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Chapter 7: A Dangerous Surrender

Auteur: Rayo B.
last update Date de publication: 2025-07-17 17:43:44

The city lights stretched far beneath the penthouse balcony, shimmering like secrets too loud to whisper.

Elena stood outside with her arms folded against the chill. Her hair was unbound and dancing around her shoulders as if it, too, couldn’t rest. Inside, the encrypted files still played on loop in her study, evidence of Krane’s twisted ambition. But it was something else that kept her awake.

Grayson’s voice.

-I’ll always choose her. Even if you never choose me.

She hated how it stirred somet
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    Elena’s hands were trembling as she bent down to pick up the phone before dashing into the bedroom. Grayson was there, loosening his tie, clearly ready to collapse in bed and fall into the kind of sleep only exhaustion could demand. But she couldn’t wait. “Grayson,” her voice cracked. He turned instantly, his eyes narrowing at the look on her face. “What happened?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she handed him the phone. On the screen, Enoch appeared thin and pale, but still alive. “Elena,” his voice rasped through the speaker. “I’m still here. Please… don’t give up on me.” Silence filled the room as Grayson's hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles went white. He didn’t breathe nor did he move. “Elena…” His voice was low and rough. “This was today?” She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “He survived, Grayson. After everything…" She choked. "After everything that happened, Enoch is alive.” At this moment, the unshakable Grayson Wolfe looked totally und

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    Enoch’s POV The world had reduced itself to walls. It's gray, damp, and endless. Enoch sat on the cold floor, resting his back against the crumbling brick with his phone clutched in his hand like it was the last lifeline he had left. He had messaged Elena again. But... No reply. The silence clawed at him worse than hunger ever could. “Don’t break,” he whispered to himself. His voice, rapsy and cracked, sounded strange in the emptiness, as if it doesn't belong to him. His reflection stared back at him from the black screen of his phone. His eyes were hollow and there were shadows under his cheekbones. His face looked both familiar and foreign to him. He closed his eyes and sighed. Remembering Rose’s laugh and Elena’s stubborn smile, the way she always tilted her chin like the world couldn’t knock her down. He wanted that light again. He needed it. Enoch’s hands shook as he typed another message: Elena. Please. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re still you. He

  • 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

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