His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 36: All Lies

Chapter 36- All Lies

Tyler's POV

I didn't wait for Declan's response. Instead, I grabbed the door handle, swung it open, and without another word, slamd it right in his face.

I exhaled sharply, trying to push down the irritation bubbling inside . But the mont I stepped inside, my entire body tensed.

There was soone else in here.

A woman.

Wearing nothing but a towel.

She stood near the bed, drying her damp hair as if she owned the place. I let out a frustrated groan, dragging a hand down my face.

"You've got to be kidding ," I muttered under my breath. Did Declan seriously bring to the wrong room? Was this so kind of joke?

The woman turned to , her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. But what caught my attention wasn't her looks—it was her lack of reaction. No scream. No shock. Nothing.

Shouldn't she be freaking out? Shouldn't she be covering herself, yelling at to get out?

Unless...

Soone sent her.

I narrowed my eyes. "Is this your room?"

She shook her head, still smiling. "Nope."

I clenched my jaw. "Then why the hell are you here?" My patience was already razor-thin, and her presence was only making things worse.

She took a slow, deliberate step toward , tilting her head playfully. "You know, when they told you were a fine piece of cake, I didn't believe them." She licked her lips. "But now that I see you in person... I get it."

I stared at her blankly.

Was she serious?

I took a step back, disgust curling in my stomach. "Don't co any closer unless you want to find yourself outside, half-naked."

Her confidence wavered for a second, and she quickly straightened up, her playful act faltering.

"Who sent you?" I asked, my voice hard, my patience gone.

She hesitated before answering. "Mrs. Naomi sent ."

I inhaled sharply through my nose, biting back a curse.

Of course.

"She told to help you feel at ho," the woman added, her voice sweet, but I wasn't buying it.

"Did I ask for help feeling at ho?" My voice was sharp, laced with disgust. I didn't even bother hiding it.

For the first ti in my life, a half-naked woman standing in front of did absolutely nothing. No excitent, no attraction—just irritation and exhaustion.

I just wanted her gone.

"Get out," I said coldly. "Before I count to five."

Her eyes widened.

"One."

She quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor.

"Two."

She rushed to the door, fumbling with the handle.

"Three."

She yanked it open.

"Four—"

Before I could finish, she was gone, scurrying down the hall like a scared rabbit.

I exhaled through clenched teeth. "Insolence."

I shook my head, shutting the door behind her.

I didn't rember making a damn list of 'services' I needed. Instead of focusing on the wedding, they were busy pulling this kind of crap.

I tossed my bag onto the bed, already exhausted from everything. But just as I was about to sit down, I froze.

Had she been on this bed?

The thought alone made my stomach turn.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. Why the hell was I suddenly so disgusted? This was new.

I decided not to think too hard about it. Instead, I stripped off my clothes and made my way to the bathroom. A cold shower would help clear my head.

I turned on the water, letting it run over my skin, washing away the lingering frustration. My thoughts were blank as I stood under the spray, eyes closed.

Ten minutes passed. Maybe more.

Eventually, I stepped out, dripping wet.

I wasn't familiar with the room, so I had to search for a towel. After opening a few drawers, I finally found one neatly folded. I wrapped it around my waist and fell onto the bed without bothering to put anything else on.

The second my back hit the mattress, I was out.

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A loud, blaring noise jolted awake.

I groaned, blindly reaching out and smacking the alarm clock until it shut up.

Who the hell set that?

First the woman, now this? Why were these people doing things I never asked for?

I rolled onto my side, my eyes half-open. The room was still dim. It wasn't even fully morning yet.

With a sigh, I grabbed my phone to check the ti.

6:40 AM.

I cursed under my breath.

Too early.

Even if I wasn't feeling sleepy anymore, I wasn't about to get up. I turned onto my stomach, determined to at least lie there until sleep found again.

But just as I was getting comfortable, there was a knock on the door.

I shut my eyes tighter. Maybe if I ignored it, they'd go away.

The knocking ca again, more insistent.

I exhaled sharply.

Great.

Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the door and yanked it open.

A maid stood there, her head slightly bowed. "Good morning, Sir Tyler," she said apologetically. "I'm sorry for waking you."

I stared at her blankly. "What do you want?"

She shifted nervously. "Mr. Declan asked to drop off your suit and other necessities so you can get ready. He wants you to et him in the lounge as soon as possible. You'll both be driven to the venue together."

I didn't respond.

Instead, I just grabbed the suit from her and shut the door in her face.

I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

I tossed the suit onto the bed and walked over to the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I stared at my reflection.

A whole day of pretending.

Pretending Declan was the perfect father. Pretending this wasn't the biggest joke of my life.

For my mother's sake, I'd go along with it.

But Declan better not push his luck.

After freshening up, I returned to the bed and started getting dressed.

First, the crisp white shirt. Buttoning it up, smoothing out the fabric.

Next, the deep charcoal-gray suit. I shrugged into it, adjusting the shoulders.

Then the wristwatch—a sleek, silver piece that fit perfectly on my wrist.

I slid a simple ring onto my finger. Nothing flashy, just enough to complent the look.

But when I went to put on my shoes...

There were none.

I checked the bag again. Nothing.

I cursed under my breath. "You've got to be kidding ."

Did they seriously forget to bring my damn shoes?

How the hell was I supposed to find soone in this giant mansion to fix this?

I checked the wardrobe for anything usable. Nothing.

Annoyed, I slipped on a pair of flops and stord out of the room.

The house was huge, and I had no idea where I was going.

After several minutes of wandering aimlessly, I heard voices.

Familiar voices.

I moved closer, carefully staying out of sight.

It was Declan.

And that guard.

Sothing about the way they were talking made my gut twist.

I crept even closer, my heart starting to race.

"How could you act like a fool in Tyler's presence?" Declan's voice was sharp, angry. "Do you want him to find out we didn't take his mother to the apartnt he thinks we did?"

I felt my blood turn cold.

What the hell was he talking about?

"Do you want him to start suspecting us?" Declan snapped.

I held my breath, pressing against the wall, my hands curling into fists.

The guard spoke hesitantly. "I apologize, Boss. But... that's not the main problem."

"Then what is?" Declan demanded impatiently. "You know Beatrice isn't important to . She's nothing. I don't want to be disturbed—"

My heart stopped.

Then the final blow ca.

"Boss," the guard said, "I ca to tell you that Tyler's mom, Beatrice... was kidnapped last night."

My world froze and everything stood still