All Chapters of The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Let’s play a game

Thomas was Alex’s driver always where he was. But he wasn’t supposed to be a driver. He was a chef. Alex had sacked his former driver, so Thomas had to step in, and of all times, he had to bring Alex’s spare clothes now, just as he was trying to make fun of him. Damn. Thomas really need to go he jokingly thought . he sighed, stood up, and headed upstairs. That left Emma and Maya staring after them, uneasy. Romeo slid into the empty seat beside Emma. “Hey,” he said, leaning in just enough to make her notice. “Miss me?” Emma raised a brow. “I don’t miss you. Where have you been? You’ve been scarce.” “Job hunting,” Romeo laughed it off. “Gotta make money somehow in this economy. You know, unlike you guys I’m not a girl. I don’t have anything to give to get what I want.” His words hit Maya differently. Although Romeo kept talking easy and light, Maya watched him from the corner of her eye. Something about him unsettled her. She couldn’t say what it was, but she didn’t like it.

The game

The question hung in the air, and everyone tried to read Alex’s expression. His reaction would decide the answer to Maya’s question. Luther smirked. He set his glass down with a clink and stood up. Maya rolled her eyes. “Come on. Of course he’s the one who gets to make decisions without irritating Alex. The only person not scared of Alex in the whole of New York.” Luther just smiled. Obviously, that’s what he’d wanted all along. “Come on,” he said, looking around. “Suggestions, please. Emma, give a suggestion.” Romeo suddenly said Emma blinked. “Suggestion for what game? I don’t even know how to play.” “Come on, Emma, just say anything,” Romeo urged from his seat. She hesitated. “Um… I don’t know. But how about Color Name?” The room went silent. Then Luther burst out laughing, loud enough that the whole club could’ve heard it. “Color Name?” he repeated, shaking his head. “What kind of game is that? Come on, you guys, stop acting like you don’t know Emma stall

Alex chose truth

For a second, no one breathed. “Truth,” Alex said evenly. Romeo tilted his head. “Alright, Alex. Do you think the law system is biased?” The question landed like a stone Heads turned. The playful atmosphere thinned out, replaced by something heavier. “Excuse me?” Alex frowned, not sure where Romeo was going with it. “I said, do you think the law is biased?” Romeo repeated, his voice steadier now. “I mean, look at how the rich get away with things. Doesn’t that make the law partial?” Alex was quiet for a moment, something calculating flickering behind his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was calm, measured. “I believe everyone born into this world should strive to hold power for themselves. The law is only biased against the poor. So get rich, or die.” He paused, watching Romeo. “To answer you directly yes, the law is biased. But only against the people who refuse to fight for their rights.” “What!” Emma’s voice cut through the room, sharp and incredulous.

The rule

Romeo was still smiling to himself, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. “Hey,” Timothy said, eyeing him. “You good? You’ve got that look.” Romeo didn’t answer right away. “I’m good. Just thinking.” “About Emma?” David guessed, smirking. Romeo didn’t deny it. “Careful,” Timothy said quietly. “That one doesn’t play games.” Romeo’s grin returned, slow and certain. “Good. Neither do I.” David leaned forward, half teasing. “But seriously though, do you actually like her? I mean, with her shape and all…” Romeo’s eyes flicked to him. “What do you think?” “I don’t think you’re serious,” David pressed. “I mean, out of all the girls here, you picked her?” Romeo didn’t answer with words. He just stood, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. “Well, think whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said over his shoulder. Then he was gone. ***** in the car, a cold silence settled between the three of them. Thomas shifted uncomfortably in t

The day

But you just.... you just can’t give it, can you? You’re too busy running from club to club, impregnating one girl after another. He sighed, disappointment clear in his eyes The number of abortions we’ve paid for on your behalf is larger than the population of some countries.” He leaned forward slightly. “So tell me, Alnaldo.tell me , Is this how you plan to lead the Maradona enterprise? The atrocity you pulled yesterday do you know it was seen? By more people than we thought?” “And so?” Alnaldo smirked, defiant. “Dad so what? Who did I get that behavior from? Myself? Dad don’t even let us go down that way You don’t understand what is at stake now son , you just don’t I understand dad yes I was caught, but It’s not the first time. We’ll just cover it up. Silence them all.” “That’s the problem, son.” Richard voice dropped. “We tried. But we lost some. And they have the video.” Alnaldo stopped cold. “What? Dad, what do you mean we lost some? Where’s Victor ?

You are late

So.. Finally, Maya broke it. “So, Benji… why do you always wear a mask on campus?” Maya said trying to lift the silence in the car No answer. It was like she hadn’t even spoken. “It’s because he’s a celebrity,” Emmanuel jumped in, saving her. “He doesn’t want crowds.” “Oh,” Maya said, nodding slowly. “But what’s the fun in being a celebrity if you can’t mingle with the crowd?” That got a laugh out of both her and Emma They fell into easy chatter, leaving Benji lost in his own thoughts He’d come earlier, ready to pick them up, in a good mood. But the moment he saw Emma, everything shifted. Before, all he’d seen was the chubby little girl from high school the one who always had coconut candy stuck to her hands. Now… now he saw a woman. A lady. Beautiful, in a way that made his chest tighten for no reason he could explain. For a split second, he had the urge to grab her, to kiss her. Thank God Maya had spoken when she did. He wasn’t sure he could’ve stopped himself. Wai

Beauty is a mind set

A beautiful woman walked in. Stunning. Emma’s mouth parted slightly. Hair tied back, heels clicking against the floor, she moved with quiet authority. She pulled out a notepad and set it on the table. “Congratulations, everyone,” she began. “If you’re here in this studio, you’re a new Soundwave signing. We signed more people than necessary this year. Almost thirty… compared to other years. That’s supposed to tell you one thing.” She paused, letting the silence stretch. “And what’s that?” No answer. She raised a brow. “Come on. Being a Soundwave signing comes with smartness, right?” Luna, a girl near the front, stood quickly to cut the tension. “Well… it means more work is needed, and more people are needed for the job here.” The woman laughed softly. “More work is needed? More people for the job?” She shook her head. “Wrong. It’s not that. It means the more people, the more competition. So don’t relent… or you’ll be overshadowed. Is that clear?” “Yes, ma’am.

They made it

The blue room was quiet except for the low murmur of voices and the faint tick of the wall clock, like it was counting down to something. By the time Emma got there, the meeting was already halfway done. She stopped in the doorway, fingers resting on the cold metal frame. Inside, Maya was heading out, laughing at something Jonathan said. Both of them had just been cast in The Scar The director had made it clear they needed to coordinate, rehearse separately if they could, before the full cast run through. Emma didn’t step in. She’d never spoken to Jonathan before. He was the kind of popular that didn’t need to try captain of the debate team, lead in every play, the boy whose name was already on the school’s unofficial hall of fame. People like him moved through rooms like they owned the air. People like her learned to take up less of it. So she stayed back, half-hidden by the doorframe, watching. Maya talked to him like it was nothing. Easy. Her fingers brushed his sl

It’s just a phased

Back in the blue room, Emma realized Jonathan was already walking away, hands in pockets, as if he’d said enough. She let out a quiet breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Good. Now it could just be her and Maya. Maya was practically glowing, hair swinging as she moved, her energy filling the space Emma usually left empty. “Come on, Emma, let’s go,” she said, looping their arms together.“My parents are expecting me. Home’s close anyway.” “Hey, girls! Where are you off to? Want a ride?” Luther’s voice stopped them in the hallway. That smile was back the one that didn’t reach his eyes, the one that made Maya’s jaw clench. The smile he used to make people feel like saying no wasn’t an option. “No thanks,” Maya said without breaking stride, pulling Emma with her. Her grip tightened,. “And even if we needed a ride, we’d rather walk. Thanks.” Luther watched them go, smile widening into something serious , Again? Again she defies me? A low laugh escaped him,

Suiside ?

With her shoulder high she read from her “Good evening. We interrupt with developing news out of Queens. At approximately 3:40 PM today, authorities discovered the bodies of restaurant owner Marcus Clark, his wife, and their twelve year old son inside their home. Sources confirm all three died from gunshot wounds.” A photo of the Clark family appeared behind her frozen smiles that didn’t match the headline. “Police report that Mr. Clark, known for his home taste restaurant popular with local youth and public figures, Police report that Mr. Clark and his wife had engaged in a very heated argument, and based on their neighbors view they heard Mrs Clark scream for help ,the argument became so intense that he ended up killing his wife as well as his twelve year old son before taking his own life. Apparently he had called 911 just hours earlier. In that call he claimed he was in imminent danger and possessed a recording that implicated a very powerful, reputable family in the city.

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