Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 29: 29-Somebody Broke Into My Home

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I had just made the situation even worse.

An amused look crossed Ragnar’s face.

He probably knew he would never let me live that comment down.

"Why? How are they as bosses?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower.

I watched him closely, noticing that he had stopped blinking and even stopped moving his finger.

At that moment, I felt like he either wanted to know what was going on between me and his brothers, or he was trying to figure out whether I felt some hatred towards all three of them.

Because if I did, it would prove that I was here with malicious intent.

"Actually, Alpha King Theodor and Alpha King Jaguar are very gentle in their approach. They’re understanding and kind. They have a lot of empathy."

I quickly added,

"I’m not saying you don’t. It’s just that you don’t show it."

I was trying to do damage control.

I wanted to give the most neutral answer possible, something that wouldn’t make it seem like I was judging the brothers.

"I mean, I don’t think you’re not a good person."

The moment the words left my mouth, I watched his smile widen.

It was the first time I’d seen Alpha King Ragnar smile.

For a second, I thought I’d done a great job.

Then he brushed a finger against his nose before lowering his hand.

Tilting his head, he held my gaze.

"Have you watched Pinocchio?"

The name alone made my heart sink.

"Never mind," he muttered.

He picked up his phone and leaned forward, focusing on whatever the hell he was doing.

I stared at him for a few seconds before turning away and looking out the window.

He thought I was lying.

Or maybe he knew I was.

We didn’t speak again for the rest of the trip.

After an exhausting day of travel, we finally made it home.

When we stepped off the plane, he instructed his driver to drop me off.

I didn’t protest. I was exhausted and more than happy to accept the ride home.

The moment I arrived home and climbed out of the car, I spotted Mrs. Baker, the neighborhood busybody, standing outside as though she’d been waiting for me.

As soon as she saw me, she let out a scoff.

"Now what kind of job requires a young woman to stay away from home for days?"

I didn’t respond.

Everyone ignored her because we knew she was looking for a reaction.

"Dressed up as if you’re some CEO," she grunted, scrunching her nose.

Our eyes met for a brief moment before I looked away.

Walking past her on my way home was difficult.

Her stare had a way of unsettling people.

Most would stumble under the weight of her harsh glare.

"Some men came looking for you," she remarked, a cigarette dangling between her fingers.

I paused and turned toward her.

She has finally managed to catch my attention.

"Who?"

She took a slow drag before curling her lips into a smirk.

"No idea. Maybe someone you owe money to," she shrugged.

"I don’t owe anyone any money," I hissed back at her.

"Well, they broke into your house and hauled off the TV, the refrigerator, and a few other valuables." The way she spoke so casually made my jaw meet the floor.

My stomach dropped.

I spun toward my front door.

Just like she said, my house had been broken into.

The door’s lock was gone and the house was filled with cigarette smell as if someone had been smoking here too.

I walked inside and looked around before heading to the kitchen to grab a knife.

For the next few minutes, I searched the house, making sure whoever had broken in was truly gone.

Once I was certain the intruder had left, I turned my attention to the damage.

Just as Mrs. Baker had said, they had taken all my valuables and all my savings.

But none of it made any sense.

"Did you see who they were?" I asked Mrs. Baker.

She shrugged and took another puff from her cigarette.

"Were you there when they took everything?" I pressed, growing frustrated.

Thankfully, I still had my phone and laptop with me.

Once again, she shrugged.

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I was in the middle of speaking when my head snapped to the side.

I watched her daughter arrive with her boyfriend.

Her daughter was just like her.

She was always smoking, covered in tattoos, and quick to judge other people.

Yet Mrs. Baker always seemed more interested in judging everyone else than her own daughter.

Misty stepped out of a cab with her boyfriend, Tom.

They were carrying a brand-new TV.

Mrs. Baker immediately straightened and glanced at me before looking back at her daughter.

"Mom, look! We bought a new TV!"

Misty practically skipped toward her mother. Then she noticed me and quickly looked away.

The timing of it felt wrong.

I knew their family struggled with money.

How the heck did they suddenly have enough money to buy a new TV?

Alarm bells immediately started ringing in my head.

"Oh, hello, miss ’I work for a big company’," Misty remarked with a chuckle.

That chuckle felt like a direct blow to my pride.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were watching my face, waiting for a reaction.

As if to say that even if I had my suspicions, what could I possibly do about them?

But there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t accuse them of anything.

They were the worst people in the neighborhood.

If only I had a camera, I might have had some kind of proof.

But I couldn’t just let the matter go.

"You know who stole my things, don’t you?" I asked, my fists clenching at my sides.

I watched both of Misty’s eyebrows rise, as though she was offended by my audacity to question her mother.

"Even if I did, what could you do about it?" Mrs. Baker asked with a smirk.

Her daughter quickly joined in.