Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Under Fire: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

NancyWinter had already covered everything with its icy blanket, and the air outside the great Morton mansion felt thick and sharp. The wind blew in gusts, carrying with it a damp cold that made even the stones on the path to the cemetery seem frozen. The branches of dry trees swayed in the distance, casting long, flickering shadows on the lawn that led to the family mausoleum. The snow, which had fallen lightly the day before, covered the ground in a thin layer of white, almost as if it was announcing the arrival of something dark and definitive.Inside, the wake had already gone on for hours. The heated air of the mansion was unable to dispel the oppressive feeling that hung over us all. The smell of mortuary flowers mixed with the expensive perfume of the women present created a suffocating atmosphere, as if mourning were just another formality among many others. Every person in that room seemed more concerned about being seen than actually feeling the loss. There was no genuine p

NancyThat was bad, but I preferred not to judge Harald. He was a man who had suffered greatly at the hands of his father, a tyrant who always sought control over his life and his choices. The last thing I wanted was to add more weight to your conscience. If he got to the point of getting involved with Charles' wife, that was something he had to resolve on his own. I was not one to give opinions or point fingers. For a moment, I let Harald and Candace take Ivor, who was sad, not understanding where his mother was. He was only five years old and deserved some peace, even in the midst of so much confusion.After the wake, people began to disperse. The mansion, once full of laughter and conversation, was now empty, like an echo of what had been. I felt suffocated by that loneliness, surrounded by walls that had witnessed so many lies and betrayals. The silence became deafening, and the feeling of despair grew in my chest.I walked through the cold corridors of the mansion to the living r

NancyThe silence in the house was oppressive. There was an emptiness that filled every corner of the mansion, making every sound echo and every thought reverberate in my tired mind. I was alone with Bruce, and the mere fact of his presence was suffocating. The big doors, the huge windows—everything seemed to conspire to remind me of the weight of the lies that had been told inside that house.When Harald and Candace left with little Ivor, the boy looked at me as if he wanted to understand, as if I could offer him some explanation about what had happened to his mother. But I couldn't. There were no easy explanations. Glory was on the run, and it all seemed like a trap that we were all trapped in, a web of intrigue that only got more and more tangled.I turned to the empty hall. My feet echoed as I slowly walked to the dining room, where Bruce was. He was sitting at the end of the table, his eye black from Harald's punch, casually leaning back in his chair with a cigarette between his

NancyThe warmth of Jake's embrace was like an antidote to all the nightmares he had faced. I fell deeper into his embrace, seeking the comfort that only he could provide. The reality became more vivid by the second, and emotions bubbled up inside me—a mixture of relief and euphoria. My heart was beating wildly, and adrenaline seemed to run through my veins."You have no idea how I felt," Jake began, his voice deep and full of feelings, as we pulled away a little to look at each other. His eyes, with that intense shine, spoke more than words could ever express. "I... I didn't know if you were still alive, Nancy. Every day, every second, uncertainty consumed me.""We've both been through so much," I said, emotion strangling my voice. "When you… when I thought I lost you forever, Jake, it was like losing a part of me. I didn't know if I could handle it."Jake shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if trying to hold back all the emotions that were raging to the surface. "W

NancyThe room was enveloped in an almost palpable silence. The darkness outside seemed to extend inward, enveloping us in a bubble of stillness. I could hear his breathing next to me on the bed, heavy and filled with tension that made the air seem thicker. Jake was lying down, but his muscles were rigid, as if he couldn't bring himself to rest. Something held him back and kept him in the past. I watched his every movement and every involuntary contraction. He knew it was the pain that was keeping him awake. He tried to hold her, as if, by doing so, he could control her, as if he could protect himself and me from everything that was boiling inside him. The weight of everything he had been through seemed unbearable at that moment, even more so after the question I had just asked.Then, after an eternity, he began to speak. His voice came out slowly, drawn out, as if each word needed to overcome something internal before being pronounced.“I... I could never forget...”The sentence die