The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 250

Don’t Shut Me Out-2

She turned at the sound of his entrance, her pale blue eyes flashing Her designer heels clicked against the floor as she stalked toward him.

“Attia.” Her voice was sharp, demanding. “We need to talk.”

He did not slow his pace. ‘Did not soften his expression. He walked past her into his office, leaving the door open behind him.

“Why are you here?” His voice was cold. Flat. The voice he used with enemies.

Monica followed him inside, her face flushing with anger.

“Why am I here? You break off our engagement-*our engagement-through a phone call to my father? No explanation. No warning. And you ask why I am here?”

Attia turned to face her.

“The engagement was a formality,” he said. “Nothing more. I made that clear from the beginning.”

Monica’s eyes widened. “A formality? We were going to be married.”

“No. You were going to be married to the idea of me. The title. The name. The family.” His voice was steady, merciless. “But I am not those things. And I will not spend my life pretending to be.”

Monica’s composure cracked.

“Who is she?” she demanded.

Attia’s jaw tightened.

“My personal life is none of your concern.”

“It is my concern when you throw me aside for some-some *nobody*! Your father told me why you reject our union.”

Monica’s voice rose, sharp and brittle. Tears glistened in her eyes-whether genuine or performative, Attia could not tell.

“This conversation is over. My decision is final.”

Monica stared at him.

“You’re serious,” she whispered. “You’re actually choosing her over me. Over my family. Over everything I can offer you.”

Attia did not waver.

“Yes.”

For a moment, Monica looked like she might crumble. Her lower lip trembled. Her hands shook at her sides.

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Then her expression hardened.

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“You will regret this,” she said, her voice low and venomous. “You will regret this, Attia Scott. I will make sure of it.”

She turned and walked to the door. Paused. Looked back over her shoulder.

“She will never be enough for you. No one will. You are broken, Attia. And broken people do not get happy endings.”

She slammed the door behind her.

The sound echoed through the office.

Attia stood in the silence, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving.

A headache was already forming behind his eyes.

He pressed his fingers to his temples and tried to breathe.

*Lori.*

The thought hit him like a wave.

Lori had seen Monica. Had heard her. Had probably put the pieces together.

And Attia had not told her.

He had not told her about the engagement. Had not prepared her. Had let her walk into his office blind and unprotected.

*Damn.*

He walked to Brentley’s desk. His secretary looked up, his face pale.

“Where is Miss Thompson?”

Brentley swallowed. “She left. Unexpectedly. She looked… upset.”

Attia closed his eyes,

*Damn. Damn. Damn.*

He pulled out his phone and typed a message.

He watched the screen. Watched the message deliver.

No response.

He sent another.

Nothing.

He tried calling. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.

Then went to voicemail.

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She turned off her phone.*

Attia’s chest burned.

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He had been so careful. So patient. He had given her space, time, the opportunity to get to know him at her own pace. And just when she was finally coming out of her shell-just when they were beginning to build something real-this had happened.

He could not let it end like this.

He could not go back to his quarters and rest, leaving the situation unresolved, leaving her to spiral into doubt and fear.

He had to fix this.

He had to make her understand.

Without conscious decision, his legs carried him out of the office, down the corridor, through the courtyard. Students stared as he passed, but he did not see them. Did not care about the curious eyes, the whispered speculation, the gossip that would surely spread.

Let them talk.

Let them wonder.

He had spent years hiding. Years building walls. Years pretending that he did not need anyone.

But he needed her.

And he would not let her slip away because of his own cowardice.

He found himself outside her door.

The hallway was quiet. Most students were in classes or at the canteen. But there were always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching.

He did not care.

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