Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: 371-I’m Home

Gigi:

"How is everyone? How is Jenna? I’ve been so worried about her," I murmured, walking slowly beside Ragnar.

The doctor had explained my injuries to them in detail, including how rough Rocky must have been with me down there.

The truth was, Rocky could be painfully rough sometimes, but they didn’t need to know that everything between us had been consensual.

I had heard what the doctor told them about the bruises I had sustained and where he believed they had come from.

I could only imagine how badly their hearts had broken for me.

"Gigi, you should be worrying about yourself. Jenna is being well taken care of," Jaguar told me, stealing glances in my direction as they walked me toward Ragnar’s car. "The fact that she’s still what you’re thinking about makes me feel even worse that it took us so long to find you."

Once they settled me into the passenger seat, Ragnar leaned over and buckled me in.

They were treating me the way they had before, with so much care.

Except this time, I was lying.

But last time, it wasn’t only my body that had suffered.

Justin had broken my heart too.

Once everyone was in the car, I smiled at my mother as she climbed into her own vehicle to head home.

"She’s my mother. I can’t even imagine how all of this must make her feel," I murmured, sighing as I turned toward the window to hide my tears.

An awkward silence filled the car, probably because none of them knew what to say.

"Anyway, Lady Lucille and Verity are planning a beautiful mate ball for Jenna," Theodore said excitedly, rubbing his palms together. "You should get a gown too. Show the world that nobody can break you."

His words hit me harder than I expected.

I immediately turned toward Ragnar.

I could tell he noticed, but he kept his gaze fixed on the road, refusing to look at me as he drove.

Still, I knew he understood exactly what had crossed my mind.

The nerve of that old woman, planning a mate ball as though a woman from her own family hadn’t just suffered.

It was pathetic.

Throughout the car ride, Jaguar and Theodore had been busy on their phones, and I had a pretty good idea what they were doing.

They thought they were being slick, so I decided to act completely oblivious to the fact that they were planning something for me.

By the time we arrived, I could already tell they had arranged everything.

The warriors stood outside holding bouquets for me, and a huge illuminated sign above the mansion read:

’Welcome home, our Gigi. Our beloved Gigi.’

I smiled and turned in my seat to look at them.

"You guys did all this for me?" I asked, my lips trembling as tears gathered in my eyes.

"Why wouldn’t we? You’re special to us," Theodore replied, reaching between the seats to take my hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, come on. We need to get her inside. It’s almost time for her medicine," Ragnar said, stepping out of the car and walking around to my side.

He opened the door, unbuckled my seat belt, and held out his hand.

Smiling, I placed mine in his and climbed out.

The maids and servants quickly collected my bags while the warriors came forward one by one to hand me their bouquets.

I accepted each one before passing it to the maid standing beside me.

"Welcome home. I hope you’re feeling better," one of the warriors said.

I gave him a small, gentle nod, making myself look every bit like the broken, shattered soul they believed me to be.

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