Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 98

Ximena's POV

I drove towards the address the director had given me after calling the nanny to inform her that I might be arriving a little late due to work. I also tried calling Cole, but he wasn't answering my calls. He was probably busy, I thought, which was why I didn't think much of it. As I entered the borders of New Dawn Pack, a sudden tightness gripped my chest, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. Clutching my chest tightly with both hands, I momentarily let go of the steering wheel.

My eyes widened as a deer suddenly darted across the road. I swerved to avoid hitting it, thankfully managing to steer clear. The incident triggered a scene or a memory that flashed before my eyes. It was of a young schoolgirl attempting to cross the road but getting hit by a car. Although I couldn't see the girl's face, I already knew it was me. Was I recalling a memory from my accident? I thought happily. The girl was undoubtedly me. My memories were starting to resurface, and I was relieved because for all these years, I had felt lost, not knowing who I was.

The most painful part was not knowing who the father of my children was. They had Cole, who was amazing and always showed up for every father's event at their school. He made them feel loved, and I truly appreciated that. I didn't know how I could ever make up for it. However, Cole wouldn't be with us forever; he would eventually get married and start his own family. And when that happened, my children would finally feel his absence. I just knew it, and I feared that outcome, although I wasn't sure why I had that feeling. It felt so real as if I had experienced abandonment before, which was quite strange. Why did I feel like I had always been abandoned?

I sighed before attempting to start my car, but it wouldn't start. I tried multiple times but to no avail. Frustrated, I got out of the car to figure out what was wrong with it, but who was I kidding? I was no mechanic. Should I just abandon the car shift and run to the address? I thought. However, that would be uncouth and unprofessional. We were in the modern world now, and people would view me as a strange person if I did that.

“f*****g hell! Just my luck. Why did that director have to send me anyway?" I muttered angrily while kicking the tire of my car. Glancing towards the road, I checked for any incoming cars, but the path was empty. Not a single car was in sight. Frustrated, I sighed before suddenly hearing a loud roaring sound. I turned around excitedly, only to see a black motorbike approaching at high speed.

"Over here!" I yelled at the top of my voice. I knew he could see me, but I didn't want to have any regrets if he passed by. He immediately stepped on the brakes as soon as he saw me waving and yelling for him to stop. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and tumbled off his bike.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed in shock as I ran towards him. He groaned in pain, clutching his hands.

"Are you okay? You should have been more careful. Did I startle you that much? I'm sure I didn't yell too loudly, though," I said as I tried to help him up. He unclasped his helmet, using his hand to smooth down his dirty blonde hair, and looked at me in shock. "You're alive. Thank goodness. Listen, I need a ride..."

"Holy s**t! Is it really who I think it is? Am I dreaming, or did the accident mess up my head?" he exclaimed dramatically, cutting me off. He blinked several times at me.

"Okay? You seem to recognize me. You must have seen me on television or something. Yes, it's me, Doctor Ximena Blake. I'm really not in the state for a photo right now. But I can sign you an autograph. I can at least do that for a fan. Where do you want me to sign? Your shirt? Shoe? A paper?..."

"It's really you, Emma. You look and still sound the same. This is nothing but a miracle. I should offer a prayer to the moon goddess for this wonderful revelation. Where have you been for so long? You didn't even call or text. Weren't we friends? I'm so hurt by your actions," he said, cutting me off again.

"Emma again," I mumbled. There's no doubt that he really does know me. What I'm not sure of is whether they are certain that I'm really Emma or just someone who looks like her because I didn't know myself either. "What is your name?" I asked curiously. That should have been the first thing I asked before telling him to give me a ride. He frowned.

"What? Is this a joke, or did you really cut ties with us on purpose?" he asked, looking at me skeptically. I shook my head negatively. He hummed before smiling again.

"Anyway, I really missed your company so much," he said as he gathered me in his arms and pulled me into a tight hug. I kicked him in the knee just as his body touched mine out of pure instinct. It was just a reflex. He yelled. "Ouch! What was that for?" he asked in disbelief.

"I just don't like people I don't know touching me. I'm heading towards the pack house. Why don't I hitch a ride with you while we chit-chat on the way? Mr..." I trailed off, waiting for him to complete my sentence and tell me his name. "Okay, this is serious. You are Emma, but also not Emma. This is so confusing; I should call Alex right away, which is where you are headed. You're going to the pack house, right?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Great, we'll discuss this there. Hop in. I forgive you for kicking me so hard in the knee," he said as he handed me a helmet.

"I never apologized for kicking you," I deadpanned. He scoffed.

"You still haven't told me your name. How am I sure you're not some bloodthirsty rogue waiting for your next meal, pretending to recognize me? But let me warn you if you even have the slightest harmful thought in your head, I'll tear you to shreds before you even execute those plans," I threatened. He stared at me in shock.

"This is crazy. I think this is the longest I've ever heard you speak," he replied.

"Name, young man," I probed. He continued staring at me, but I narrowed my eyes at him.

He sighed. "As weird as this is, fine, I'll tell you what you desperately wish to hear. I'm Xander Torres, your favorite friend," he introduced himself with a wide smile. I nodded, wore my helmet, and walked toward his fallen bike. I lifted it from the floor. "Are we leaving, or do I have to drive this thing myself?" I inquired. He walked towards me and got on the bike.

"Hold on tight or risk falling off," he warned.

"Drive already, I don't have all day," I retorted. Before starting his bike and speeding off, Xander ensured that we arrived at the pack house earlier than I had expected. Removing my helmet, I gazed at the magnificent mansion before me. Its beauty struck me, yet I couldn't shake off the sense of familiarity as if I had been here before. Suddenly, thunder rumbled loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"This way," Xander directed, leading me inside.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but ask, "Have you been here before? Are you, by any chance, a member of this pack?"

Xander gave me a look that clearly conveyed, "Are you seriously asking me this question?" However, he sighed and relented when my relentless questioning persisted.

"I've been here numerous times. This isn't my pack, but it feels like it is," he finally admitted. I nodded in response, understanding his sentiment.

"Here we are," he announced as we stepped into the living room. As we entered, an eerie silence descended upon the room, which struck me as odd since the pack members had been chattering amongst themselves.

"Emma?" a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress exclaimed in shock, walking towards me.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I apologize for being late. My car broke down in the middle of the road. I know it doesn't justify anything, which is why I deeply apologize," I explained, paying no attention to the name she had just called me.

"We were all told that you had passed away. How could this be?" she inquired, confusion evident in her voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm here, aren't I? Alive and well," I responded. Glancing towards a face I could recognize even in my sleep, I couldn't help but point.

"And you," I said, pointing directly at him. "Perverted, psychopathic thief. What are you doing here?" I questioned, pondering why someone of his nature would be present here. The room fell into a state of surprise as everyone directed their gazes toward both of us. "What did you just call my brother-in-law?" a voice asked sternly.