Ms. Escape Marrying to Run Fighting to Rise novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 I Never Want to See You Again

Right now, all Matthew could think about was dragging Adriana back, pinning her down, and making her cry until she gave in… just to make her finally listen.

But then he thought about Natasha and felt a wave of gilt. We’re going to get married eventually.

Whatever I have with Adriana won’t last much longer.

Just then, he received a call from his assistant. “Mr. Langford, a bunch of posts just popped up attacking Adriana. Looks like her classmates started it, and now, a lot of others are joining in, trashing her online. Should I do something about it?”

Since Adriana used to be involved with Matthew, the assistant figured it was best to check with him first.

Matthew’s brows pulled together as he picked up his tablet and scrolled through the trending posts. His expression went cold.

All of it was garbage. People were claiming Adriana had shady relationships with older men and that her private life was a mess …

“Track down whoever started this and shut it down,” Mathew said sharply.

He stood up and threw on his clothes, ready to head out. Those online attacks were brutal, and he worried the stress might mess with Adriana’s health or push her too far.

I promised I’d give her protection and everything she wanted. But she never listened. She just had to go her own way.

Now, she’s the one getting hurt.

While thinking about how to straighten her out, Matthew picked up his phone and walked out.

His assistant said nervously, “Mr. Langford, I found out Cheryl paid a few of her classmates to post those things.”

Matthew’s expression turned even darker. Cheryl was only acting this boldly because she had Natasha backing her.

“Warn the people who posted. Do whatever it takes to get those posts removed,” he ordered. “And get in touch with the orphanage director. Tell her to talk Adriana out of being so stubborn. There’ll be more chances to study abroad. This one isn’t worth wrecking verything over.”

His assistant hesitated. “But … didn’t you tell me earlier report the orphanage to the authorities for an inspection? You told me to push them to relocate or rebuild.”

Matthew froze. “What? I never said that.”

That orphanage was Adriana’s last bit of security. He wanted to ask the director to help talk some sense into her–not to ruin the place.

The assistant stammered through the call, “I–It was Ms.ones. She said she was acting on your behalf.”

Matthew stood there, stunned. So, it was Natasha.

“Got it,” he said quietly, rubbing his temples after ending the call.

So, Natasha did it. But I can’t get mad at her–not when I won the one who hurt her first. Besides, I have no right to be angry. My relationship with Adriana has always been messy. Matasha’s anger is justified. Adriana isn’t completely innocent either.

Back in her tiny motel room, Adriana sat up in bed, wide awake.

What is Natasha planning? More threats? Another beating from Rufus and his crew?

Whatever happens, I have to be ready.

The owner smiled and took it without hesitation.

“No need,” Adriana said, standing up and shaking her head. “I might leave soon anyway. Don’t bother switching rooms.”

The owner said nothing else, left the card on the table, and walked away.

Adriana looked straight at Matthew. “Mr. Langford, it’s te. What do you want?”

“I got those posts taken down,” he told her. “Cheryl paid off a few classmates to do it, but I’ve handled it.” His voice softened when he saw how worn out she looked.

Seeing her like this made him feel bad but also frustrated that she still wouldn’t give in.

“If you had just listened earlier, none of this would’ve happened,” he muttered. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. “What will it take for you to come home? Why do you always have to go against me? Just once, can’t you let me win?”

It sounded like he was pleading.

But to Adriana, it was sickening.

He was the one who’d dragged her through hell. He was the one hurting her.

Yet now, he was pretending to care and acting like she was the one who was wrong–like she was the one who was broken.

“Matthew, I’m not a teenager anymore,” she said, shoving him off and locking eyes with him. “I’m not falling for your lies again. There’s nothing left between us. So, please stop showing up, and stop pretending you care. Congrats on the wedding, by the way. But I never want to see you again.”