All Chapters of Broken Vows, New Promises: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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100: Shadows of the Future

Damien’s POVThe echoes of Daemon’s fall still rang in my mind, though the blood had long since dried. The confrontation, the final confrontation, had felt both inevitable and surreal. My hand still trembled slightly as I gripped the railing of the balcony, staring out into the vast, darkened expanse of the estate grounds below. The night had grown still, but the air felt thick with anticipation—like a storm was still gathering on the horizon, despite Daemon’s death.I had faced him. Faced the part of me I’d never known, the monster bred from my very blood and bones. I had watched him die, felt his last breath rattle through the air. It should have been a victory, a triumph over my past—a cleansing fire. But now, in the aftermath, I felt none of that.Instead, all I could hear was the ringing silence left in his wake.I glanced down at my hand, watching the faint tremors as I flexed my fingers. The blood on them, still fresh from the struggle, was only a reminder of what had been lost

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101: Aftershocks

Aurora’s POVThe silence after war was the loudest thing I’d ever heard.It seeped into the walls of the estate, into the creaking floorboards and the chilled morning air. I could hear my own breath too clearly as I sat alone in the conservatory, legs curled beneath me, the early sunlight filtering through the glass like shattered gold.I hadn’t seen Damien since last night. Since Daemon. Since the bullet.It was over. But something inside me still buzzed like static.My fingers trembled around the teacup I hadn’t touched. I wasn’t sure if I was cold or just empty. We had survived, but surviving came with a cost. I didn’t know how to name it yet.Damien’s clone. His mirror. His shadow.Daemon had looked like him. Moved like him. Smirked like him. And yet, the moment I saw them side by side, I’d known. The real Damien wasn’t a reflection of violence. He was shaped by pain, yes—but he chose to feel, even if it broke him.I wasn’t sure if he saw that.The door creaked behind me.I didn’t

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102: Echoes of Us

Damien’s POVMorning arrived as a pale whisper through the frost-kissed windows of the estate. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, elbows on knees, the world outside still veiled in shadow. The silence felt too complete—like the house was holding its breath.Aurora lay behind me, still wrapped in sleep, her breathing steady, the curve of her body half-shrouded by the blanket. The only thing anchoring me to this moment was the knowledge that she was there—safe, close, real.But everything else in me felt frayed.Daemon’s face lingered in my mind like a ghost refusing to leave. Not just his face—mine. His voice—my voice. Each time I blinked, I could see him again, the final look in his eyes before he fell. Not rage. Not defiance. Acceptance.And that terrified me more than anything.Because what if I had been just one breath, one misstep, one trauma away from becoming him?I ran a hand over my face, feeling the rough stubble against my palm. The adrenaline had long since burned out

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103: Through the Veil

The day was cold, the kind of cold that crept into bones and wrapped itself around the heart. Damien stood on the balcony of the estate, overlooking the mist-shrouded forest, a cup of coffee untouched in his hand. The conversation from the night before lingered in his mind. Three simple words—ones he never thought he could say, let alone mean."I love you, too."Aurora’s voice was still etched in his memory, and the feeling of her lips against his was a brand he couldn't shake. But now, in the clarity of morning, the world returned in pieces—and with it, the war that hadn’t ended. The flash drive had only opened one door. What lay behind it was something far more dangerous.Inside, the team gathered in the war room. Lucien, Quinn, Zara, and Jace were already deep in debate when Damien entered. The moment he stepped in, all eyes turned toward him. No one asked how he was. They didn’t need to. His presence alone was answer enough."We decrypted the rest of the files," Quinn said, sliding

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104: The Edge of the End

Aurora’s POVThe rain whispered against the windows, a soft, ceaseless rhythm that mirrored the storm churning inside me. I stood in the war room beside Damien, watching the digital map shift with red markers and lines of data streaming across the monitors. It felt surreal, how the world outside could remain untouched—silent and calm—while ours spiraled toward something that felt inevitable.We hadn’t spoken much since Romania. Since Daemon.Damien hadn’t slept. Not really. He paced at night, murmured Monroe’s name in his sleep, and carried shadows under his eyes that even sunlight couldn’t erase. There was a hollowness in him now. A silence that didn’t come from fear—but from knowing what had to come next.“What do you see when you look at that map?” I asked him quietly.Damien’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away from the screen. “I see the end. One way or another.”I moved closer, feeling the tension roll off him in waves. “You’re not alone in this.”His gaze shifted to me, the

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105: Fire and Ash

Damien's POVThe shattering of glass was the catalyst. My bullet tore through the reinforced window, followed by the eruption of chaos. Monroe vanished behind a wall of smoke and shrapnel as alarms blared and red lights flooded the corridor. The sound of gunfire echoed like thunder in a metal tomb. Xavier and the others split into formation behind me, weapons drawn, eyes scanning every shadow."Move!"Aurora was already ahead, navigating through the thick smoke like a ghost. I followed her into the heart of Monroe's kingdom.The air was thick with heat and static. Something deeper stirred beneath the surface, a low thrumming like a living heartbeat within the asylum's bones. As we pushed forward, the walls pulsed with faint light—not fluorescent. Bioluminescent. Artificial veins wired through the structure like it was alive."He's turned the entire place into a machine," Xavier muttered."No," I replied, stepping into the main corridor. "A womb. He's birthing something here."We found

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106: Reckoning's Threshold

Aurora's POVThe early dawn crept over the horizon, casting a silver light across the war-torn estate. I stood at the window of the master bedroom, watching the sun struggle to rise through a veil of gray clouds. The air was still, eerily quiet, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.Damien was asleep, finally. The lines of exhaustion carved into his face had softened in the quiet. He looked younger when he slept—less burdened, less tormented. As if the weight of the world he carried had momentarily slipped from his shoulders.But peace, I knew, was fleeting. We were standing on the edge of something greater, something darker. Monroe wasn’t finished. Daemon’s death had only revealed the first layer of the nightmare. And in the hours since, our intel had painted a more harrowing picture.I turned from the window as Damien stirred. He blinked up at me, his expression clouded with sleep and something else—fear? Worry? He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face."You didn’t sl

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107: The Reflection in the Mirror

The hum of the helicopter blades faded into the distance, leaving behind an unsettling silence that settled over the hidden compound. Damien stood on the edge of the scorched grass, his eyes fixed on the treeline where the battle had erupted only hours earlier. The clone child’s face still haunted him—those eyes, wide with recognition, staring at him not with fear, but familiarity.He had barely spoken on the flight back. Aurora had watched him, her gaze quiet and filled with unspoken questions, but she hadn't pressed. She understood his silence, respected it. Now, as the team disbanded to tend to wounds and assess the stolen data, Damien remained frozen in place, a ghost rooted to the ground."You should get inside," Aurora said gently, approaching him. Her voice was a balm, but it didn’t reach the storm inside him.Damien didn’t move. "He looked at me like he knew me. Not as a stranger. As something… familiar."Aurora hesitated. "Maybe because he was designed to.""No," Damien murmu

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108: Threads of the Past

Aurora's POVThe rain had finally stopped by morning, leaving behind a trail of fog that curled around the forest trees like a lingering breath. From the window of the safehouse, I watched the mist, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water from the eaves.Inside, no one spoke much. The child—the clone—was asleep now, curled up on a makeshift cot in the adjacent room. Despite everything, he looked... peaceful. Fragile. Too human to be a weapon.Damien hadn't said a word since we returned. He stood by the window, rigid, his expression unreadable. But I could feel it—the storm behind his eyes. The questions. The guilt. The fear that maybe, just maybe, some part of this twisted nightmare was rooted in him.I walked over slowly, placing a gentle hand on his arm."Talk to me," I whispered.He shook his head. "I don't even know what to say.""Start with how you feel."He turned to me then, and I saw it all laid bare in his eyes. The child had called him 'father.' Not as a weap

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109: Cracks in the Reflection

Damien's POVThe world outside the safe house was quiet, unnaturally so. The wind rustled dry leaves along the courtyard, but inside, silence reigned like a heavy fog. I stood by the large window, watching the horizon shift in colors as dusk fell, my thoughts tangled in a chaos I couldn't quite escape.The child—Subject Echo, they had called him—was resting in one of the spare rooms, monitored by three of our best medics and two guards. But it was his eyes that haunted me. Not because they were different, but because they were exactly the same as mine. The first time he looked at me and whispered, "Father?" something in me fractured.He wasn’t just a clone. He wasn’t just another experiment.He was a child who saw me as something more than a genetic match. He saw me as someone who should have protected him.Aurora came to stand beside me, her presence soft but grounding. She didn't speak at first. She rarely did when she knew my mind was spiraling. Instead, she slipped her hand into m

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