บททั้งหมดของ The Chemistry: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Playing Malibu Nights by LANY as I write.Mayeli wandered along the trail near a pond from the melting snows of winter. The sky was crystalline blue, the air cool. She filled her lungs with it and held it for a moment before letting it out slowly. Two bluebirds flitted overhead, dipping and swirling in a joyful dance to the hint of spring.It was midweek, mid-afternoon, the ides of March. Five days short of the first day of spring. Killian died on this day, just a year ago. He had betrayed her, leaving her to raise their child on her own.He had left a message, that was the last reminder of his lovely voice. “I’m so sorry, my sweetheart. Mayeli, I wish I had done better, given you all the nice treats and treated you like the princess that you are. I’m sorry I hurt you so much, my love. I feel like a mess right now because I know I’m only hurting you more. I don’t have much time, so I’ll say this.I’ll always love you, my princess and I hope we get to meet in our next life. I promise

“Bryelle, can you please leave the bathroom?” Mayeli screamed at the top of her voice. It was hard to believe that her baby was already twelve years old. She was growing so fast and beautiful.She was amazingly smart too, just like her father. She easily topped her class and received a glowing recommendation from her tutors.She was already starting to have male crushes and spend so long in the bathroom, sometimes she wanted to apply make up too.Mayeli chuckled. She and Shaila had been worse than Bryelle when they were kids. She wondered how her mother had handled both of them.“I’m coming, Mom. Almost done!” Bryelle’s voice came from her bathroom.Mayeli carefully placed the black dinner gown she had brought up for her on her beige bedsheet. Unlike the usual girl, Pink, Bryelle had a unique love for beige. Her room was painted beige and white, and most of the celebrity posters hanging on her walls all matched the colour.Her room was always neat, tidy, and arranged, just like Killia

Mayeli took in the view of Hôtel Fouquet's Barrière as she and Nixen walked in, arms entwined. Her Mom, Shaila, and Bryelle were already waiting for them at the private suite Nixen had managed to reserve for them. It was one of the most popular hotels in paris and getting a reservations was more than a big deal.It was her birthday though, she deserved it.Mayeli smiled as she read the banner hanging on the entrance door of the suite.Welcome to your glamorous forty, our beloved Mayeli.She didn’t consider it glamorous, though, but she was grateful for the effort they had put in to make her happy. She had woken up thinking about what Killian had done on her last birthday with him, and her mood had turned sulky for most of the day.She’d probably still been lying in bed if Bryelle had not forced her out.Nixen led her to her seat at the head of the table and took the one opposite her.“Happy birthday, Mom, I love you,” Bryelle said, handing her a wrapped present.“Thank you, my love.”

Mayeli walked to the her sitting room to meet Nixen who was waiting for her with their wedding planner. The woman was a young and beautiful twenty-three year old with lovely auburn hair and dreamy brown eyes. She blushed each time she looked at Nixen and was sitting a bit oo close to him.Mayeli chuckled to herself. She didn’t feel any anger or jealousy watching the woman’s flirty moves. We, Killian, she had always felt fierce jealousy when women came too close or tried to get his attention.She had asked herself severally why she was marrying Nixen, but the answer had always been simply the same. Because she wanted to.She had no great reason to justify her action, nor did she need to have one. Just a few minutes ago, while she was preparing to come downstairs, she had received a message from Diora, apologizing for yesterday, and saying they’d talk more about it.Diora didn’t understand, and Mayeli was tired of explaining. She had no reason to explain either. It was her decision and

Wedding of Shadows and SecretsMayeli sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as Shaila tugged the last strand of her hair into place. “You’re beautiful,” Shaila murmured, stepping back to admire her work. Bryelle stood at her mother’s side, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning Mayeli with quiet scrutiny. At twelve, she was no longer the little girl who clung to her mother’s skirts—she was growing into a young woman with an air of sharp intelligence, her presence more commanding than most adults in the room. “You look like a queen, Mom,” she said, her tone decisive, as if daring Mayeli to argue. Mayeli swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a smile. A queen. A bride. A woman about to make a vow she wasn’t sure she could keep. Her mother, regal in a navy-blue gown, stepped forward, adjusting the lace of Mayeli’s veil with careful hands. "You’re making the right choice," she said softly, her voice rich with a certainty Mayeli wished she shared. The weight