LOGIN🔥 What do you think Desmond is planning next? Was the wine a warning or something worse? Should Eugene confront his half-brother before it’s too late? 👉 Comment your theories and find out what happens in the next chapter.
After their kiss, Mira walked away with a smile but Jack didn’t move.He stood there, his gaze fixed on the direction she had gone, a soft smile still resting on his lips. His chest rose and fell slowly, steadily, as though he was holding onto that moment, stretching and reliving it.A quiet exhale left him.“Mira.”There was something about her that cut through all the chaos, all the tension, all the uncertainty surrounding them.With her things felt simple and for a brief moment, Jack allowed himself to believe in that.“You really are pathetic.”The voice cut through his thoughts like a blade and Jack’s expression hardened instantly.He didn’t turn immediately because he knew that voice.“What do you want?” he asked, his tone flat.Slowly, he turned.Ava stood a few steps away, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, watching him with something that resembled amusement or maybe disdain or probably both.Ava tilted her head slightly.“That smile is almost embarrassing” she said, he
The corridor outside Seraphina’s chamber felt colder than usual.The tension inside that room hadn’t just been thick, it had been suffocating.She had seen Desmond angry before, many times, but this had been different.Ava exhaled quietly, pushing the unease away. Seraphina was still inside furious and if she didn’t do something to steady her, even slightly, things could spiral further.“I need to get something,” she muttered under her breath.Without wasting another second, she turned and began walking down the hallway, her steps quick. The soft flicker of light danced against the walls as she moved, her dress trailing slightly behind her.The estate was quieter now. Servants moved cautiously in the distance, their heads lowered, their voices hushed.Word had spread and everything felt like it was balancing on a knife’s edge.Ava pushed the thoughts aside as she reached the grand staircase and descended toward the lower level, her destination clear.The kitchen.If there was anywher
The silence did not break. It stretched tight and suffocating, wrapping itself around Seraphina’s throat like an invisible hand.Desmond didn’t move. He simply stood there, towering over her, his presence pressing down like a storm waiting to crush everything beneath it.Seraphina swallowed. For once words failed her and she hated that.“You’re overreacting,” she said finally, her voice steadier than she felt.Desmond didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on her then he spoke.“Am I?” he said, his words heavy with something that made her pulse stutter.Seraphina lifted her chin slightly.“Yes. I kept a piece of information from you. That doesn’t make me a traitor” she continued. Desmond’s lips curved but there was no humor in it.“Be careful,” he said.Seraphina forced a laugh.“Or what? You’ll remind me again that you’re a tyrant?” she challenged.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he stepped closer.Close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, the weight
The doors slammed shut with a force that echoed through the chamber.Seraphina stood near the center of the room, pacing back and forth, her heels striking the floor in sharp, uneven rhythms that matched the storm brewing inside her.Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, fingers curling and uncurling as if she were imagining wrapping them around someone’s throat.Becca’s face flashed in her mind and Seraphina stopped abruptly.“No,” she muttered under her breath. Ava sat nearby, perched on the edge of a velvet chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression just as dark.“I still can’t believe it. The way she spoke to you—”Ava said, her voice laced with irritation. Seraphina let out a sharp breath.“Don’t remind me.”Ava scoffed.“And Mira, that self-righteous little—” she added. “Enough.”Seraphina’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.Ava fell silent while Seraphina resumed pacing.Ava leaned forward slightly.“If Eugene wins that duel…”The senten
Becca walked steadily, her posture composed, her chin slightly raised but beneath that calm exterior, her body still hummed with adrenaline.Mira walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her with something close to admiration.“I have to say, that was… impressive” Mira muttered under her breath.Becca exhaled softly.“I didn’t plan it,” she admitted.Mira smirked faintly.“Those are usually the best moments.”Becca didn’t respond immediately. Her mind was still racing, replaying everything.They had barely taken another turn down the hallway when footsteps approached from the opposite direction.Becca’s gaze lifted and then she saw Eugene and Max, both moving with urgency, their expressions serious, as if they were heading straight toward whatever chaos had erupted earlier.“Eugene,” Becca called.His head snapped up immediately.The moment his eyes landed on her, something in his expression softened.“Becca.”He closed the distance between them quickly, his gaze scanning her face
The silence that followed Becca’s rise was not calm.No one spoke or moved because something about her had changed. It wasn’t just the anger in her eyes, it was deeper than that.Seraphina straightened slowly, masking the flicker of unease that had crossed her face. Her lips curled again, though the confidence behind it was no longer as effortless as before.“Well, look at you. Finally showing some spirit” she said, her voice regaining its edge. Becca didn’t respond immediately. She simply stared and it was cold.Seraphina felt it, even if she refused to acknowledge it.“You should’ve stayed down, It suited you better” Seraphina added, folding her arms. Becca dusted her gown then looked back at Seraphina. “You talk too much” she said.Her voice was low but sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.Seraphina blinked, caught off guard.Ava’s brows furrowed slightly and Mira watched carefully, her heartbeat quickening from anticipation.Becca took a step forward.“You think pushing
The sound echoed through the training yard like thunder as the wooden dummy shook violently under the force of Eugene’s punches.Dust rose from the sand beneath his boots, swirling around his legs as if even the ground reacted to his fury.Max stood a few feet away, his arms folded across his chest
Jack quietly closed the last door, the soft click echoed faintly in the empty hallway.Jack exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of his neck.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.The corridor stretched long and silent before him, lit only by flickering wall torches. Their light danced across the
Eugene leaned back slightly against the chair he was seated on, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the girl seated across from him.She hadn’t spoken, not a single word since they had calmed the entire chaotic situation. Max stood near the doorway, his arms folded, gaze sharp but not unkind
The night air was colder in the forest as Eugene and Max moved swiftly between the trees, their boots barely making sound against fallen leaves.Eugene walked ahead.His hood was drawn low, his pace steady but not hurried. His shoulders were tight, though. Every muscle beneath the cloak carried ten







