Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Hatred, My Soulmate : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

SERENA’S POVThe ride back home is quiet—eerily quiet. Not even Cassidy’s usual sarcastic jabs nor Luna’s soft humming can cut through the tension pulsing through the vehicle. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white, as I stare blankly out the window. Lucian sits in the front, as still and composed as a statue, his aura unreadable as always. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. I don’t even know if it’s fear, guilt, or pure rage and longing coursing through me. Maybe it’s all three—merging and exploding within me like a storm I can’t control.The car slows as we approach the apartment building. A thick silence blankets us as we step out into the cool night air. The streetlights flicker overhead, casting golden glows that don’t feel comforting—just cold. I take one step toward the door, only for Lucian to brush past us with that same silent authority, his pace unwavering. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look back. He leads the way like a shadow determined to va

  SERENA’S POV The clinking of cutlery against porcelain is the only sound that echoes in the grand dining hall. The luxurious ambiance—the golden chandelier, the velvet-draped windows, the polished marble floors—does nothing to ease the pressure sitting on my chest. I watch my father from the corner of my eye, every muscle in my body taut with tension. He calmly slices into his steak with methodical precision, each movement slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the silence, owning the moment. Every bite he takes is calculated, measured, as though he’s orchestrating more than just a meal. Despite the rich aroma of roasted meat and aged wine filling the air, the atmosphere is suffocating—heavy and thick, wrapped in a silence that clings to the walls like an unbroken curse. I shift slightly in my chair, leaning back with practiced grace, then cast a discreet glance toward Cassidy and Luna. One subtle look is all it tak

  SERENA’S POV The hand over my mouth feels like iron—unyielding, cold, and crushing. I want to scream—Goddess, I need to scream—but all that comes out is a strangled, muffled whimper. My chest heaves, my breath shallow, desperate to break free of the suffocating grip that holds me. The figure behind me is solid, unyielding, his arm locking around my waist like a steel band. He drags me back into the shadows with terrifying speed, each step thudding against the ground as I kick and thrash, trying to twist out of his grasp. But it’s useless. His hold doesn’t waver—not even for a second. His body feels like a wall of stone. My heart slams against my ribs, every beat a frantic, panicked drum. Fear pulses through me, hot and overwhelming. Luna and Cassidy spin around at the sound of my muffled cries, their eyes widening in shock. The expressions on their faces shift from confusi

  SERENA’S POV "Duplication spell." The words reverberate in my mind like a haunting melody, a constant echo I can’t seem to silence. I stare at Luna, my heart pounding against my ribs, my pulse a wild thing thrumming beneath my skin. My lips part, ready to ask what she means, but before I can utter a single word, the idea hits me like a rush of wind through an open window. My eyes snap wide. Luna sees it—sees the shift, the sudden spark igniting behind my gaze. Her knowing nod tells me everything: You’ve figured it out. “That…” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. “That’s actually a damn good plan.” I try to keep the tremor out of my voice, but it slips through. Fear coils in my gut like a restless serpent, tight and unyielding. Every second we waste here is a se

  DAMON'S POV I can't help it. The need claws at me, an overwhelming tide that’s been building for hours, days, maybe longer. It’s a physical ache deep in my gut, a frantic energy buzzing just beneath my skin. And now… now she’s here. Right in front of me, in my apartment, the very place my fantasies have played out a thousand times. There’s nothing between us, no watchful eyes, no imminent interruption – at least, not yet. I know this is borrowed time. A stolen moment before the world, before her father, inevitably discovers she’s gone and rips her away again. That knowledge sharpens the edge of my desire, making every second precious, potent. There’s no room for discussion, no time for hesitant talk. Action is the only language that makes sense right now. With a low growl rising in my chest, I surge forward, pinning her against the cool wood of