Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Jenna:

With shaky hands, I looked at the number but didn’t recognize it.

Then the same number called again.

My mother really hadn’t been exaggerating. Whoever this was had been blowing up her phone.

I answered the call.

"Hello?" I murmured with uncertainty.

"I hope you haven’t told anyone about us."

The second I heard the voice on the other end, it felt like my soul left my body.

I rushed to the corner of the room and wrapped my free arm around myself, pressing the phone tightly against my ear.

"Why are you calling me? How did you get my mother’s number?" I demanded.

I had so many questions for this man.

He must have disguised his voice or somehow used a woman’s voice when speaking to my mother.

Otherwise, she would have asked me a thousand questions about why some man was calling her and claiming to be my friend.

"You practically led me straight to your home. Remember? I dropped you off," he reminded me.

I began to recall that first night when I had been so drunk.

Had I led him to my home? Or had he already known the address?

Of course I had led him there.

I started hyperventilating, my hand tightening around the phone as anxiety built inside me.

"If you keep bothering me, I’ll–" I threatened, taking a deep breath. "I’ll tell everyone. I’ll report you to the Alpha King brothers."

Tears filled my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away as he chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"I’ve sent you a little gift on your mother’s phone. Why don’t you look at that first, and then we’ll see who’s going to tell whom. All right?"

The way he spoke made it clear that he hadn’t called without a purpose. He had planned this.

"What have you sent me?" I questioned, drawing in a shaky breath.

"Why don’t you check it and let me know, huh? Come on. Don’t be like that," he taunted, letting out a small laugh.

I lowered the phone from my ear and checked the messages.

There was a video.

Right away, I felt as though the ground had slipped out from under my feet.

Then another appeared.

And another.

Countless videos began appearing on the phone, all from our encounters, all from the times he had been recording me.

It was as though that part of what had happened to me hadn’t even registered in my mind until now.

I drew in a shaky breath and pressed the phone back to my ear.

"What is this? Why do you have those videos? You said you would delete them," I cried.

He started laughing again.

He did that a lot.

I didn’t know what kind of evil person he was, but the more I cried in front of him, the harder he laughed.

"You said you would delete them," I cried again.

"Oh, come on. Do you still think you can question me and I’ll feel ashamed? Don’t you already know? I fucking lied to you about everything."

He spoke very softly, but there was something terrifying and haunting about his tone.

"Please delete those videos," I pleaded quietly. "Please."

"No," he replied bluntly. "If I delete them, you’ll go ahead and tell everyone. Then how will we have sex every night, huh?"

Goosebumps prickled across my skin when I heard him say that.

"But we’ve already done it enough times, right? Aren’t you bored of me? I’m pretty average," I uttered, my throat starting to go dry.

"That is true. You are pretty average," he remarked.

For the first time, I was relieved to hear someone put me down.

I wanted him to believe I was average.

I wanted him to think I wasn’t good enough.

I wanted him to tell me he was tired of me, that he didn’t find me interesting at all, that he never wanted to sleep with me again.

But why wasn’t he saying it?

"But we still have to do it. We have to finish the fifteen days. That’s it. Just a few more days, and then I’ll delete the videos. I’ll delete everything. You’ll go your way, and I’ll go mine. Okay? But you have to come to our spot tonight."

My fingers tightened around the phone, my nails scraping against it.

"Now listen. Be a good girl. Get yourself a new phone and text me from your new number, okay? And this time, don’t try to be too clever with me because now I can see what you’re doing."

His sly tone made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my head snapped around in every direction.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

He let out another chuckle before clicking his tongue.

"You’ve given me access to your life. Now I have spies around you. They’ll leave you alone and let you relax once you finish the job. Now get yourself a phone and text me. Otherwise, by this evening, those videos won’t just be sent to your family and your father. They’ll be all over the internet for everyone to see."

He chuckled before ending the call, not even giving me the chance to beg him not to do this to me.

Then again, begging him felt pointless at this point.

When I heard my mother telling the maid to bring me a tray, I immediately locked the door so I could start deleting the videos.

I deleted every single one without even trying to watch them again.

Then I deleted his number.

The entire time, I couldn’t stop crying.

Then came a knock at the door.

It turned out that the very woman I had been waiting for, the one who had offered to help me, was standing outside.

But I couldn’t tell her anything.

Because if I did, my videos would end up all over the internet.

The fact that I had gotten myself into this situation, all because I had been so hopelessly in love with Theodore, made me realize how much more I could have done with my life instead of chasing some romantic fantasy.

Now, I had no clue how to stop the blackmail.

All I knew was that, for the moment, I had no choice but to give in to it.

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