All Chapters of My Hatred, My Soulmate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SERENA'S POVRight now, the only thing consuming my mind is finding a way to evade the relentless presence of Lucian, the ever-watchful vampire bodyguard standing like an immovable force at the entrance of my classroom. Cassidy, Luna, and I have already devised a plan—a desperate attempt at freedom. Whether it will work or not, we don't know. But at this point, we have no choice but to try.Lucian is no fool. He knows we're up to something, and his suspicion lingers in the air like a storm waiting to break. We are well aware that he has likely heightened his senses, making him ten times more perceptive than before. He is watching us, analyzing our every move, waiting for us to slip. But that's fine. Because we are watching him too.Throughout the entire class, I can feel his gaze drilling into me, a constant reminder of the chains wrapped around my freedom. His frustration is palpable, especially since he cannot decipher what we are plotting. Our whispers would have given us away, but

Isabella sits motionless in her classroom, her fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface of her desk, her expression a mask of simmering rage. Around her, the school buzzes with the aftermath of the earlier chaos—the fire alarm has sent students into a frenzy, but now the initial excitement is fading. None of it matters to Isabella. The world outside her seething thoughts is insignificant. Her mind is fixated on a singular purpose: revenge.She replays the events of yesterday, the sting of betrayal carving deeper into her heart with each recollection. Damon had dared to strike her—to slap her—over that wretched half-breed. The memory of it is a scorching brand against her pride. Her blood burns with indignation, her magic simmering just beneath the surface, aching for release. Serena will pay for this. For all of it.As her anger churns, her power responds instinctively. The pen on her desk lifts into the air, spinning slowly at first before picking up speed, a silent exte

  DAMON'S POV The library is quiet and still with no soul in sight, the tall wooden shelves standing like ancient sentinels among the dust motes that dance lazily in the beams of afternoon sunlight filtering through the high windows. Serena clings to me tightly, her breathing still uneven and shallow, her slender body trembling slightly against mine, radiating waves of fear that I can almost taste in the air between us. I can still hear Isabella's venomous threats echoing in my mind, her unbridled rage vibrating through the air like the aftershocks of an earthquake even though she is no longer physically present. And judging by the way Serena's grip on my arm tightens with painful intensity, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations in my skin, she can hear those threatening echoes too. She looks up at me, her normally bright blue eyes now clouded with worry and uncertainty, resembling a stormy sea rather

  SERENA'S POV School activities have settled back into their usual rhythm, and everything seems normal again—at least on the surface. As the day crawls to an end, exhaustion weighs heavily on me. My mind is completely drained from the relentless workload, the never-ending assignments, and the overwhelming pressure of studying. Each subject feels like an uphill battle, and my brain screams for a break. To make matters worse, Lucian continues to hover around me like an unshakable shadow, never straying more than a few steps away. His sharp, piercing gaze never falters, scrutinizing my every move as if I might flee at any moment. The way everyone looks at me—as if I'm some fragile pet under my father's watchful eye—is beyond frustrating. I feel suffocated, trapped in this invisible cage of so-called protection that I never asked for. I can't keep living like this. For the third t

  SERENA'S POV There’s nothing I can do now. Not against Lucian. My father’s most trusted vampire bodyguard stands tall, stone-faced, unwavering. He’s as immovable as a mountain, determined to carry out his orders. And when my father commands something, there’s no room for negotiation. Right now, he wants me home. Immediately. But all I can think about is Damon. The feel of his arms around me. The way he holds me like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world. I want to stay wrapped up in him, to let his warmth erase everything else. I want to hold him close and never, ever let go. But I already know that’s not going to happen. Not tonight. Not with my father pulling the strings. Lucian calls for another vehicle, his voice as cold as the air outside. Within minutes, a sleek black five-seater sedan glides to the curb, almost silently. Its windows ar