Semua Bab Love Under Fire: Bab 141 - Bab 150

HaraldDriving home was like going through a dark, never-ending tunnel. The road seemed to go on forever, each bend heavier than the last. Candace was beside me, quiet and exhausted, and the tension between us was palpable. I tried to concentrate, but the image of Gloria staring at me, the lies she had told, the hatred and betrayal she represented... all of it swirled through my mind like a storm.Candace held my hand, her fingers intertwined with mine, seeking comfort in a silence that said more than any words. I could feel her shaking, her fear and exhaustion, but also her strength. She was there, by my side, and that was all I needed at the moment.We arrived home in the middle of the night. The darkness of night seemed to have swallowed the house, and only the faint glow of the moon illuminated the garden as I helped Candace out of the car. I opened the door, feeling the weight of tiredness, pain and the choices I had to make. That place was supposed to be a refuge, but now everyt

Nancy The sun's rays slowly faded over the horizon, dyeing the sky orange and purple, as Jake and I cuddled together on the porch floor. The smell of cut grass and the gentle breeze brought a touch of serenity to the moment, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions that were boiling inside me. Jake was smoking a cigarette, his arm firmly around my neck, and I allowed myself to close my eyes for a moment, diving into thoughts of everything that brought me here.So many fights, so many wounds. Memories of a past that I tried to forget, but that insisted on returning. Bruce and his lies, his betrayals. My heart sank as I remembered the unfulfilled promises, the forced marriage, the stolen adolescence. But there, on that porch, with Jake by my side, I finally felt like I had found a way.“Do you think it’s time?” Jake asked, his voice low, almost as if he was afraid of what I might say. He looked at me with a serious look, but there was also a light of hope in his eyes.I nodded, my mi

HaraldThe next morning, I woke up before everyone else. The house was quiet, and a silence took over the environment. I looked at Candace, who was sleeping peacefully next to me, with a peaceful expression, as if all her problems had disappeared. Ivor slept in the next room, which gave me a peace I couldn't describe. I knew how precious that calm was, and after everything we'd been through the day before, I felt incredibly grateful.I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise so as not to wake them up, and went to the kitchen. The idea of preparing breakfast for my family came without me having to think too much. I wanted to show, even if in a simple way, how much they meant to me. Candace, eight months pregnant, deserved all the love in the world, and I wanted her to know that. As for Ivor, I wanted him to feel how much he was part of us, a fundamental part of our family.I prepared pancakes, something Ivor always asked for on weekends, with fruit and honey. I also made toast and

AmberI stood frozen in front of the TV, my heart sinking, as I watched the news of my father's trial. There he was, in that orange uniform, his wrists cuffed, surrounded by security guards. The image was devastating, though not completely unexpected. I knew this moment was coming, but witnessing it, seeing his expression so blank and lacking its usual sparkle, was more than I was prepared to face. This was the man who had always been the central figure in my life, the pillar of our family, and now he had publicly fallen.He has always been a figure of power and authority, a steady presence that inspired me to move forward, but also secretly terrified me. There was always something in his eyes and in his words that made it clear: he was capable of anything to achieve what he wanted. This, at first, fascinated and intimidated me, but as I grew up, I began to realize the consequences of this “anything.” There were rumors of obscure negotiations, of alliances broken without explanation,

AmberThe night was silent when I left that party. Everything around me seemed muffled, as if the darkness and cold had the power to freeze the memories that tried, tirelessly, to emerge in my mind. I got into the car, closed the door and let the engine growl gently before deciding my destination. There was no other place I could go but there.I drove through the empty streets until I reached the cemetery. The iron gate creaked, almost as if announcing my arrival. The path to Kris's grave seemed longer than I remembered, but perhaps it was my guilty conscience that made each step difficult. When I finally stopped in front of the tombstone, a whirlwind of emotions invaded me. Kris. The boy who pretended to be my boyfriend for three years. The boy who was thrown into the middle of the lies and manipulations that my father and I created. And he paid with his life.I knelt down slowly, looking at the cold tombstone. If I could go back, I would change everything, I would undo every mistake