You started the war

🌿✨ chapter 5 : A house that never felt like home ✨🌿

💚 The silence stretched.

Heavy. Suffocating.

Every eye still on them.

Waiting. Watching.

💚 But Skye didn’t stay.

Didn’t argue.

Didn’t explain.

🌿 She simply turned… and walked away. 🌿

🔥 Like none of it mattered.

💚 The crowd parted again—

But this time, not out of curiosity.

Out of shock.

💚 “Did she just—?”

“She slapped him…”

“Is she crazy?”

Whispers followed her like shadows.

But she didn’t stop.

Didn’t look back.

🌿 Not even once. 🌿

💚 Behind her—

Axel stood still.

Exactly where she left him.

Unmoving.

Unreadable.

💚 His friends didn’t speak.

Didn’t joke.

Didn’t even breathe too loudly.

🔥 Because they knew.

This silence—

Wasn’t calm.

🌿 It was the calm before something worse. 🌿

💚 Axel slowly touched his cheek.

The faint sting still there.

A reminder.

Of her.

💚 His jaw clenched.

Eyes darkening as he watched her disappear through the crowd.

🔥 She walked out of his party.

💚 Out of his world.

Like she wasn’t afraid of what came next.

🌿 Like she didn’t understand what she just did. 🌿

💚 A low chuckle left his lips.

Not amused.

Not happy.

🔥 Dangerous.

💚 “She walked away…” one of his friends muttered under his breath.

💚 Axel didn’t respond immediately.

His gaze still fixed on the empty space where she stood moments ago.

💚 Then—

He smiled.

Slowly.

Cold.

🔥 “Let her.”

💚 A pause.

His grip tightened around the glass in his hand.

🔥 “She won’t walk for long.”

💚 The music slowly started again.

The party continued.

But something had changed.

🌿 Completely. 🌿

💚 Outside—

The night air hit Skye’s face as she stepped out.

Cool. Sharp. Real.

💚 Her heart was racing now.

Faster than before.

Her hand still slightly shaking.

🔥 But she didn’t regret it.

💚 She kept walking.

Faster now.

Like she needed distance.

Like she needed space to breathe.

🌿 But some things… don’t stay behind. 🌿

💚 Because even as she walked away—

She could still feel it.

🔥 His gaze.

His words.

His warning.

💚 “You just started a war…”

💚 Skye stopped for a second.

Closed her eyes briefly.

Then opened them again—

Stronger.

🌿 “Then let it be a war.” 🌿

💚 And with that—

She walked into the night.

🔥 Unaware that Axel Knight had already decided…

💚 This wasn’t just about winning anymore.

🔥 It was about breaking her. 🔥

Axel's apartment

💚 The mansion stood tall.

Massive gates.

Perfectly trimmed gardens.

Lights glowing through glass walls.

🌿 Luxury. Power. Perfection. 🌿

💚 From the outside—

It looked like a dream.

Inside—

It was anything but.

💚 Axel pushed the gate open, stepping in without a second glance.

His footsteps echoed against the marble floor as the door shut behind him.

Silence.

For a moment.

🌿 Just a moment. 🌿

💚 Then—

Voices.

Loud. Sharp. Familiar.

🔥 “You think money fixes everything, Aden?”

💚 “And you think walking away fixes anything, Kate?”

💚 Axel’s jaw tightened instantly.

Of course.

Again.

🌿 Every night. The same fight. 🌿

💚 He ran a hand through his hair, already irritated.

He didn’t like coming home.

He never did.

💚 Because this place—

Wasn’t a home.

It was a battlefield.

🔥 Just like everything else in his life.

💚 “I’m done with this!” his mother’s voice echoed through the hall.

💚 “Then leave!” his father snapped back.

Silence for a second—

Then something shattered.

💚 Axel didn’t flinch.

Didn’t react.

🌿 Like he was used to it. 🌿

💚 Slowly, he walked up the stairs.

Ignoring it all.

Ignoring them.

Like he always did.

💚 But the voices followed him anyway.

They always did.

🔥 “This divorce is happening whether you like it or not!”

💚 His father’s voice dropped—cold.

“Then don’t expect anything from me.”

💚 Axel stopped halfway up the stairs.

Just for a second.

🌿 Something in him shifted. 🌿

💚 His grip tightened on the railing.

His expression darkened.

🔥 This…

This was why he never cared about anything.

Why rules meant nothing.

Why people meant nothing.

💚 Because in the end—

Everything broke.

Everyone left.

🌿 Nothing stayed. 🌿

💚 He exhaled slowly and continued walking.

Step by step.

Away from the noise.

💚 His room door shut behind him with a soft click.

Silence again.

Real silence this time.

💚 Axel leaned back against the door.

Eyes closing briefly.

For a second—

Just a second—

He looked tired.

🌿 Not angry. Not dangerous. 🌿

Just… tired.

💚 But it didn’t last.

It never did.

🔥 Because then—

Her face flashed in his mind.

Skye Anderson.

💚 The way she looked at him.

Unimpressed.

Unafraid.

💚 The slap.

The words.

The way she walked away.

🌿 Like he didn’t matter. 🌿

💚 Axel’s eyes opened slowly.

Dark again.

Focused.

🔥 “You don’t walk away from me…” he muttered under his breath.

💚 A slow smile formed on his lips.

Not soft.

Not kind.

🌿 Dangerous. 🌿

💚 “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

💚 Outside his room—

The shouting continued.

Louder now.

Breaking everything around it.

💚 But inside—

Axel didn’t hear it anymore.

🔥 Because his focus had already shifted.

💚 From his broken home…

🌿 To the girl who dared to break him back. 🌿