All Chapters of Fated to my sister's husband.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KENIA. I was back to the dorm at the early hours of the morning, successfully sneaked in and closed the door behind him only to find Laura and Jenny standing with their hands on their hips and their feet tapping the floor. “Where have you been young woman?.” Laura asked, her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me from head to toe. “You reek of sweat.” Jenny scrunched her nose. “I went for a walk outside and got lost in the woods and I managed to find my way back and here I am.” The lie rolled out smoothly. “Really?.” Laura raised her brows, totally unconvinced with the lie. “Yes.” I nodded positively. “Go take a bath. You stink.” Jenny pushed me into the bathroom. “Don’t you think There’s something wrong with Kenia.” I heard Jenny say to Laura. “Definitely. She’s acting weird and sure she’s lying to us.” Laura said. I stood in the shower for more than ten minutes, letting the water soak me, I heard everything they said and I don’t blame them. I was giving them doubts and

CLARK. I came back to the house, hours later. Edgar was out and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I went upstairs to my room, peeling off my clothes, and I took a shower. Soon I was out of the bathroom, properly dressed in a clean red T-shirt and black pants. I made my way to the adjacent door—my secret room. Inside was a science lab. The lab is a sterile, high-security facility with white-tiled walls, bright overhead lighting, and glass-enclosed workstations. On one side, advanced medical equipment monitors human samples. while the other holds animal enclosures and testing stations. Shelves are lined with labeled vials, syringes, and data tablets. The air smells faintly of disinfectant, and the silence is often broken by the hum of machines and occasional beeps from the monitors. A dwarf was collecting samples and mixing some chemicals. “Hey Gowen.” “Master.” It’s tiny voice called out, running towards me. “I made something.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s that?

SERA. “What were you both talking about?.” Kael asked, his eyes narrowed as he laid Jason in his cot. “Girls’ stuff. You don’t need to know about it.” I said, handing his phone back to him. “Really?.”“Yes.” “Fine.” He pulled me by the waist, my body crashing into his. “It’s a lovely weather, what do you say we do?.” He nibbled my earlobe and I bit back a moan, scared my sound will wake Jason up. “It’s a nice weather . But the captain isn’t ready to sail yet.” I whispered into his ears. “Why?.”“Because there’s a lot of passengers on board now. It will be difficult to find a quiet time with the captain.” I said, peppering kisses on his throat. “We can take a private yatch and let no one disturb us.” He leaned closer, crashing his lips on mine in a slow, gentle kiss. Jason stirred his his bed, making us break off the kiss and having space to breathe. “The most important passenger will soon come on board.” I averted my gaze on Jason who eyes were now wide open watching us .

KENIA. Monday morning came too fast. The alarm on my phone went off at six, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t remember. I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the screen before shutting it off.“Turn that thing off,” Jenny mumbled from her bed, her face buried in her pillow.“I already did,” I said, stretching. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t slept at all. Laura was already up, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, her hair tied in a messy bun.“You’re up early,” I said, rubbing my eyes.“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied without looking at me. “Figured I could get some studying done.”I didn’t push. Laura had been quieter than usual since the club incident, and I knew better than to pry when she wasn’t ready to talk. We all have been growing distant lately but none of us were ready to confront that. Just flowing with any energy the day brings. I refused to be the first to speak up.By seven, we were all dressed and heading to class. The campus was buzzing with students,

CLARK.The hospital smelled like bleach and something else underneath, something organic and rotting that the chemicals couldn’t quite mask. I had always hated hospitals. Too many emotions concentrated in one place, too much pain and fear and grief swirling through the air like invisible smoke. I stood outside my father’s room, watching through the small window in the door. He lay on the bed, perfectly still, tubes running from his arms, machines beeping steadily beside him. His chest rose and fell with mechanical precision, kept alive by technology rather than any will of his own. My mother sat in a chair beside him, her hand wrapped around his. Her face was blotchy from crying, her eyes red and swollen. She looked smaller than usual, diminished somehow, like grief was physically crushing her.I felt nothing.The door opened and one of the doctors stepped out, nearly bumping into me. He was young, probably only a few years out of medical school, with the kind of eager competence