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Chapter Forty Six

作者: Karen Chilotam
last update 公開日: 2026-03-12 07:54:03

I leaned back slightly, running a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders coiling like a spring ready to snap. My voice dropped low, laced with a dark edge.

“He came for you,” I said, almost casually, but the words carried the weight of a threat that could shatter worlds. “He threatened me. Said if I didn’t—” I let out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound jagged, unhinged, bordering on madness.

“You know what he wants, don’t you?” I continued, voice uneven, cracking at the edges. “He d
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  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter forty nine

    The day finally arrived.Two weeks had passed since the chaos, two weeks of planning, waiting, and keeping everything tight. Every detail had been checked and double-checked. My private jet was ready on the tarmac, engines humming quietly in the cool morning air, a symbol of escape and safety.Martha bounced beside me, small hand gripping mine tightly. Her excitement made me smile despite the knot in my chest. She had no idea how heavy this move was for me—or for Sofia.“Daddy,” she said, eyes wide, “Mommy is coming too?”I glanced at Sofia, who was standing near the luggage, her face carefully neutral. I could see the tension in her jaw, the way she shifted from foot to foot. This wasn’t just a trip for fun. Every step, every move, was for her safety—and for Martha’s.“Yes,” I said gently, squeezing Martha’s hand. “Mommy is joining us.”Martha’s face lit up. “Yay! I can’t wait!” She giggled, spinning a little before planting herself back by my side.Sofia’s expression softened for a

  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter forty eight

    Sofia guided Camilla deeper into the living room, their voices dropping to low whispers the moment the door shut behind them. I watched them for a second—just long enough to make sure Camilla wasn’t about to lunge back at me again.But I didn’t follow.I didn’t care enough to listen.Their voices were muffled anyway—soft, shaky, full of whatever excuses, panic, or nonsense they wanted to spill out. Camilla’s trembling tone. Sofia’s calming one. Two people trying to clean up the mess they created.I had better things to do.I had bigger problems than whatever they were whispering about behind a closed door.I glanced back toward the hallway. Martha’s door was cracked open, her small face peeking out, eyes wide and worried.I lifted a hand, motioning gently.“It’s okay, Marth,” I said softly. “Stay inside. I’m coming.”She nodded and slipped back into her room.Good.The last thing she needed was more chaos.I turned away from the living room—away from the fading murmurs of Sofia and Ca

  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter forty seven

    I walked down the hall, each step heavier than the last.All that anger… all that noise… and underneath it, the only thing that mattered was the small, quiet sob coming from Martha’s room.I stopped at her door.For a second, I just stood there, hand on the frame, letting the guilt settle thick in my chest. Then I pushed the door open slowly.She was on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook with every quiet cry.“Marth,” I said softly.She flinched at my voice.That hurt more than anything Sofia had said.I stepped inside, careful, slow, like approaching something fragile.“Hey,” I murmured, kneeling beside the bed. “Look at me.”She didn’t.So I tried again, gentler.“Martha… I’m sorry.”Her crying slowed—just a little—but she still didn’t lift her head.I let out a breath, rubbing a hand over my face.“I shouldn’t have shouted at you,” I said, voice low, honest. “You didn’t deserve that. None of this is your fault.”She sniffled.I reached

  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter Forty Six

    I leaned back slightly, running a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders coiling like a spring ready to snap. My voice dropped low, laced with a dark edge.“He came for you,” I said, almost casually, but the words carried the weight of a threat that could shatter worlds. “He threatened me. Said if I didn’t—” I let out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound jagged, unhinged, bordering on madness.“You know what he wants, don’t you?” I continued, voice uneven, cracking at the edges. “He doesn’t care about warnings. Doesn’t care about limits. He said… he’d drag this city apart, tear me down, and still… still take you from me.”I laughed again, louder this time, the sound echoing hollowly off the walls, brittle and dangerous.“And the irony?” I said, shaking my head, eyes glinting with a mix of fury and disbelief. “He actually thinks he can.”A muscle in her jaw twitched—small, but enough.Then she lifted her chin, meeting my eyes with a steadiness that hit harder than any slap.“

  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter Forty Five

    Martha’s cries grew sharper—shaking, broken, coming from the deepest part of her little chest.“I want Mommy…” she sobbed, clutching my shirt with trembling fingers. “Daddy, please… I want Mommy now…”The sound gutted me.Arzhel’s jaw tightened—anger flickering, then something else. Something painfully human. His gaze dropped to her small, shaking body, and for the first time since he stepped through my door, there was no fury in his eyes.Only disappointment.Then he looked back at me.And the fury returned twice as strong.“You hear that?” he asked quietly, voice trembling with restrained rage. “Even your daughter knows this is wrong.”I swallowed hard, but the knot in my throat didn’t move.“She’ll see her soon,” I muttered, more to myself than him. “Once Sofia calms down. Once things are under control.”But the words felt thin.Weak.Like lies even I couldn’t swallow.Martha’s cries only grew louder.Arzhel stepped closer—not aggressively this time, but with the kind of certainty

  • His Terms, My Surrender: Unfinished Surrender   Chapter Forty Four

    The next morning,I barely slept.My mind kept replaying everything—the calls, the name on the phone registration, Thomas, the possibility of someone pretending to be him or my mom. Every thought felt like a blade pressing against my skull.So when the pounding started at the door the next morning, it felt like part of a nightmare.BANG. BANG. BANG.I shot up from the couch, heart slamming against my ribs. Martha was asleep upstairs. Sofia was locked in her room. Nobody should be here this early.Another loud knock shook the door.I moved fast.I opened it—And froze.Arzhel.Standing there like a storm in human form. His hair messy, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle twitched at the corner. His eyes—usually calm—were burning with fury.“What the hell do you want?” I asked, voice low.He didn’t flinch.“Where is she?” he snapped. “Where’s Sofia?”My jaw tightened. “Why?”“Don’t play with me, Theo,” he growled, stepping closer. “I know she’s here. Something happened last night—she cal

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