All Chapters of Security Question: My Only Love Is You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosalie Vaughn looked at me as I rummaged through the trash can, a flash of bewilderment crossing her eyes before it was quickly replaced by utter disgust."Theodore Langley, how long are you going to keep this up?"She kicked the trash can away. Half a piece of stale bread rolled out, coming to a stop right next to her expensive high heels.It was covered in dust and mold.I stared blankly at that piece of bread, my throat involuntarily swallowing. It was the biological response of a man who was utterly starving.I tried to crawl over to pick it up, but a leather shoe pinned my hand to the floor."Rosie, don't waste your breath on a psycho," Sebastian Crowe said with a soft chuckle.He held a delicate handkerchief over his nose, looking down at me with pure disdain. "This place is an absolute pigsty. Mr. Langley, you used to be the heir of the Langley family, so how did you end up in this situation?"He pressed down hard, his stiff sole grinding against the bones in my hand.

To humiliate me, Rosalie started a livestream across all major social platforms.The headline was jarring—"Tracking Down the Runaway Scammer: The Pathetic Reality of the Langley Family Heir".The second the stream went live, the viewer count spiked. After all, Rosalie was now a rising tech mogul, while I was the legendary ex-boyfriend who had allegedly run off with her money.The narrow hallway of the rundown complex was soon packed with neighbors and live-streamers looking for a spectacle.The old woman living next door, who never missed a chance to take advantage of me, was now spitting into the camera lens just to suck up to Rosalie."Oh, that Theodore boy has always been a mess!" she crowed. "He's always bringing sketchy girls back here, and they often cause a ruckus in the middle of the night."The chat overflowed with comments calling me a "scumbag", a "con artist", and a "piece of trash"."I feel so bad for Ms. Vaughn. He almost got her killed back then.""Doesn't he hav

Isabelle Langley looked like a woman who had just crawled out of the trenches of hell and had absolutely nothing left to lose.Before the two bodyguards could even register what was happening, she was already right in front of them.She swung a heavy iron pipe with a deafening whistle, slamming it straight into one man's knee.The sound of shattering bone echoed through the corridor. The bodyguard collapsed in agony, hitting the floor hard.Isabelle didn't even spare him a glance. Whipping around, she drove her elbow forcefully into the other man's temple.Her movements were lightning-fast, precise, and brutal. Within seconds, both men were on the floor, groaning in pain.Isabelle tossed the pipe aside and rushed over to pull me into her arms. Seeing me drenched and covered in bruises, her fierce eyes reddened."Theodore…" Her voice shook, thick with sadness. "Don't be scared. I'm here now. I'm sorry it took me so long."She quickly shed her coat, which carried the crisp, freez

The engagement party was held at the most lavish seven-star hotel in the city, and the blinding glare from the crystal chandeliers made my eyes ache.I was clad in an ill-fitting server's uniform. The sleeves were a bit too short, exposing the dense cluster of needle tracks scoring my forearms.They were the scars left behind from all the times I had to sell my own blood just to scrape by these past few years.The guests were dressed to the nines, glasses of red wine in hand as they mingled.The moment they saw me walk in, a wave of hushed whispers rippled through the crowd."Is that Theodore? God, how did he end up like this?""I heard he went totally nuts. Now, he's working as Ms. Vaughn's personal servant.""Talk about payback. Remember how arrogant he used to be?"Their mockery crashed over me like a tidal wave.Keeping my head down, I held a serving tray and moved mechanically through the crowd.Meanwhile, Sebastian was dressed in a pristine white custom suit worth milli

Just as my consciousness began to blur and a blood-red haze filled my vision, the screen suddenly went black.The room erupted into a frenzy of murmurs.A moment later, a new video flickered to life.It wasn't the footage of Isabelle being attacked. It was the surveillance footage from a hospital corridor seven years ago.The picture quality was a bit grainy, but it was clear enough to recognize every single face.In the video, I stood in front of a doctor, frantically clutching his white lab coat."Doctor, please, you have to save Rosalie. I don't have any money left, but I can sell a kidney… I'll sign any contract you want. Just save her. You can have my life if that's what it takes."Then, the scene cut to another angle.I was lying in a hospital bed, looking incredibly frail after having just come out of surgery.Sebastian walked into the room. He reached right under my pillow and pulled out a debit card, the one holding every single dollar I had scraped together from sell