The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 171

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Blanche’s POV 1

After leaving Blissfield Villa, I drove to a nearby park.

Carry’s stubbornness and Zain’s complete disregard for her wellbeing felt like shards of glass cutting through my chest.

I wanted to fix things, to somehow make it right, but every solution I considered crumbled before I could grasp it.

Sinking onto a bench, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears fall.

Zain could go to hell for all I cared, but Carry was just a child. Without proper guidance, she’d spiral down a dangerous path.

And her chaotic sleep schedule would wreck her health completely.

The weight of it all pressed down on my ribs like a vise.

The night air bit at my skin, but the chill in my heart cut deeper.

I’d been sitting there for hours, lost in my thoughts, when a pair of shoes appeared in my line of sight.

My head snapped up.

Nathan’s face swam into focus, that sickening smirk stretching across his lips, making my skin crawl.

I bolted upright, desperate to escape.

But he slid into my path, cutting off my retreat. “Ms. Callum, it’s pretty late. A woman shouldn’t be wandering around alone. How about I

give you a ride home?”

I ignored him completely and tried to step around him.

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my arm like a trap.

I twisted away, fighting his grip. When I couldn’t break free, I fixed him with an icy stare. “I drove myself here. Save your fake concern for

someone who buys it?

Nathan’s gaze dropped to my face, taking in the evidence of my tears.

His head tilted with mock confusion. “Do you really hate me that much?”

I let out a bitter laugh. Obviously. What did you expect–gratitude?”

Something cruel flickered in his eyes, and his smile turned predatory. “Zain has moved on to Joanna anyway. If you’re looking for someone new, I’m available”

Disgust rolled through me. “Let me go. Don’t you have any dignity left?”

Instead of releasing me, his other arm snaked toward my waist.

The contact made my skin crawl, “Nathan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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His mask finally slipped, revealing the creep underneath. “Zain tossed you aside,” he leered. “But that body’s too perfect to waste. Why

don’t we have some fun? After you’re done mourning him, I might even marry you. How’s that sound?”

He dragged me closer, his breath hot against my face as he spilled his vile proposition.

I thrashed against him, throwing my head back to glare at him with pure hatred. “You sick bastard! Get your hands off me!”

Nathan’s grin widened. “What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

1 drove my knee up toward his groin with everything I had.

But he was ready for it, catching my leg with his free hand. The blow landed uselessly against his palm.

His expression darkened at my defiance. “Blanche, you little bitch–how dare you fight me?”

His fingers clawed at my shirt.

A roar cut through the night like thunder. “Nathan, you piece of shit! Touch Vincent’s woman and I’ll put you in the ground!”

It was Kingsley.

He charged in from behind me, fury radiating from every inch of his frame.

Before Nathan could react, Kingsley’s fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack.

Nathan howled, clutching his mouth as blood streamed down his chin.

“Who I touch is none of your damn business!” Nathan spat, glaring up at Kingsley through watering eyes.

Kingsley pulled me behind him, then turned back to Nathan with a cold laugh. “Try it again–I dare you. You think sucking up to Zain and

Drew makes you untouchable? Vincent would crush you like a bug. Mess with his girl? You’re not even worth the dirt under his shoes.”

Fear flickered across Nathan’s face.

Oakwood’s power structure was split clean down the middle–Zain’s faction on one side, Vincent’s on the other.

Being in Zain’s pocket didn’t mean he could afford to cross Vincent.

Kingsley’s words hit their mark, and for a moment, Nathan looked genuinely rattled.

But he puffed up his chest, trying to salvage his wounded pride. “Just wait, Kingsley. Someday you’ll come crawling to me for help,”

Kingsley’s laugh was pure contempt. “Crawl to you? In your wettest dreams, asshole.”

Nathan knew he was outmatched–no way he could take Kingsley in a straight fight. With a string of curses, he slunk away into the

darkness.

Even with a busted lip, he couldn’t do a damn thing.

In this world, without the muscle to back you up, you swallowed your pride and ran.

After he disappeared, Kingsley turned to me, his voice gentle. “You okay, Blanche?”

I shook my head, still trembling slightly. “I’m fine.”

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Kingsley noticed my red–rimmed eyes but didn’t push. Some things were better left unspoken.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered.

I managed a grateful look. “I have my car. I can manage.”

“Then I’ll follow you,” Kingsley said firmly. “I’m not leaving until I see you safely inside.”

Before I could argue, he added, “Don’t even think about protesting.”

I didn’t fight him–there was no point. So he tailed me all the way back, just like he promised.

Later, Kingsley’s phone buzzed. Vincent’s voice came through tight with impatience.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Had to make a detour,” Kingsley replied.

“What kind of detour?” Vincent pressed.

“I’ll fill you in when I get there,” Kingsley said, keeping it vague.

Ten minutes later, he strolled into the private room at the bar.

Vincent and Noelle sat alone, Vincent slumped in his chair looking like he’d eaten something rotten.

Kingsley dropped onto the couch, snagged a handful of grapes from the fruit platter, and popped one into his mouth, chewing slowly.

He glanced up at Vincent. “Ran into Blanche tonight.”

Vincent’s head had been down, but that sentence made him look up fast. “Where?”

“At the park,” Kingsley said casually.

“Hmm, Vincent grunted, looking away like it didn’t matter.

Kingsley snorted. “She looked like hell. Really torn up about something.”

Vincent’s hand clenched into a fist, but he shrugged with forced indifference. “Not my problem. I don’t give a shit.”

Kingsley knew better. He popped another grape into his mouth and continued, “Nathan was harassing her. Pretty sure she’d been crying.”

That did it. Vincent shot to his feet, his face dark as a thundercloud. Without a word, he stormed toward the door.

Kingsley chuckled, shaking his head. “I knew it. You act like you don’t care, but you’re eating yourself alive inside. Bet you’re about to break every speed limit getting to her.”

Vincent didn’t bother responding. He just picked up the pace, practically sprinting out the door.

Back at the Callum Mansion, I headed straight for the bathroom to clean up.

Later, steam still clung to the air as I stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel.

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I was working a second towel through my damp hair when I started unwrapping the towel around my body.

A loud crash echoed from behind me.

I spun around, my heart slamming against my ribs. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest, panic sharpening my voice.

“Who’s there?”

As I whirled toward the sound, I scrambled to pull the towel back up, but my clumsy movements did little to help.

My eyes went wide with shock when they landed on the figure standing in my room.

“Vincent?” I gasped.

Vincent stood frozen, his face burning red as fire.

I clutched the towel around myself desperately, but my long legs were still completely exposed, and that bare collarbone seemed to

catch his attention and hold it captive.

When he’d first entered, he’d gotten a full view of my naked back–so slender, with that delicate curve at my waist. It had scrambled his

brain and sent his pulse into overdrive.

Vincent was so rattled, he didn’t even realize he was still staring.

My cheeks blazed with heat as I snapped, “Vincent, are you just going to stand there gawking?”

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