Chapter summary of Chapter 94 – NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING:I'm the Heroine of My Own Story by Brick Moving Ant
In Chapter 94, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING:I'm the Heroine of My Own Story by Brick Moving Ant, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING:I'm the Heroine of My Own Story.
The tinge of jealousy and doubt in this interrogation gave me a brilliant idea on the spot. I was more than pleased to settle the scores with that plotter. With a soft sigh, I got up and spoke mysteriously.
“Maybe I got an IVF baby, or perhaps Jane was conceived naturally.
Who knows the truth, Leo?”
As I turned to leave, his desperate voice stopped me from behind,
“But you said it in the media that you were grieving for our baby’s loss and went to IVF method to heal.”
I spun around sharply, and raised my brow, looking straight at the nosy man.
“I said that? Then it can be true.
Or maybe not?
Don’t trust the media and news so much, Leo. Not everything on the record is true.”
...
After confusing Leo about my relationship with Bright, I asked Zoe to bid him farewell and returned home. Bright stayed for dinner, but the kids were tired after playing all day. So, they went to bed early.
We were enjoying the bliss of having a cup of coffee in silence when Bright spoke, his deep voice was laced with respect.
“It was a brave move to face Leo alone after everything, Phoebe.”
I sipped my coffee and shared my conversation with Leo. Bright was shocked by his daring.
“Leo was shot in the chest, not his head. But still, it appears that he needed psych consult. He lost it completely.”
Our discussion was only cursing Leo for his behavior, but Bright changed the topic to an interesting one.
“I have contacted my grandpa, and he is overjoyed to hear about you and Jane, Phoebe. He wanted to come right away, but his health didn’t allow him to do so.”
“Jane, mommy’s home. Where are you, my little girl? Are you alright?”
“Mommy?”
Jane’s meek voice in response flipped my heart, I ran blindly in the darkness to be with my baby.
“Mommy is coming. Stay where you are ...
Ouch!”
In the quest to see Jane, my head collided with a mountain of steel muscles. I lost my balance due to the collision. Before I could compose myself, the lights of the living room were switched on all of a sudden, blinding me with their brightness. I had to cover my eyes to save my eyesight.
Blinking my eyes rapidly, I tried to clear my vision. Jane’s cute voice raced my heartbeat.
“Mommy, can you please marry my daddy?”

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