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Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains (Victoria and Elijah) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Victoria’s POV

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We stood there in the pouring rain for minutes, letting the water drench us completely as I cried out the last of my panic against his chest.

Slowly, the wild racing of my heart began to steady, anchoring itself to the calm, heavy beat of his.

When my sobs finally subsided into quiet breaths, Elijah gently pulled back just enough to look at me.

His large hands moved to my face, his thumbs gently wiping away the mixture of rainwater and tears from my cheeks.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m here,” he said softly, his dark eyes searching mine with an intensity that made everything else melt away.

For a long moment, we just looked at each other under the dim glow of the parking lot lights.

The anger I had nursed for a week felt distant, buried under the weight of how much I fleeded him in this exact moment.

Then, as if realizing he was staring too hard, he broke the contact, his eyes dipping toward the open door of my car.

“You need to rest. Where are your things?”

Before I could even gather my thoughts to answer, his gaze drifted to the passenger seat where my backpack and textbooks were piled.

He leaned in, grabbing the heavy bag with one hand, then turned back to me, extending his other hand out.

“Come on.”

I took his hand. His fingers closed firmly around mine, warm and solid despite the freezing downpour.

Together, we ran across the asphalt toward the far corner of the lot, where his sleek sedan was idling, its headlights cutting through the sheets of gray water.

He opened the back door, tossed my soaked backpack onto the leather seat, and then turned to open the front passenger door for me.

But I didn’t move. I remained standing on the wet pavement, the rain plastering my hair to my neck, staring at him.

“Toria, come on,” he urged, his expression tightening with worry. “Get in. You’re going to catch a cold, and you need to be well to finish your last paper tomorrow.”

I didn’t answer. I just stood there, the cold water dripping down my forehead, looking at him with a heart that felt completely fractured.

“Why?” I finally whispered.

Elijah’s brows furrowed. Seeing that I wasn’t moving, he closed the car door and stepped closer to me, though he kept a careful, respectful distance between us, honoring the boundary I had set days ago.

“What do you mean, Toria?”

The rain was drenching him entirely, flattening his dark hair against his forehead, while the amber glow of the distant streetlights caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the depth of his eyes.

He looked entirely striking, almost untouchable, standing there in the middle of a storm just to make sure I was breathing.

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He had slithered his way into my life based on a lie. He had ruthlessly removed Caleb, the one person who was the foundation of his lie, from the equation entirely.

And now, despite everything he had done, he ruled my heart like a conqueror. A king I couldn’t dethrone no matter how hard I tried.

“Why did you do it?” My voice broke, a fresh wave of tears mixing with the rain on my face. “Why did you lie to me? You hurt me, Elijah. You really hurt me.”

Elijah let out a long, heavy sigh, the features of his face shifting.

In his eyes, which mirrored the black, stormy sky above us, I could see a reflection of pure pain, regrets and sadness.

His hands were trembling as he reached out and caught my wrists. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t have the strength to.

Then, to my absolute astonishment, Elijah sank down.

His knees hit the wet, hard asphalt of the parking lot, his large frame bending as he dropped to the ground right in front of me in the middle of the pouring rain.

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The sight of him-this proud, powerful man who never bowed to anyone-kneeling at my feet completely overrode every ounce of anger and hurt I had been harboring.

He wrapped his large arms around my waist, pressing his face firmly against my belly.

“Toria,” he broke out, his voice cracking, muffled against my jacket as the rain poured over his shoulders. “I ruined everything. I lied to you, I manipulated things behind your back, and I let you believe a version of things that wasn’t real. I was so terrified of losing you that I became an evil person to keep you. I destroyed your trust, and seeing the pain in your eyes this past week has been killing me. I can’t live happily knowing I’m the one who put it there. I am so, so sorry. Give me a chance to fix us.”

The words poured out of him in a desperate, breathless rush, his entire frame trembling against me as he begged.

“El… Elijah,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I looked down at him. “Get up. Please, get up.”

He didn’t move. He kept his arms locked around me, holding onto me as if I were his only anchor in the entire world.

I grabbed a fistful of his wet hoodie, yanking upward with everything I had, but he didn’t budge. Not even an inch. It was like trying to pull a concrete pillar right out of the ground.

He was just too massive, and since he was completely refusing to help me, I had absolutely zero chance of trying further.

I let my own knees give way, joining him on the wet ground.

His face was lowered, shielded from the rain. I reached out, my hands trembling as I grabbed his wet cheeks, forcing him to

look at me.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Slowly, his eyes lifted to meet mine. The brokenness in his expression made my breath catch.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks, indistinguishable from the rain, but the raw vulnerability in his eyes was unmistakable.

The sight overwhelmed me, a soft ache blooming in my chest as my thumb instinctively stroked his high cheekbone.

“I’m sorry, Zhen,” he apologised again. “I was a fucking bastard to do that to you. I was a coward.”

My heart softened, the last defenses I had built up over the past week crumbling into dust under his touch. I looked at him, my voice barely louder than the sound of the rain hitting the pavement.

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