Romans & histoires Escaped My Ex Got Snatched By His Rival

Like I was watching someone else move. Then I waited. Two minutes. The longest two minutes of my life. My mind raced through futures I did not want. Chris smiling with quiet satisfaction. Legal ties. Custody agreements. Sebastian stepping back permanently out of respect. My autonomy dissolving under obligation. The timer on my phone beeped softly. I looked down. One line. Negative. The breath that left my lungs was almost violent. Relief flooded me so intensely I had to grip the counter to steady myself. Not trapped.

According to Adrian, they would be required to leave the city and never return or make contact with anyone inside the pack without risk execution. Leon would never see his father or sister again and inherited the entire estate. Adrian assured me that even if he did occasionally speak to them or send them money, he would never punish him for it. I think he’s feeling compassionate in the wake of Julian’s disappearance. Julian had chased after Vanessa and her father once their sentence had been read. The Beta reported that he had left with them. Adrian hadn’t looked surprised, but I knew he was devastated. There was a small part of him that I knew had hoped he could someday make up with his son

“Every single day I cried over my son, wondering why he chose to run away without telling me anything.” Nandini stood slowly now. “He never picked up his phone. He never responded to my texts. It felt like he had vanished from the surface of the earth. And then I find out that you — my sister — were the one to exile him to cover up for Roman’s actions.” “Nandini it was years ago and I was trying to protect —“

I gasped so loudly i had to quickly cover my mouth with my hands to stop myself from screaming, my knees buckled; I had to grip the edge of my coffee table to stay upright. Zavier, Ivana's ex- boyfriend, that dickhead had the guts to kidnap my friend. He had broken up with Ivana because she refused to have sex with him, I was so happy that he was gone and forgotten from our lives forever, now this? “Not him,” I whispered, shaking my head, as if denial alone could undo this, “Please God not him.” I didn’t wait for more evidence, luckily I had the whole thing recorded, my thumb jabbed the screen ending the call as if cutting it would somehow cut him away. I needed to get help as soon as possib

I breathed shakily, running my fingers gently through his hair. “You’re not getting rid of me,” I whispered. “Not now. Not ever.” A nurse walked in with a clipboard. “He’s stable. You can stay as long as you need.” “Thank you,” I said. I looked back at Nathaniel, noting the weak rise and fall of his chest. Then my phone buzzed. I almost ignored it. Until I saw the title. Breaking News: Charles Donovan Has Escaped Custody. Authorities Unable to Locate Him. My blood ran cold.

Yoana steadied herself and immediately stepped forward, grabbing Nevaeh's wrist. "Let go. Now!" "This is between us. Stay out of it!" Nevaeh snapped at her, still refusing to release me. People around us had started to gather, whispering and pointing. Pain shot through my wrist. However, what disgusted me more was the way she clung to me, desperate and unhinged. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, filled with obsession and pain. Suddenly, her face overlapped with memories from my last life. I thought back to the icy, heartless expression she wore as she watched me lie paralyzed in bed.

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

Back then, we were reckless boys chasing trouble without understanding how cruel the world could become. What surprised me most was discovering that the inmate who helped me escape prison—Calum—was actually Jesse’s younger brother. Before disappearing, Calum had handed me a letter addressed to Jesse, explaining everything about my situation and warning him that my life was still in danger. By the time I reached New York, Jesse already knew who I was and why I needed help. That was the only reason I was still standing here breathing freely instead of rotting in a cell somewhere. I quickly looked away from Alex and left the table after serving the food, pretending not to notice the weight of h

“Break the agreement—even by a second—and everything disappears. The lawyers, the money, the protection. I will personally ensure you are left with less than what you had on that sidewalk tonight. In my world, there is no such thing as a partial exit.” I stared at the tablet. The screen’s glow reflected in my eyes, cold and blue. This wasn't a rescue. It was a golden cage with teeth. He was offering me the power to destroy Julian, but in exchange, he was claiming ownership of my next three hundred and sixty-five days. “You’ve been auditing him,” I realized, my eyes scanning the spreadsheets of Julian’s systematic theft. “You knew he was funneling my money into Chloe’s accounts before I even

He would regret ever making me a ghost. Tomorrow, the contract wife was going to become his worst nightmare. I checked the document on my phone once more. The signature of Alexander Sterling was clear. He had sold my rights to a rival company called Crest Estate. I was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was happening. But a pawn can become a queen if they reach the end of the board. And I was almost there. "Sleep well, Blake," I thought. "Because this is the last night you get to win."