My Villainess Script Has A Glitch Chapter 13

My Villainess Script Has A Glitch Chapter 13

Nathaniel and I stayed like that — not together, not apart, with no real label.

He kept trying to test the waters with me, all casual, like it didn’t matter. I never took the bait.

In the meantime, Nathaniel made his move against the Thorne family. He cut his stepmother and stepbrother out completely.

He left the old man in the hospital — alive, if you could even call it that.

Everyone said he was ruthless, that all he cared about was money.

Blair invited me out for coffee. The place was new — a hotspot crawling with socialites.

Even at three-thirty on a weekday, it was completely packed.

Victoria Montgomery was holding court at a nearby table.

“That bastard is going to end up just like his mother,” she said. “Dead and forgotten.”

“Everyone knows my son is the real heir,” she went on. “That boy is nothing — an illegitimate nobody who stole what belonged to us.”

“No one raised him right, and his own father died because of him,” she said. “That boy is cursed.”

I was on my feet before I even realized it.

“Victoria,” I said. “Heard you’re still drowning in debt. How did you even afford this place — is someone else picking up the tab?”

I looked at the women around her. “Her family is going under. I’d be careful who I was seen with if I were you.”

The table cleared out in seconds.

“This doesn’t concern you, Chloe,” Victoria said.

“Just a friendly reminder,” I said. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve. Pay the bank back before you’re out looking for a bench to sleep on.”

That evening, I walked through the door, and Nathaniel’s arms came around me from behind.

I tried to pry him off. He only held on tighter.

“Just let me hold you,” he said. His voice was wrecked.

His tears soaked into my shirt, so hot they felt like they were searing my skin.

[I’m actually crying. Finally someone stood up for him.]

[She is such a queen for this.]

[This is a childhood-sweethearts redemption arc, and I am destroyed. She protected him when they were kids, and she’s still doing it now.]

[She’s always been the one. She’s always been his first love.]

[She obviously still has feelings for him. You don’t go off on someone like that if you don’t care.]

[Nathaniel almost lost it when he found out what she did. He went straight home, held onto her, and cried. This man is a golden retriever.]

“Don’t read into it,” I said. “What I did today wasn’t about you.”

Nathaniel held me tighter.

“I know,” he said. “I’ll keep trying.”

I lowered my eyes so he wouldn’t see me smile.

I came out of the shower and stopped dead. Nathaniel was wearing a lace nightgown.

His face and neck were flushed. The lace stretched tight across his chest — clearly not made for someone built like him.

But that face. God, that face.

Blair once said he had the kind of face that could start a religion.

“Chloe.” The way he said it made my name sound like a sin.

I swallowed hard. I was hopeless.

Everything after that blurred together.

The comments lost their minds.

[OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY DID IT. He wore the nightgown. He’s doing EVERYTHING for this woman.]

[This level of dedication is insane.]

[Who said he’d be embarrassed? He’s literally thriving because she can’t stop staring.]

[Drop the Patreon link. I will pay to read the rest.]

A few days later, the Montgomery family was officially declared bankrupt.

Nathaniel went back to his mother’s house.

He was sitting on the couch, staring blankly toward the kitchen, his eyes somewhere far away.

“Mom, I hated him,” he said. “I hated how weak he was, how useless.”

“But he still followed you to the grave anyway, without a second thought.”

“Everyone who hurt you has paid for it. But I don’t feel the way I thought I would.”

“Maybe it’s because I still don’t have a home.”

The front door creaked open. I walked in.

“Nathaniel. Mom says to come home for dinner.”

His eyes welled up.

He looked at me, utterly shattered, and didn’t say a word.

That look cut into me. Not sharply — slowly, dully, finding every soft place in me.

And just like that, I was back at the beginning.

His eyes back then had looked the same — guarded, careful, hiding something already broken.

I walked right up to him and took his hand.

“My name’s Chloe. This is my favorite teddy bear. I’m sharing it with you, and we’re going to be best friends.”

And now, all these years later, I did the same thing. I walked across the room and put my arms around him.

“Nathaniel. I have a home. I’ll share it with you.”

He buried his face against my chest. His arms tightened around my waist until I could barely breathe.

“Am I your boyfriend now?” he said.

“No,” I said. “You’re on probation.”

“How long?”

“Depends on my mood.”

“Chloe,” he said. “Why did you tell them you’d dump me once I fell for you?”

“Are you stupid?” I said. “Some idiot offered five hundred and twenty thousand grand. Did you really think I was going to leave that on the table?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I really am.”

— The End —