Lahat ng Kabanata ng What It Means to be His: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

In the dead of night, I lay in my bed, the room enveloped in serene silence. Soft moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a gentle, silvery glow upon the plush carpet. Stitch, my loyal companion, lay sprawled beside me, his back pressed against my stomach as I cuddled the precious boy. His warmth provided a comforting presence. Everything seemed tranquil, cocooned in the safety of my room. But then, in the midst of my dreams, tranquility shattered. It began as a series of distant, eerie noises—a subtle rustling, like whispers from the shadows. I brushed them aside, chalking them up to the whimsical orchestra of dreams. Dreams had a way of blending the bizarre and the ordinary, after all. Yet, as I drifted on the border between slumber and consciousness, a change rippled through the room. It started with Stitch, my ever faithful and non-aggressive dog. He had always been a calm and gentle presence, a bundle of affection wrapped in a furry coat. But now, a transformation over

The dimly lit room was filled with tension as Axel, a charismatic yet chaotic figure, rambled on about his plans to replace David as the new Capo. David's men, loyal but skeptical, watched with varying degrees of interest. Abaddon sat at the head of the table, his expression stoic, while his mind raced with the intricacies of this transition. Axel was undoubtedly a wildcard, a man who thrived on chaos and unpredictability. David had always been the steady hand that kept their operations running smoothly, but his abrupt death had thrown the organization into disarray. Now, they were considering passing the torch to Axel, a move that had Abaddon's reservations. As Axel introduced himself with his usual frenzied energy, Abaddon's phone buzzed silently on the table. He glanced at the screen, initially d

I had been awake for a week now, surrounded by the sterile hospital environment, enduring the scrutinizing gazes of doctors assessing my recovery. Remarkably, they proclaimed that I was healing exceptionally well, hinting at the possibility of me soon leaving this sterile hospital room. The prospect of departing this clinical haven was both exhilarating and intimidating, but I was not venturing out alone this time. The following day, the doctors confirmed my readiness for departure. A few more tests and procedures remained before I could be liberated. Abaddon had been a constant presence throughout, his unwavering support my wellspring of strength and solace. As the hours crept by, impatience nestled within me. I yearned to depart this place, to return to familiar environs, and to convalesce at my o

Draping a towel securely around my form, I ventured into the closet connected to the bathroom. My damp, curling tendrils clung to my face, neck, and back, evidence of the recent bath. As I stepped further into the closet, sensors triggered the lights to illuminate my surroundings. The glow gradually intensified, revealing the vast expanse of space. Prior to this moment, I had only glimpsed a fraction of the closet's offerings. Its entirety now unfolded before my eyes, rendering me momentarily speechless. The sheer volume of clothing exceeded anything I had ever possessed in a lifetime. It was evident that Abaddon had provided more than he had let on. H

“I'm thrilled to see you after all this time," Melissa sighed contentedly as a waiter skillfully set our drinks on the table. "I know," I replied in a low voice, adjusting myself in the chair. "Abaddon has been rather apprehensive about letting me venture out. He insisted on ensuring my full recovery before allowing me to engage in any demanding activities." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the memory. "Can you believe that for the first week, he was practically carrying me around the house? He wouldn't let my feet touch the floor!" "Wow," Mel murmured in amazement. She leaned slightly to get a better look at the man standing not far from our table. Her gaze fell on the guard by the door. Curious, I glanced in t