All Chapters of STOLEN BY MY THERAPIST WHO IS MY FOE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The Night in MedellinKarol Kensington POVThe progress bar on my screen crawled from ninety-eight to ninety-nine percent as my heart was beating so fast. I stared at the blue screen of my laptop, across the darkness of my Medellín apartment. It was past two in the morning. Outside, the city was dead, but the air inside my living room was suffocating; every instinct in me screamed that I should shut the laptop and walk away before it was too late.But I couldn't.My pulse beat wildly.Ninety-nine percent.One more percent,I robbed my burning eyes, exhaling a breath. Every file, every encrypted patient log, and every scrap of chemical analysis from the Kensington Institute’s servers was currently filtering into an untraceable offshore cloud drive. I was stealing from my own family. Or rather, I was salvaging whatever was left of my life before they could completely erase me.My mother had traded me to protect the Kensington business. The realization still felt like a physical blow t

Crossing The LineKarol Kensingston POVHeavy footsteps slammed into the turf marking their territory behind us. Ciro's medics finally made it, shoving me by the shoulder."Back off, Kensington!" their head physician barked, red-faced and panicked. "Get your hands off our player. We’ve got this."I tried to pull it back . It was the smart, safe, legal thing to do. But Ciro regained consciousness and his grip on my wrist tightened until it ached."No," Ciro snarled, his voice a ragged growl of absolute authority. He glared up at his own doctor, his chest heaving. "Don't touch me. Her. She does it.""Ciro, be reasonable, she's with the opposition""I said, back the fuck off!" Ciro roared, the effort draining the last bit of color from his face. He looked back at me, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity that sucked the air right out of my lungs. "Do it, Karol. Cut it."My hands were shaking for a second. Then the training took over.With his doctors watching in stunned, furious

The Boardroom PanicKarol Kensingston POVThe boardroom on the fiftieth floor of the Kensington Institute was always freezing at sixty-four degrees. My mother swore it kept the executives sharp. Sitting at the end of the long glass table today, it felt like a morgue.My knees are still pounding with a strong and steady pain, swelling, and a bruised purple knee from where I'd hit the turf twelve hours ago. I hadn't slept, and I hadn't even washed off the smell of dirt; the ghost of Ciro's blood is still stuck to my skin.On the giant screen behind us, sports channels looped the disaster over and over. The brutal tackle. Ciro hitting the dirt. And then, the ultimate corporate sin: me, wearing the Kensington crest, sprinting across the grass to touch our biggest rival's star player, the heir of our greatest rival.Esperanza Kensington stood at the head of the table. She wore a sharp white blazer, her silver hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. She didn't scream. My mother never r