My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 33: THE REAL HELL
HAVEN'S POV
The person behind me was far stronger that my struggles ended up becoming futile. His arms were wrapped like a vice around me and he had one hand covering my mouth to prevent me from shouting out to call for help.
"I need you to listen to me, Haven. I don't have long."
My struggles halted not just because the voice was familiar, but because it was one I never imagined hearing again. At least not in this place. What is he even doing here?
He roughly spun me around until my back was pressed against the wall. His hand returned to my mouth before I could utter a word.
"You need to get out of here." I could see his face a little from the light coming in from the small gap between the curtains. "You need to come home."
I lifted my hands and tried to pry his away from my mouth. This time, his hold on me loosened a bit. Even if I attempted to scream, with our proximity, he would just silence me again as quickly as I could let out a word.
"What are you doing here, Asher?" I whispered.
"I came here for you."
I shook my head in confusion. "Why the hell would you do that?"
He was as equally confused as I am as if he couldn't comprehend why I'm asking in the first place. "I'm your boyfriend!"
"You're my ex!"
Asher Kensington was the recent ex I had. There was a time that I thought that he's it. Everything was picture perfect between us. We were only two years apart in age, our families have been friends for years, we knew each other since we were little, and we're compatible in almost every aspect.
He was my first kiss, the first one I really dated that I could see a future with, and I thought the rest of my first would be his to own someday. It was like I found the prince that would fit my fairy tale story.
"You broke up with me, Asher." I shook my head with a bitter smile. "No. In fact, you ghosted me. When my family was dragged down to the bottom, you disappeared from my life. I tried asking you for help, but you didn't pick up a single call!"
His gaze flickered to the door and then he stepped closer as if he wanted to cover my mouth again before we got discovered.
Before he could do it, I pressed my lips together instead. The expression on my eyes remains defiant, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting him to prevent me from speaking again. I can't afford not to ask a question because that would mean that I won't get any answers either.
"What did you want me to do, Haven? Your family and your reputation were destroyed. Do you want us to be dragged down too? How can I help you if my family falls with you?"
