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Chapter 11: Fractured Truths and Fatherly Bonds

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The silence inside the car was suffocating. Elena’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel as she pulled into Rosa’s modest driveway. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the cobbled streets, and the weight of the truth—Lucian’s daughter, pressed like a boulder on her chest.

She hadn’t told Grayson yet. Not everything.

“Elena,” Rosa greeted her with a soft smile as she opened the door. “You’re early. Sophie’s been playing all afternoon.”

Sophie’s laughter rang through the small house like a melody Elena hadn’t heard in days. The sound stirred something in her—a reminder of why she’d started all of this. Not just for revenge. Not just for justice. But for Sophie’s future.

“Mama!” Sophie squealed, bounding toward her mother with her arms flung open.

Elena crouched and gathered her into a hug so tight, it made her chest ache.

“I missed you, Mama” Sophie mumbled, snuggling into her shoulder.

“I missed you too, princess.”

As Elena stood, her eyes met Ro
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  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 42

    The sun peeked through the penthouse curtains, brushing everything in soft gold. Elena stirred awake to the sound of giggles entirely too loud for seven in the morning. She rolled over, only to find Sophie and Rose sitting at the edge of the bed like tiny conspirators. “What are you two doing here?” Elena’s voice was still heavy with sleep. Sophie grinned. “We were watching.” “Watching what?” “You and Daddy sleep.” Grayson groaned beside her, dragging a pillow over his head. “I need new locks.” Rose giggled. “You snore.” Grayson peeked from under the pillow. “Excuse me?” “You do!” Sophie chimed in. “Like a dragon.” Elena burst into laughter, pressing a hand to her mouth. “She’s not wrong.” “I don’t snore,” Grayson muttered, glaring at the girls. “And even if I did, dragons are majestic creatures. You’re welcome.” Rose gasped dramatically. “That means you’re Daddy Dragon!” Sophie clapped. “Yes! Daddy Dragon!” Elena laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 41

    Morning came faster than usual and it came with the heaviness in Elena’s heart. Enoch’s voice lingered. “I’m alive.” Her hand trembled when she thought about it. She hadn’t told Grayson yet. Not because she wanted to keep secrets but because she needed to think and figure out what 'alive' meant for Enoch… and for them. Across the room, Sophie and Rose were bickering over which shoes went with their uniforms. “Blue!” Sophie insisted, her hands on her hips. “Pink,” Rose countered with a stubborn tilt of her chin. “You’ll look like bubblegum.” “And you’ll look like a blueberry.” Elena rubbed her temples. “Both of you. Put your shoes on. Now.” They scrambled away to do as told while giggling. Behind her, Grayson slid an arm around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. “You’re scarier than their headmistress.” She leaned into him. “Don’t even start.” He smirked. “I wasn’t starting. I was admiring.” *** By mid-morning, Grayson was back at Wolfe Enterpris

  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 40

    The morning after the call was strangely normal. Too normal. The penthouse smelled of brewed coffee and warm pastries. You can hear Sophie’s laughter coming from the living room, where she and Rose sat cross-legged on the floor, trading crayons and sketching castles across wide sheets of paper. Their drawings were crooked, but full of bright flags and open gates. For Elena, it was the first sound in weeks that didn’t carry the edges of fear. She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms folded, watching them. Rose’s head tilted toward Sophie like a mirror following its source. Yet, unlike the eerie reflection she had first been, Rose was changing and gaining her own quirks, her own light. Sophie nudged her with a crayon. “Yours needs a tower.” Rose stuck her tongue out. “Yours needs windows.” Both girls burst into giggles. Grayson appeared beside Elena, still adjusting the cufflinks on his charcoal suit. “They’re getting along.” Elena arched a brow. “Were you w

  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 39

    The morning after felt unreal. The penthouse was too quiet. Sunlight spilled across marble floors. Elena stood by the window of her bedroom with her arms folded, staring at the skyline that seemed both familiar and foreign. The city buzzed with life below, but her own veins ached with exhaustion. Behind her, the bed creaked. Grayson stirred, his sling set aside, leaving his broad shoulders bare. His voice was rough, tired, but softer than she remembered. “You’ve been up since dawn.” “I couldn’t sleep,” Elena admitted, her reflection fractured in the glass. “Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice again.” Grayson sat up slowly, watching her silhouette. “Enoch.” She flinched at the name. “It wasn’t possible. And yet—” “—and yet we both heard him,” Grayson finished. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “We’ll figure it out. But right now, you need to breathe.” Elena turned, arching a brow. “Since when do you tell me to breathe?” “Since I realized I can’t lose you aga

  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 38

    The convoy rolled through the city like ghosts. The windows of the black cars reflected neon signs and skyscrapers glowing against the night. Elena Monroe pressed her forehead to the glass, watching the world move as if it belonged to someone else. After everything—after fire, after blood, after losing Enoch—the city was too clean. Too alive. Rose slept in her lap, fragile as porcelain, her fists knotted in Elena’s jacket. Every few minutes she twitched, murmuring broken words, and Elena tightened her hold. You’re safe now, she told herself. You’re safe, baby. Across from her, Grayson Wolfe sat slumped, his arm strapped in a sling, eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Damien rode beside him, a dark silhouette, unreadable as ever. Rosa leaned forward in the passenger seat, knife spinning idly between her fingers as if daring danger to show its face. For a long time, no one spoke. The silence was heavy. Finally Grayson exhaled. “We could’ve died back there.” Elena’s gaze flicked up

  • Scars of the Heart   Chapter 37 – The Light Remembers

    Elena’s ears rang with the sound of the wall collapsing, there were flames everywhere and the last shreds of Enoch’s scream echoing through the cavern. She coughed hard, forcing air into her lungs, pushing through dust and debris until light broke through the haze. “Elena!” Grayson desperately called out. He stumbled through the smoke, his shirt torn and his face bloody. His eyes lit up when he saw her. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. “You’re alive. Thank God.” But Elena shoved him away. Her voice was hoarse, ragged with fury. “Where is she? Where’s Rose?” The answer came in a voice that sent chills down her spinem “You always come back for her.” Lucian Monroe stepped out of the smoke. His cloak already in shreds, and one side of his face was burned from Rose’s fire. His left eye burned gold, glowing like liquid fire. Beside him, Rose clung to his side, trembling. . The girl’s body glowed faintly, pulsing with energy that wasn’t hers. Her eyes shone l

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