreadable gaze… something tightened inside me.He seemed as surprised as I was.“Y

chapter 25:- Pretense

Richard's POVI stood there for a long moment, staring at the deserted driveway where she had just disappeared into a taxi, the cool evening breeze caressing my face. I couldn't believe it. Of all the places… of all the people… her.The woman I thought I'd never see again.The woman whose kiss still haunted my nights.Sarah.For days, I'd tried to convince myself I was imagining it, that feeling, that embrace in my chest, as if gravity itself had shifted the moment our lips touched.But seeing her again only confirmed my suspicions: it wasn't imagination. It was real. Dangerous. Something I wasn't prepared for.My heart was still pounding too hard when my driver's voice pierced my daze."Sir… are you going home or would you like a ride?" I exhaled slowly and forced myself to collect my thoughts."I'm going home," I said, straightening my jacket.Even though I was confused and distracted, there were things I needed to do inside: political matters… family matters… things I'd been avoid

chapter 26:- A Date

Susan's POVI couldn't stop pacing. It was ridiculous, honestly. After everything that had happened at Walker Manor, after standing up to a room full of bloodthirsty wolves, was this what was tightening my chest?A phone call from a man I barely knew… a stranger whose name I wasn't even sure existed.But my body refused to calm down. I kept replaying his face, his rugged features, the heat in his eyes when he'd pushed that guard away like I was something worth protecting.Something worth fighting for.The fact that my pulse quickened at the thought irritated me.I sat on the edge of the bed, then stood up. Sitting. Standing. My fingers itched to grab my phone, to check if I'd missed something. Maybe he'd sent a message. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he…My phone rang.My heart raced, literally raced, in my throat.I grabbed it so fast it almost fell on me. I cleared my throat, tried to breathe, forced my voice to be calm before answering."Hello…?"A short silence, then a warm,

chapter 27:- Real Chemistry

Susan's POV"Let's go then," I murmured.He opened the car door for me, and as I settled in, I caught his gaze on me again: dark, curious, hungry.For the first time since that disastrous encounter at the mansion, I felt alive.Whatever the night held in store for me… I wouldn't regret it.Not for a single second.Rick got into the car, closing the door with a thud that somehow made my pulse quicken. The driver started the engine, and suddenly, the air inside the car felt heavy, almost suffocating.Maybe it was the silence… or maybe it was him.For a few minutes, we remained silent. We simply sat there, exchanging furtive glances like two teenagers trying not to get caught staring. Every time my eyes fell on him, I met his, dark, observant, and irritatingly self-assured.I looked away each time, pretending to admire the city lights, but my heart wasn't fooled. It pounded wildly, a rapid, staccato rhythm beneath my ribs.I cleared my throat. "So…"The word hung in the air, as if suspe

chapter 28:- I Want Him

Susan's POVAs I walked into the club, the thumping beat of the music hit me first, the bass vibrating through the floor and into my chest.I caught Rick smiling at something I couldn't quite make out yet, and I raised an eyebrow."Why are you smiling?" I asked, half amused, half curious.He shrugged, his usual natural charm fully on display. "Because last time we were here, you were drunk, and I didn't really manage to get a proper date. But now..." His smile widened. "...now you're okay, so I'm happy."I looked at him, speechless for a moment, then a small smile flickered across my lips. He's teasing me. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my amusement. We headed toward the quieter part of the club, past the flashing lights and the chattering crowd.The dim lighting was a welcome relief after the harsh glare of the dance floor. We settled into a discreet booth, and a waiter arrived almost immediately, bringing us the menus.Rick ordered wine, and I silently followed suit, my

chapter 29:- Can't Get Enough

Susan's POVI searched for the right words for a moment, my mouth opening and closing as if I were struggling with invisible sentences.Finally, the only word that came out was, "Walker?"My voice was faint, distant, as if I hadn't really heard it, or perhaps as if I'd rather not have.Rick looked at me with his patient, calm expression. "Yes," he repeated softly, "Walker."I swallowed hard, suddenly uncomfortable. My throat was dry. "I... I don't want to talk about this," I said quickly, my voice firmer this time."It's not worth talking about. But don't worry, I'm not a Walker. I'm not part of that family. Not at all." “Rick took a slow sip of his wine, his expression unreadable, his eyes glinting slightly in the dim light. “I would have known if you were one of the Walkers,” he said calmly, as if it were obvious.I frowned, genuinely surprised. “Really?”“Yes.” The confidence in his voice was almost unsettling.I straightened up. “You… know the Walkers that well?”He shrugged, a

chapter 30:- Real Connection

Susan's POVMy heart was pounding. "So, this was your plan all along?" I asked softly. "To lure me here on a date and then kidnap me and take me back to your place?"He smiled, a playful smile playing on his lips. "If you don't want me to kidnap you, why don't you kidnap me yourself? We're going in the same direction anyway."I rested my chin in my hand. "Let's say I follow you to your apartment. Tell me, what happens next?"He nodded slowly. "There's only one way to find out," he said with a sly grin, as if he knew he'd shattered all my defenses.The music in the club slowed, deepened. People started to dance. The lights dimmed even further. Then he leaned towards me, elbows on his knees. "Can I ask you something?""Go ahead.""Why were you drinking alone that night?"My throat tightened slightly. For a moment, I thought about pretending nothing was wrong. Laughing. Changing the subject.But his gaze prevented me. He wasn't trying to be nosy. He was genuinely trying to understand.

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