Mag-log inCHAPTER 24 – Samantha’s Schemes
Althea’s POVBy the next morning, the house feels different.Not quieter. Not calmer. Just… charged. Like static clinging to the walls, waiting for the slightest touch to spark into something dangerous.I barely slept—my mind replaying every word, every look, every breath between Darius and me last night. The silent pact we made hangs heavy on my chest. Not a burden. Not a mistake. Just… heavy.Dangerously so.Chapter 100 – The Final Vow(AN: I'll give you all a longer chapter, the last chapter of Althea's and Darius life. And I hope you still support me in my upcoming books. thank you everyone)The sea stretched endlessly before me, a canvas of shifting colors that mirrored the turbulence of my past. I let the wind whip through my hair, tugging at my scarf, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. It had been years since I first stepped onto this shore, that fateful place where everything—love, heartbreak, betrayal, and growth—had begun. And yet, now, standing here, I felt the weight of every memory, every scar, every lesson, settle into something calmer. Something I could finally hold without pain.Darius walked beside me, his hand brushing against mine in that familiar, comforting way. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was there; I felt him, steady and real, a reminder that I wasn’t alone anymore. The chaos, the heartbreak, the l
Chapter 99 – The Reunion of SoulsThe sea smelled the same as it did years ago—the briny tang of salt, the gentle roar of waves meeting the shore. I walked barefoot along the sand, letting the cool water wash over my feet, feeling it pull me back to memories I hadn’t dared touch in a long time.“This place…” I whispered to myself, though Darius walked quietly beside me. “It hasn’t changed at all.”“Some things never do,” he said softly, his hand brushing mine. He didn’t need to hold it—just the contact was grounding—but I appreciated it anyway.I stopped near the water’s edge, looking out at the endless horizon. It felt infinite, full of possibility. And yet, a part of me still lingered on what had been lost—the mistakes, the heartbreak, the ghosts of Damian and the years of turmoil we had endured.“I thought I’d never come back here,” I admitted, my voice barely above the whisper of the waves. “I thought ret
Chapter 98 – The Legacy Lives OnThe office smelled faintly of polished wood and fresh ink, a reminder of the care we had poured into Navarro over the past months. It wasn’t the same empire Damian had built—at least not entirely—but it was ours now. Different, honest, and tempered by the mistakes of the past.I walked through the halls, clipboard in hand, stopping to smile at familiar faces. Employees who had once been intimidated by the Navarro name now greeted me warmly, some with nods of respect, others with genuine affection. It felt… right. Balanced.Darius came up beside me, his presence quiet but steady. “How’s the report coming?” he asked, glancing at the papers I held.I looked up, smiling. “Almost done. We just need final approvals from the board.”He chuckled softly. “You’ve become more efficient than I ever imagined. Sometimes I wonder if you even sleep.”I shrugged lightly. “Sleep is overrate
Chapter 97 – The Book She WroteThe house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words.“Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.I glanced out the window. The ocean stretched endlessly, waves rolling with steady rhythm, constant and forgiving. I let my eyes linger there for a moment, drawing strength from the horizon, and then I turned back to my notebook.Writing was different from thinking. Thinking was messy, full of doubts and fears. Writing demanded honesty, clarity. I had to confront my past, word
Chapter 96 – The Daughter’s LullabyThe house was quiet now, the kind of quiet that only comes after the day’s chaos has settled. The sound of the waves against the shore was faint through the open window, a steady rhythm that always reminded me of life moving forward, even when it felt like it wouldn’t.I peeked into my daughter’s room. She was already tucked under her blanket, eyes half-closed, but still clutching the small stuffed bear she had named after me—Althea Bear, naturally. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, and for a moment I let myself marvel at it. At her. At this tiny human who carried pieces of both Darius and me, yet was entirely her own person.I sat down on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair.“Mom?” she murmured, eyes fluttering open. “Are you staying?”“Always,” I whispered. “I’m staying.”She yawned, snuggling closer. “Tell me a story. About you. About life before me. Abo
Chapter 95 – The Whisper of WavesThe sound of the waves was hypnotic, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of my own heart. I sat on the edge of the wooden dock, toes dangling just above the water, watching the horizon fade into shades of pink and gold as the sun slowly dipped below it. Darius was nearby, leaning against the railing, hands folded loosely, watching the sky as though it could somehow hold all the answers to the questions we had carried for years.“You ever think about how far we’ve come?” I asked softly, almost to myself.Darius turned his head, eyes meeting mine, gentle but full of that unwavering focus he always had when he looked at me. “All the time,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more aware of it than right now. Every choice, every mistake… it led us here.”I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “Sometimes I can’t even believe it. That girl I was—the one who couldn’t see past her fea







