Chapter: Chapter FortyLenaThe darkness swallowed everything.Damien's hand was the only thing I could feel.His fingers locked around mine, warm and desperate, as the ground trembled beneath our feet. Somewhere in the distance, the guardian roared again, and the sound traveled through the mansion like thunder trapped inside the walls.But the voice in my mind remained calm.Patient.Almost loving.Come home, Lena.I squeezed Damien's hand."Did you hear that?""Hear what?"I turned toward him, but I could barely see his face."The voice."His thumb moved over my knuckles."What did it say?"My throat tightened."It called itself my first mother."For a moment, Damien didn't answer.Then he pulled me closer."Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."I wanted to believe him.God, I wanted to believe him.But something about that voice had reached a place inside me that Damien couldn't touch. It felt older than my memories, older than the mansion, older than the secrets my family had spent generatio
Huling Na-update: 2026-10-15
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-NineLenaThe darkness didn't disappear.It changed.One moment, I was standing beside Damien in the corridor beyond the sixth door, Elena's voice still echoing behind us.The next, the darkness around us seemed to breathe.Not metaphorically.It actually breathed.The walls expanded.Contracted.Expanded again.A deep vibration moved beneath my feet, so low that I felt it in my bones before I heard it.Damien's hand found mine immediately.His fingers closed around mine.Warm.Solid.Real."Stay close," he whispered.I almost laughed."Do you really think I was planning on wandering off?"His mouth curved slightly."With everything we've discovered about you, I'm not taking any chances."Despite everything, the tiny smile made something inside my chest loosen.Then the floor trembled.The smile vanished.A crack appeared beneath our feet.I froze."D amien.""I see it."The crack spread.Black light poured through it.Not darkness.Light.A strange, silver-black glow that looked almost li
Huling Na-update: 2026-10-03
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-EightLena“Lena!”My mother's scream tore through the darkness.I didn't think.I ran.“Mom!”Damien was immediately beside me.“Wait!”But I couldn't.For nineteen years, I'd believed my mother was dead.Then I'd believed she was alive.Then I'd been told she'd been taken.Now I was being told the woman upstairs wasn't even my mother.And somewhere behind this door, someone was screaming my name.I couldn't stop.The corridor beyond the sixth door was narrow.The walls were made of black stone.There were no lights.Only small silver symbols glowing beneath our feet.Every few steps, one illuminated.The first showed the symbol of the heir.The second showed the protector.The third—was a mother holding a child.I stopped.My fingers trembled.Damien caught up with me.“Are you okay?”I touched the symbol.A memory exploded inside my mind.My mother holding me as a baby.Her voice.Her heartbeat.Her tears.I'll always find you.I gasped.Damien caught me before I fell.“What did you see
Huling Na-update: 2026-10-01
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-SevenLenaThe baby cried again.A small, frightened sound.Yet somehow it filled the entire underground chamber.I stood frozen.My hand was still against the fifth door.Damien stood beside me, his palm pressed against the symbol next to mine.Neither of us moved.The cry came again.My heart twisted.I knew that sound.Not because I remembered being a baby.That was impossible.I knew it because something inside me recognized it.Me.I was the baby.The realization made my stomach turn.Damien looked at me.“Lena?”I couldn't answer.I stared through the open doorway.Beyond it was a small room.Unlike the rest of the underground complex, this room wasn't cold or industrial.There were shelves.A wooden crib.A rocking chair.Photographs.Old books.And on the far wall was a large portrait of a woman holding a newborn baby.My mother.I stepped inside.Damien followed immediately.“Careful.”I nodded.My eyes moved toward the crib.It was empty.But beside it sat a small silver bracelet.
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-29
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-SixLena“THE HEIR HAS RETURNED.”The voice rolled through the underground chamber.It wasn't loud.It didn't need to be.The words seemed to come from everywhere.From the walls.From the floor.From the darkness beneath us.I couldn't breathe.Damien's arm tightened around my waist.“Don't look down.”Naturally, I looked down.Two enormous eyes stared back at me from the darkness.They weren't human.They weren't completely animal either.They glowed with a pale, unnatural light.Then something moved.The floor trembled.My grandfather took a step backward.“No.”The founder turned toward him.“You remember.”My grandfather shook his head.“It was destroyed.”“No.”The founder's expression was grim.“It was buried.”Antonio stepped closer.“What is it?”The founder looked at him.“The first guardian.”My mother whispered:“That's impossible.”“You've spent nineteen years believing many impossible things.”The founder looked toward me.“This is the oldest one.”A deep growl echoed beneat
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five Lena “Hello, Damien.” The words left my mouth. But they weren't mine. I knew that immediately. I felt my lips move. I heard my own voice. Yet the tone was wrong. Too calm. Too cold. Too familiar. Damien stared at me. His face had lost every trace of color. “Lena?” I wanted to answer him. I tried. Nothing happened. My body wouldn't move. My throat wouldn't obey me. My mind screamed his name, but my mouth remained perfectly still. Then I heard the founder's voice inside my head. Do you remember me now? I squeezed my eyes shut. Get out. A quiet laugh answered me. You still don't understand what I gave you. I opened my eyes. Damien was still standing in front of me. His gun was lowered. He wasn't looking at the founder. He was looking at me. “Lena,” he whispered. I tried again. “Damien…” This time, my own voice came out. Weak. Terrified. His eyes immediately changed. “You're there.” I nodded. The founder smiled. “Of course she's there.” Damien lo
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-20
Where fear ends
Kim has spent most of her life on the edges—quiet, guarded, invisible. At nineteen, she’s only just beginning to learn what it means to be seen, to want, to belong. Erik was never meant to be more than a safe place, a steady presence in a world that once hurt her too deeply. He’s older, scarred by a past he doesn’t talk about, and painfully aware that loving her might mean holding her back.
What begins as comfort turns into something dangerous: a love built in stolen mornings, unsaid fears, and promises neither of them knows how to keep.
When Luca enters the picture—warm, easy, and part of the life Kim has never lived—everything Erik fears starts to feel inevitable. A single party. One careless moment. One kiss seen by the wrong eyes.
Now Kim is torn between the man she comes home to and the future she’s only just daring to imagine, while Erik must decide whether love means fighting for her… or letting her go.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 96Erik Pov.The apartment is quiet.Kim’s curled against me on the couch, her head resting on my chest, our blanket tangled around our legs. She’s half-asleep, lips parted slightly, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she dozes.It feels like everything has finally… settled.Her laugh earlier during dinner still rings in my head. She’s getting stronger. Her trust is coming back, piece by piece. She even called the little casserole she brought to the station “wife points,” blushing so hard I almost dropped my fork.I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in. God, she smells like home now.My phone buzzes on the coffee table.I frown. It’s nearly midnight. Only Maja or someone from the station would text this late.I gently slide out from under Kim and pick up the phone.Unknown Number.The message is a photo.My heart freezes.It’s Kim.Taken today.In the campus parking lot.The angle is high—sniper-like, from a rooftop or building. The photo is grainy but clear enough: she’s w
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-13
Chapter: Chapter 95Kim Pov.The apartment is quiet now.No words. No movement. Just us.The storm that brought us together tonight has settled into something softer—something still heavy with emotion, but gentler, calmer. I’m tucked beneath Erik’s arm, wrapped in the blanket he pulled around us after helping me slip into one of his shirts. The sleeves are too long and the fabric smells like him. Like cedarwood and something faintly smoky. Comfort. Safety. Home.My cheek rests on his bare chest, and I can feel his heart beating steadily under my skin. His arm is curved tightly around my back, hand splayed protectively across my waist like he’s afraid I might vanish if he lets go.I close my eyes and breathe him in.God, how I missed this.Sleeping in his arms. Feeling like I belong there. Like I’m allowed to.And then the tears come.Slow, quiet at first. The kind that don’t even sting—just fall, as if they’ve been waiting all this time. I try to breathe through them, not wanting to break the peace betwe
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 94Erik Pov.I don’t think I’ve ever driven faster in my life.The restaurant is five minutes from our place, maybe seven with lights. I make it in four. My hands grip the wheel tighter than they should. My jaw’s clenched. My mind’s already at home, already on her—thinking about the way she looked in that damn dress, about the heat of her skin when she brushed against me under the table, about how I’ve waited too long for this moment.Too long to touch her.Too long to feel her.When we pull into the parking lot, I don’t say a word. Neither does she. The tension is no longer just lingering—it’s burning. Heavy. Electrified. We’re both breathing like we just ran through a storm, and in a way, we have.The second we’re through the front door, I slam it shut behind us, catching her between it and me. I don’t even wait for her to turn around. My hands are already on her waist, spinning her to face me, lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing. She gasps against my mouth, her legs inst
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 93Erik Pov.I don’t know how much longer I can do this.This… careful dance. This torturous space between us. So close I can hear her breathing when we sleep, but not close enough to taste her skin. To slide my hand beneath her shirt. To press myself into the curve of her body and make her whisper my name again.God, I miss her moaning my name.I think about it more and more lately. The way she used to arch under me, nails biting into my shoulders, that desperate, breathless way she said “please” like she couldn’t take it a second longer. Like I was the only one who ever made her feel that way.It’s been weeks since I touched her like that. And now? Every glance, every brush of air between us feels like friction. Like my restraint is hanging by the thinnest goddamn thread.Tonight, we’re going to dinner with Maja. She wants to introduce us to her new boyfriend — some guy she’s been seeing for a couple of months, apparently. I said yes because Kim looked genuinely excited about it. And a
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 92Kim Pov.Thank God it’s the weekend. No lectures, no Luca, no chaos. Just a little quiet... and maybe a chance to show Erik how much I mean what I’ve been saying — and doing — every day since the night everything shattered.He left early this morning, coffee half-drunk on the kitchen counter, tie still slightly crooked. He said he needed to get the team together — that they were close to solving the case of that little girl abused by her parents. I saw it in his face. That mix of fury and focus he wears when it’s personal.And I know... this one is personal. He sees himself in every broken child. Maybe he saw me once, too.So I made the casserole he loves. The one he always asked for when he had a hard week. It’s a small thing — warm, cheesy, familiar — but maybe it can remind him that I’m still here, still fighting, still his.At the precinct, the same kind receptionist gives me that motherly smile she always used to. “Kim, honey... I haven’t seen you in a while,” she says, her voice
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 91Kim Pov.We didn’t talk much after dinner.Not because there was tension—no, that’s faded into something quieter—but because silence between us no longer feels dangerous. It’s starting to feel like comfort again.He’s on the couch, one hand resting on the backrest, the other absently scrolling through his phone. I sit across from him, legs folded beneath me, pretending to read, though I haven’t turned a page in ten minutes.I keep sneaking glances at him.At the way his shoulders rise and fall.At the way his eyes soften whenever I catch him looking back at me.There’s still a line between us, invisible but firm. We’ve learned to stay on our respective sides, not out of coldness, but out of respect for the wound we’re both still learning to dress without reopening.And yet… something’s shifting.Like we’re standing on the edge of something warmer, and neither of us is sure whether to lean into it—or run from it.He clears his throat. “Did you finish your project?”I blink, surprised b
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-10
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