บททั้งหมดของ Broken Vows, New Promises: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Damien’s POVThe warehouse was dimly lit, the overhead bulbs flickering like dying stars. The air smelled of oil, metal, and anticipation.Leo leaned against a rusted steel table, arms crossed. “You’re seriously considering going in alone?”I glanced at the blueprints spread across the surface—Moreau’s known locations, his operations, his weak points.“I don’t have a choice.”Leo exhaled sharply. “You always have a choice.”He wasn’t wrong. But I also knew that some choices came at a cost.Aurora stepped into the room then, her presence shifting the air. She was dressed in black, her eyes dark with exhaustion.She walked right up to me, arms crossed. “I’m coming with you.”I met her gaze. “No, you’re not.”Her jaw tightened. “Damien—”“This isn’t up for discussion.”Her fingers curled into fists. “You’re walking straight into his hands.”“I know.”Silence stretched between us, the kind that spoke of battles neither of us wanted to fight.Leo cleared his throat. “Look, Moreau has the u

Damien’s POVThe city burned.Thick smoke curled into the night sky, turning the stars into mere embers of light swallowed by the chaos below. Sirens screamed in the distance, but they were drowned out by the roar of destruction.I stood on the rooftop of the safe house, phone clenched in my fist, staring at the devastation below.Moreau had started the war.And I was already two steps behind.Aurora’s sharp intake of breath pulled me back. She stood beside me, her fingers pressing over her mouth as her eyes darted across the cityscape. “Damien… how many people…”I already knew what she wanted to ask.How many were dead?I didn’t have an answer.Leo’s voice cut through the silence. “The bombs were planted in key sectors—financial districts, high-ranking government buildings, even one near a hospital.” He turned to face me. “This wasn’t random.”Of course, it wasn’t.Moreau didn’t make random moves.Every explosion was a statement.I turned to Leo. “Damage report?”His jaw was tight. “

Damien’s POVThe world outside was still burning, but inside the dimly lit safehouse, all I could focus on was the small, unassuming flash drive sitting in the center of the table.It looked ordinary.But I knew better.Aurora sat beside me, her expression pale but determined. Leo stood across from us, arms crossed, watching me like he expected the damn thing to explode the moment I plugged it in.Maybe he wasn’t wrong.I exhaled and inserted the drive into the laptop.A single folder appeared on the screen. “Project Revenant.”The name sent a chill through me.I clicked it open.Dozens of files. Some video, some documents, some encrypted. I opened the first video.A grainy image flickered to life. A cold, sterile room. Bright lights. A man sat in a chair, bound, his face bloodied.And standing in front of him—Elias Moreau.The room went dead silent.Moreau’s voice crackled through the speakers.“You can fight all you want, but you and I both know the truth. The experiment worked.”T

Damien’s POVThe second the lights died, I knew I’d made a mistake.The doors behind me slammed shut with a finality that sent a chill down my spine.Then came the footsteps.Slow. Measured. Surrounding me from every side.I raised my gun, shifting into position, my mind calculating the angles.One entrance. No exits. Limited visibility.This wasn’t a battle.This was a hunt.And I was the one being hunted.Then Moreau’s voice slithered through the darkness.“Did you really think it would be that easy, Damien?”A low chuckle followed, and the footsteps grew louder.“Did you think you could walk in here, put a bullet in my skull, and be done with it?”My grip tightened. Steady. Calculated. Wait for an opening.Then the first shot rang out.A bullet whizzed past my head, embedding itself in the wall.Moreau laughed softly. “I told you, didn’t I? You’re playing my game now.”The First StrikeMove.I dove to the side as another shot fired, rolling into cover behind a column.Shadows shift

Damien’s POVSleep never came.I sat in the dark, listening to the world move without me.The weight of Moreau’s death should have been a relief.Instead, it felt like a cage.You were never meant to be free.His last words coiled around my throat, choking me even in silence.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms until the pain cut through the fog in my head.It didn’t work.Nothing worked.The blood on my hands had dried, but I still felt it.I still felt him.Aurora’s POVThe first rays of dawn crept through the window, casting Damien in an eerie glow.He hadn’t moved all night.Hadn’t spoken.Hadn’t looked at me.But I could feel the war inside him.I curled up next to him on the couch, resting my hand on his.He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t hold on either.My heart clenched.“You don’t have to go through this alone,” I whispered.His voice was hoarse. “Maybe I do.”I shook my head. “That’s what he wanted you to believe.”Damien finally turned his gaze to me.And f