Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: 235-Blackmailed

Jenna:

With shaky hands, I looked at the number but didn’t recognize it.

Then the same number called again.

My mother really hadn’t been exaggerating. Whoever this was had been blowing up her phone.

I answered the call.

"Hello?" I murmured with uncertainty.

"I hope you haven’t told anyone about us."

The second I heard the voice on the other end, it felt like my soul left my body.

I rushed to the corner of the room and wrapped my free arm around myself, pressing the phone tightly against my ear.

"Why are you calling me? How did you get my mother’s number?" I demanded.

I had so many questions for this man.

He must have disguised his voice or somehow used a woman’s voice when speaking to my mother.

Otherwise, she would have asked me a thousand questions about why some man was calling her and claiming to be my friend.

"You practically led me straight to your home. Remember? I dropped you off," he reminded me.

I began to recall that first night when I had been so drunk.

Had I led him to my home? Or had he already known the address?

Of course I had led him there.

I started hyperventilating, my hand tightening around the phone as anxiety built inside me.

"If you keep bothering me, I’ll–" I threatened, taking a deep breath. "I’ll tell everyone. I’ll report you to the Alpha King brothers."

Tears filled my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away as he chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"I’ve sent you a little gift on your mother’s phone. Why don’t you look at that first, and then we’ll see who’s going to tell whom. All right?"

The way he spoke made it clear that he hadn’t called without a purpose. He had planned this.

"What have you sent me?" I questioned, drawing in a shaky breath.

"Why don’t you check it and let me know, huh? Come on. Don’t be like that," he taunted, letting out a small laugh.

I lowered the phone from my ear and checked the messages.

There was a video.

Right away, I felt as though the ground had slipped out from under my feet.

Then another appeared.

And another.

Countless videos began appearing on the phone, all from our encounters, all from the times he had been recording me.

It was as though that part of what had happened to me hadn’t even registered in my mind until now.

I drew in a shaky breath and pressed the phone back to my ear.

"What is this? Why do you have those videos? You said you would delete them," I cried.

He started laughing again.

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