All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kael stood frozen in the hallway, his mind a storm of disbelief. The sight of Dr. Ganner dragged from the floor and escorted out like a criminal, had lodged itself in his chest like a blade. What on earth was going on? “Come in, Kael,” Justine said firmly, as though he had read Kael's confused thoughts. Kael stepped inside, his eyes wide with confusion. “What's happening?” he asked, his voice low but trembling. “Why did you let them treat uncle Peter like that?”Justine let out a slow breath, not looking at Kael at first. “He betrayed me.”“Betrayed you?” Kael echoed, stunned. “What are you talking about? You two have been friends since even before I was born! He practically raised me with you.”Justine turned to face him. His eyes were dark, steady. “That doesn’t change what he did.”Kael stepped closer, struggling to understand. “What did he do? What could he possibly have done that made you punch him and call security on him?”“We’ve come too far, Kael,” Justine said, looking Kae

Even after Kael left her room, Angela remained frozen in place, his words echoing in her mind like a bell struck too hard. Her stepfather had had Dr. Ganner detained. The idea clung to her like soot, darkening every corner of her thoughts.Even though he was not her biological father, Justine had always been good to her, treating her like the daughter he never had. They'd always gotten along well, even after he and her mother divorced. And though Angela admired and respected him and his brilliance, she had never agreed with him on the idea of eradicating an entire species, no matter how dangerous Justine had painted them. But she’d learned to keep her views quiet, especially around him. He had always been unyielding when his mind was made up.Still, she had never imagined he would imprison his oldest friend. For as long as Angela had known Justine, Dr. Ganner had always been in the picture. They'd known themselves since High school, where Dr. Ganner had been two classes ahead of Justi

As the day progressed and evening began to approach, Angela sat curled on the floor of her room, her back against the wall, eyes staring blankly ahead. Despite all her assurances to Lylah and her confident words to Dr. Ganner, she still hadn’t figured out how to get Lylah out of her room to him. Every scenario she’d imagined ended in disaster. There were way too many guards. Too many eyes. Too much risk.Her stomach growled again, a long low rumble that startled her from thought. She looked down at the biscuit wrappers strewn around her—four, maybe five, all crumpled in a heap beside an empty soda can. They’d done nothing to quell her hunger. Just sugar and air. Her head was beginning to ache, her limbs felt hollow. Yet the thought of walking down to the kitchen, where at least two guards were posted nearby, made her stomach twist tighter.The cook had not come around today, but Angela didn’t care to know why. She was too deep in her own world, too far gone with worry.She groaned sof

Once safe behind the automated door, Lylah moved cautiously, her footsteps soft against the gleaming tile floor of the room. The air inside was stark and sterile, humming with a low mechanical buzz, and cold enough to raise goosebumps on her arms. She scanned the room carefully, trying to recall Dr. Ganner’s exact words.“The storage bay at the far right. Four compartments…”She turned right and approached the section he’d described—but immediately, something felt wrong. The layout didn’t match what she’d expected. The shelves were neater, but many compartments were now sealed with new locking pads. Others had labels that didn’t match what she remembered from the last time she was in here. Some things were missing altogether.Her heart sank.She backed up a step, her breath hitching. Was this the right part? Had the Kyrexin-X been moved?No—it couldn’t be. This had to be the right place. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm.But the longer she looked, the more it becam

The fire had been put out many hours ago, and a new day had dawned upon the inhabitants of the mansion, but its memory lingered in the very bones of the building.Angela stood at the far end of the corridor just beside the scorched remains of the kitchen, her arms folded tightly across her chest. The early morning air was laced with smoke and sawdust, the scent of char and chemicals clinging stubbornly to the walls. Sunlight slanted through the broken windows and half-opened panels, illuminating the damage in stark, brutal clarity.Blackened tiles crumbled under the boots of the workers moving back and forth, hauling equipment, assessing support beams, and working to restore what had been lost. A stretch of marble flooring had cracked from the heat, now pried open like an old wound. The kitchen’s central island—once gleaming with polished stone—was reduced to a jagged skeleton of concrete and soot. The fire had spread quicker than anyone anticipated, licking through the walls, scorchi