The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 126

Chapter 119

Bella.

It’s been a week since I was brought here, and so far, they’ve all treated me decently. Too decently, maybe. But the man called Pascal hasn’t shown his face once after that day, and that’s what keeps bothering me.

I want to know why he did it, why the hell he bought me from that useless maid. I just need to know if this man is going to be a problem for me or a solution.

Maybe he’s the answer to everything that’s gone wrong with my life-or maybe he’s just another

Dylan, pretending to show care, playing the man that does not care but lock me up, until he rips everything away, throwing me in that hellhole, remembering that place sent a shiver through me.

The door opened and two nurses walked in-a male and a female.

“You’ll be discharged today, ma’am. The guards are outside waiting for you,” the woman said

politely.

I only nodded. I wasn’t about to say something that could be used against me. Not when

everything around me already felt like a game I didn’t understand yet.

The male nurse lifted me from the bed, setting me into the wheelchair, and carefully tucked my legs in as if I’d shatter if he didn’t.

They wheeled me out of the room, and as expected, two guards were standing outside. They

handed me over to them, and I said nothing. I just watched-quietly, sharply.

My mind wouldn’t stay still. It wandered into darker corners. Maybe my father wasn’t really in a bad state like they had told me. Maybe he sent Pascal. Or maybe I’ve just been tossed into someone else’s little plan again. I hate not knowing. I hate being kept in the dark-it eats at me until I feel like I

could tear through walls.

We reached the parking lot, and that’s when I saw a familiar face. A man leaning lazily against one

of the black cars we were heading toward.

When he saw me, he smiled. “Ah, you look a little better than the last time,” he said with a cocky

grin, extending a hand. “We left off on bad terms, so I’ll introduce myself properly. I’m Jack. Nice to

meet you.”

His eyes ran over my body like I was on display, and the disgust in me almost showed. But I took his hand anyway, because I’m not stupid. “Nice to meet you,” I said flatly.

I didn’t like him. I never like men who think they’re stronger than me, who wear that confidence like

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perfume. The air around him screamed power, and I hated that he knew it.

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They placed me gently into the car, still treating me like something precious. Maybe because of Pascal. Maybe because they were scared of breaking their boss’s new property.

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The drive dragged on endlessly until we arrived at a tall gate. The driver spoke into the intercom, “It’s us,” and the gate opened instantly.

It took another ten minutes from the gate to the house-long enough for me to wonder what kind of

man needed that much distance between himself and the rest of the world.

The car stopped. Three people were waiting outside, two men and a woman, none of whom I

recognized.

Jack opened my door, that smug smile still plastered on his face. “Welcome to our domain,” he

said, picking me up in his arms.

I expected him to put me in the wheelchair, but he didn’t. I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I

bit my tongue. Let them think I’m quiet. Let them make the mistake of underestimating me.

As we got closer, I studied the three of them. The woman caught my eye first. Tall, slender, with

long dark-red hair that looked like it belonged in a painting. Her gown clung perfectly to her figure-she looked like she was made to be admired.

And I hated her immediately.

That used to be me, the kind of woman men turned twice to look at. The kind that had power just by existing. But Osborne didn’t see it, did he? No, he threw me aside for a pig-a fat, pathetic thing.

What? What am I even thinking? What memory is that?

The memory came flooding down and a pain shot through my head and it hurt so much that I winced before I could stop myself.

Jack noticed. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone annoyingly fake.

But I didn’t answer. What was that memory? Why am I remembering that now? I remembered it, Osborne choosing her over me, that big for nothing. It had made me feel so worthless and now the feeling has started coming back.

“Don’t drift off,” a man’s voice said suddenly, commanding, cutting through my thoughts like a blade.

I looked up-and there he was. And if I am not mistaken that would be the man. Pascal.

His hair was brown and long, tied back in a ponytail. His beard was neatly shaped, his face carved and masculine, he wasn’t a pretty boy. He was older, maybe late thirties, and he carried himself like

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someone used to being obeyed.

“Welcome to my home,” he said, voice low and rough.

“And why am I here?” I asked. My tone wasn’t polite-it was edged, like I was daring him to lie to me.

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