Todos os capítulos de His Unfinished Love Story: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Emma's POVIt’s been days since Michael last visited. The isolation, coupled with the relentless silence, gnaws at my sanity. Food is scarce; the kitchen’s supplies have dwindled to almost nothing, but I don’t have the appetite to eat anyway. Depression has wrapped its cold fingers around me again, squeezing the life out of my will to survive. At least the tap water still works, so I won’t die of thirst. That’s a small blessing, I suppose.I can move freely within the house, but it feels more like a gilded cage than any kind of refuge. The mansion is vast, with three stories and an expansive garden where two bodyguards keep vigil. Every attempt to escape has ended in failure. The last time, I tried to jump the barriers, but one of the guards caught me. Following Michael’s orders, they beat me savagely. My injuries from the car accident had been healing, but this assault left me feverish and weak.Now, I’m shivering uncontrollably. The fever is taking its toll. Desperation pushes me to

Emma’s POV It’s been a week since Michael’s last visit. My fever has finally gone down, thanks to the medication he provided, but now I face a new challenge: there’s no food left in the house. When I first arrived, it seemed like the house was cleaned regularly, but now it was neglected. The only person who came by was a middle-aged lady who exclusively cleaned the forbidden room that once belonged to Scarlet. She had her own key and never showed any interest in the rest of the house. I encountered her one day, trying to strike up a conversation to figure out whether she had noticed the pink book has gone missing. “Could you clean my room too? It’s gotten dusty after weeks of neglect.” She shook her head regretfully. “I can’t help you with that unless Michael orders me to do so.” Her tone was polite, without any irritation. This gave me a small sense of relief; she hadn’t noticed the missing diary from Scarlet’s room. Taking a deep breath, I hurried back to my room, retrieved t

**Michael’s POV** The message sent to Daniel gave me a twisted satisfaction, but it also filled me with dread. I had underestimated him. His tenacity, his ability to uncover the truth, was threatening everything I had worked so hard to maintain. My grip on Emma, on my plans, was slipping. I need to act fast. I pace the floor of my office at the hospital, my mind racing. The sterile smell of disinfectant is nauseating, reminding me of the stolen anesthetics that now threaten to expose me. Daniel’s investigation was closing in on me, and I couldn’t afford any mistakes. The hospital, my shared home with Jessica, and the mansion where Emma is imprisoned—all of it was at risk. First, I need to secure the mansion. Emma’s presence there is a ticking time bomb. She’s the key to everything, and if Daniel finds her, it’s over. I grab my phone and call the guard stationed at the mansion. “Double the security,” I bark into the phone. “No one comes or goes without my explicit permission.

Daniel’s POVThe message on my phone from the unknown number still haunts me. “Daniel, if you want to see Emma alive, stop what you’re doing.” Michael knows. He’s onto us, and now Emma’s life hangs in the balance.I take a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands as I call David. "We have a problem," I say as soon as he answers. "What's going on?" David asks, his voice tense."Michael knows about our investigation. He just threatened Emma’s life if we don’t back off."David is silent for a moment. "We need a new plan. Immediately. We can’t let him intimidate us. Emma's safety is our top priority.""Agreed," I respond, my mind already racing through possibilities. "We need to be smarter, more careful. I think Michael is moving Emma around to avoid detection. We have to anticipate his moves.""Let's start by mapping out all possible locations Michael could use," David suggests. "We’ll need to get creative. He won’t use obvious places."We spend the next hour strategizing, compili

Emma’s POV**Diary Entry:***I don't want to write this. I don't want to remember it, but I have to. He did it again. Michael raped me. But this time, it was worse... so much worse. He called me names, mocked my legs, said I was worthless because I can't walk right. I never thought he could be so cruel. I never imagined he would stoop this low. I will never forgive him for this.*---The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stare at the diary, my hands shaking, unable to comprehend the depth of Michael’s cruelty. I knew he was dangerous, that he wasn’t someone to trust, but this... this is beyond anything I could have imagined.How could he do this to her? How could he look at someone as fragile and vulnerable as Scarlet and decide to break her even further? It’s sickening, revolting, and it makes me question everything I thought I knew about him.I try to make sense of it, but I can’t. The Michael I knew—the one who once showed me kindness, who seemed to care about me—how could th