LOGINShare
chapter 3
Last Updated:
2025-06-10 01:37:39
Latest chapter
Clasp of Life end
The wind whipped through the narrow path along the cliffs outside Paris, tugging at Ines’ coat as she pressed forward, clutching the child tightly. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, heart pounding. Every step took her farther from the city, farther from the tangled streets where Falvio could stalk them with patience and precision. “Keep moving,” she whispered to herself, rocking the child gently. “You’re safe. You’re safe…” She had left Analees and Raphael behind, deliberately splitting from them to draw any potential threat away. The plan was simple: get the child to safety, somewhere Falvio could not follow. Somewhere far from his calculating gaze. And yet… a sense of dread clung to her like a shadow. --- Far above on the ridge, Falvio watched, unmoving, the wind whipping his coat around him. His eyes followed Ines, unwavering, calculating. “So… she carries him,” he murmured, voice low, almost to himself. “And she thinks she can hide him from me? She underestimates the pa
Clasp of Life Chapter 112
The villa was quiet in the late afternoon, but the air carried tension thick enough to choke on. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching unnaturally as the sun slanted through the windows. Inside, Analees sat on the floor of the west wing, cradling her infant son. Every sound—footsteps on marble, a distant door closing, even the faintest creak of a shutter—made her jump. The baby stirred in her arms, sensing her unease. From somewhere in the hall, Ines’s voice erupted—a high, fractured sound, unconnected to reality. “They’re coming! They’re coming for him! No! I won’t let them!” She screamed again, banging against furniture. Glass shattered somewhere in the distance, and Analees flinched, clutching her son tighter. And then, unmistakably, the villa door opened with authority. Falvio Ashford stepped in, tall, composed, and exuding an aura of control. Every movement was deliberate, calculated. He closed the door behind him, and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the vaulted entry
Clasp of Life Chapter 111
The estate was quiet, deceptively so, as Falvio Ashford stood by the tall French windows of Gabin’s study. Beyond the manicured gardens, the distant lights of Paris glimmered faintly through the pre-dawn mist. The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the occasional creak of an aged floorboard and the soft rustle of trees swaying in the early morning breeze. Falvio had arrived two days earlier and Gabin had welcomed him warmly, offering the usual distractions of estate hospitality—fine whiskey, sweeping lawns, and the heavy weight of family history—but Falvio had no intention of idling. He spent the evenings reviewing maps of the Marne outskirts, cross-referencing addresses, and memorizing the layout of Raphael and Ines’s villa. The villa had become a fortress in his mind, each corridor and wing cataloged, each shadow scrutinized. Falvio’s obsession was quiet but relentless. He did not sleep much; he walked the estate at night, drinking in the faint glow of Paris and imag
Clasp of Life Chapter 110
“Falvio,” greeted Raphael, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “What a surprise.Didn't expect to see you here .” “I go where truth takes me, Raphael. And lately, truth seems to be hiding here" says Falvio entering the villa. That voice—controlled, unhurried, dangerously calm—made Raphael’s stomach twist. He tried to laugh. “You’ve been reading too many thrillers.” Falvio’s gaze didn’t waver. “I wish it were fiction.” The air between them grew heavier. In the distance, a bird sang and fell silent. From somewhere deep inside the villa came the faintest echo—wood creaking, a door settling. Raphael prayed Falvio hadn’t noticed. Ines appeared in the doorway, robe tied hastily over her nightdress. “Falvio?” she breathed. “You—you're here?” Falvio offered a thin smile. “Bonjour, Ines. You look… startled.” “I am,” she admitted softly. “You could have written ahead.” “I didn’t want to be expected,” he said, stepping closer. “Sometimes people prepare too well when they know I’m
Clasp of Life Chapter 109
The skyline of New York City glimmered under the late afternoon sun, the steel and glass towers reflecting the fading golden light like shards of a shattered mirror. In his high-rise office, Falvio stood by the window, the city sprawled beneath him in all its merciless energy. The office was silent except for the faint hum of the city far below, and the low ticking of a clock that seemed to mock him. His hand tightened around the phone in front of him—a device that had become more a weapon than a tool, a lifeline to a past that refused to die. He dialed the familiar Paris number, one he had entrusted only to Raphael, the one person he believed he could rely on to bring his wife back to him. The line clicked, a moment of silence that stretched far too long. And then—warm, practiced, familiar—Raphael’s voice broke through. “Falvio, my friend. It has been some time. How are things in New York?” Falvio’s jaw tightened. He did not like pleasantries. He did not like soft talk. “Busy
Clasp of Life Chapter 108
It began in the silence before dawn, the sort of silence that pressed on the ribs and felt too heavy for breath. Analees had been tossing in the spare bedroom that Raphael and Ines had prepared for her, a warm refuge in a house she had come to think of as more sanctuary than mere shelter. She lay curled, her swollen belly pressing against the mattress, a weight she had both cherished and feared for nine long months. It was her ninth month and Raphael insisted she stay with Ines and him. Analees was scared too so she agreed but with caution. At first, she thought the pain was a dream. A deep cramp, low and persistent, blooming from her spine around to her abdomen, catching her breath. She turned onto her back, grimacing, and rubbed her belly, whispering to the child inside as she had whispered for months: "Hold on, little one. Not yet. Wait until the light comes." But the child had other plans. The contraction tightened like a cruel hand around her torso. She gasped, clutchin
You may also like
The Deviant CEO
Vampire Whore469.7K viewsMy Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball
Likable1.3M viewsHiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father
Pixie487.7K viewsChasing My Pregnant Wife
Night Revelations709.1K viewsOnce Rejected, Now Desired.
Goodness Chiamaka 168 viewsGoodboys
zhaomy70 viewsMy Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist
Tiffanie Campbell389 viewsCraving Mr Gavin
Ms. Grace111 views
