Chapter 4 "Damian, if you'd been even a second later, I would've been ruined by those filthy rogues!" At her words, Damian's eyes filled with panic and concern, then turned ice-cold when they met mine. "Norah, apologize to Quinn. Now." As if worried I might reject, he added coolly. "If it's that big of a deal, we'll just count it as another one of the chances." I froze. Something inside my chest shattered into dust. "I told you, it wasn't me. Why won't you believe me!?" My voice was raw with exhaustion, but the strangers chose that moment to grab me, holding me back. "That's not fair to say, Luna. Look, here are the chat logs you sent us, even the payment records..." "Was it because we didn't do a good enough job? Or were we too obvious? Don't worry, Luna, next time we'll make sure it's only Quinn we go after." I looked up in horror, meeting Damian's ice-cold gaze. He believed them. His fury erupted. "Get out, all of you! If any of you dare lay a finger on Quinn again, you won't live to see tomorrow!" The group exchanged nervous glances and scrambled out of the room in a clumsy rush. My legs felt nailed to the floor. I couldn't move. Damian marched up to me, jaw clenched. "Apologize. Now." I looked at him, then at Quinn, smirking triumphantly behind him, and suddenly, I laughed. She had my brakes cut. Swapped my surgical scalpel. Damian had never once asked her to apologize. Neither of them ever felt an ounce of guilt. And now, over such an obvious, poorly staged act, he could hate me this much. Tears blurred my vision as I whispered, "You're using one of the chances... are you sure you won't regret it?" Damian scoffed. Chapter 4 3.57% "Is that a threat?" "Come on, Norah, you're not seriously saying you can't handle it, are you?" I shook my head slowly, bitterly. That was it, then. I was done. I walked up to Quinn. With me blocking Damian's view, she smirked, already savoring her victory, ready to bask in my humiliation. My palm curled into a fist. My voice came out numb. "Quinn, it was me who sent people to threaten you. I won't do it again. Please forgive me.' Damian came over, just in time to see Quinn switching back into her pitiful pout. "Oh, Luna... don't say that. I'd be grateful just to make it out alive." Hearing my apology, Damian took my hand, his tone softening noticeably. "Norah, don't do this again. Let's just move on and...' I pulled my hand away without looking up. Damia, there was no "us" anymore. "> He started to speak again, but Quinn tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. "As compensation, you have to stay at my place and take care of me. Hmph!" Damian chuckled indulgently, "Alright, alright, fine." As their laughter rang behind me, I turned and walked out of the room. The rogues who had faked everything were still gathered outside, whispering and snickering when they saw When I got home, I opened my notebook and recorded Quinn's 100th prank. I took a photo of the page. Then, without hesitation, I signed the bond-breaking deal. I called my father to let him know. Packed my bags. Headed straight for the airport. By the time I reunited with my father, Damian had just stepped out of Quinn's room, exhausted. At the corner of the hallway, he overheard those same rogues chatting. "Quinn's pranks are next level. Totally had Norah wrapped around her finger!" "Hahaha! No kidding..." Damian froze, dazed. He stepped forward, about to demand an explanation. But just then his phone buzzed. [All 100 chances are used up. Damian, let's break the mate bond. I reject you.] Chapter 4 357%