He Lost His Mind When He Broke My Rules Chapter 08
Dylan stuck the USB drive from the envelope into his computer. Only a short video played.
The explicit scene on screen made his blood run cold.
It was Chloe in bed with another man, no shame at all.
The man touched her flat stomach, joking.
Your belly’s going to show soon. Better find the baby a
sucker to raise it.
How about Dylan Sterling? He’s rich, stupid, and easy
to fool.
Fine. On the cruise, I’ll find a way to kill him.
The video cut to clear cruise security footage–much sharper than the one Chloe had shown.
It clearly showed Chloe slipping into a corner,
changing into an orange dress identical to mine, then shoving Dylan off the ship.
She rushed back to the party, screaming and lying,
blaming me for everything.
Chloe had acted so perfectly she’d fooled Dylan
completely.
He slowly turned to face her. Chloe was white with fear, shaking her head.
Dylan, it’s not what it looks like! Clara set this up! She
knew this would happen and faked the video to turn us against each other!
She tried her old innocent act. But this time, Dylan.
didn’t believe her.
He ordered his men to investigate. The full truth came back quickly.
It was worse than the video showed.
Chloe wasn’t from an ordinary family. She was the
daughter of Dylan’s old enemy.
Her family’s company had collapsed, her father died in prison, and she’d sworn revenge.
The kidnapping six months ago–she’d planned it all.
But I’d helped Dylan escape.
Still bitter, she staged car accidents and food
poisoning, but Dylan survived every time.
When her plans failed, she pretended to be sweet and
innocent to get close to him.
She faked a pregnancy to trick him, then tried to kill
him on the cruise.
Holding the evidence, Dylan felt ice run through his
veins.
“You bitch!”
He hit her again and again, every strike full of hatred.
Chloe dropped the act, screaming insults.
Dylan couldn’t stand it. He whispered to his guards.
“Take her away. Deal with her.”
The house went quiet. But Dylan’s mind was racing.
He used every connection to find me. For days, there
was no trace.
The few broken rules he had left were already expired.
Every day he lived, his fear grew.
Just as Dylan fell into despair, a subordinate ran in.
“Mr. Sterling! We found her. Mrs. Bennett is in Country A.”
Dylan didn’t waste a second. He booked the fastest
flight.
He arrived exhausted at my apartment building.
The second I walked down, he rushed over, grabbing my arm, begging.
“Clara, I’m so sorry. I was blind and hurt you. Please
come back.”
“I’ll follow every rule you make. I promise.”
I looked at his desperate, pitiful face and found it absurd.
“Mr. Sterling, I don’t want your apology. And you’re not sorry you’re just scared to die.”
All you care about is your own life.
If none of this had happened, you’d still be with Chloe.
You wouldn’t even remember me.
My words were cruel, stripping away his last dignity.
He blushed, unable to deny a single word.
After a long silence, I spoke softly.
“Dylan, I can’t see your death anymore.”
He froze.
I wasn’t lying.
Maybe I still could. But my heart was dead. I wouldn’t waste my life protecting someone who’d never loved
me back.
Dylan tried to say more, but the cold resolve in my eyes
made him fall silent.
He could only watch as I turned and walked into the
building
He refused to leave. He rented an apartment nearby,
clinging to the last bit of hope.
But without my warnings, Dylan was trapped in
endless terror.
He locked himself in his room, too afraid to step
outside.
Every little noise made him jump, convinced death was
coming for him.
Not long after, a sudden earthquake hit the city.
Loud alarms blared. Everyone ran for their lives.
The news repeated:
No major collapses reported. Only one fatality: a male citizen from Country C who refused to evacuate and
was trapped inside his home.
I stared at the familiar address on the screen. My fingers stilled for a second.
Some people were meant to die, no matter how hard
you tried to save them.
Maybe the day Dylan shielded me from the car crash three years ago–he’d already died then.
The man who lived after that was just my desperate wish to keep him alive.