After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 97

Another voice interrupted. "What about Nathan’s proposal? Did you really just reject him in front of everyone?"

I turned to face them, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. They were so focused on the ring, as if that was the biggest scandal here. "Yes, it’s the Heart of the Moon," I replied, raising my hand again so they could get a better look. "And as for Nathan—he’s my ex-husband. There’s nothing more to say."

But of course, that wasn’t enough for them. They kept pushing, their questions becoming more invasive. "Did you break up Sienna and Nathan’s family?" one reporter asked, shoving a microphone toward me.

"No," I said firmly, but they wouldn’t stop. Another voice rang out. "Is there any truth to the rumors that you’ve been secretly seeing Nathan this whole time?"

I shook my head, feeling frustration build inside me. This wasn’t what I had come here for. I glanced around, looking for an exit, but the crowd was too thick. Just as I was about to snap at them, I saw Issca’s car pull up outside the venue.

Issca waved from the driver’s seat. "Grace, over here!"

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the shouts and questions behind me, and made my way to the car. As soon as I climbed in, Issca hit the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped away, leaving the chaos of the venue behind us.

But the reporters weren’t ready to give up. In the rearview mirror, I saw several cars following us, their headlights glaring in the fading light. Issca glanced at me, his face set with determination.

"Hold on tight," he said, gripping the wheel. "This is going to get rough."

He floored the gas, and we shot forward, weaving in and out of traffic with a precision that made my heart race. The city blurred around us as we sped through the streets, the reporters trailing behind, struggling to keep up.

I leaned forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "They’re not going to let us go that easily."

Issca smirked, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "They won’t catch us."

A smile spread across my face. It felt nice to have someone looking out for me after everything I had just been through. I was happy to see Issca, almost like he was an old friend. "I guess I’m becoming quite the spectacle," I said, my voice full of irony.

After a few minutes, we reached a cozy pub tucked away on a quieter street. Issca parked, and I followed him inside, the warmth and buzz of chatter enveloping us.

Once we settled into a small booth, I ordered a drink while Issca browsed the menu. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of ease in his presence, as if I were reconnecting with an old friend.

"So, what’s been going on with you?" Issca asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

I took a deep breath, ready to spill everything. "Well, there’s a lot to tell," I began, recounting the drama of the day—the proposal from Nathan, the chaos with Sienna and Stefan, and the emotional whirlwind I was caught in.