All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SophiaThe silence in the room demanded that my mind speak to me about everything that was happening. The only sound that showed me mercy was that of the leaves outside, lulling me into light drowsiness and urging my thoughts to drift. But it didn’t work. It wasn’t enough. I needed something more.I was lying on my bed, missing Bright’s presence. Meanwhile, my only attempt at distraction was the windowpane, fogged up by the contrast between the warm air inside and the cold of the night. I still couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Bright. Having him in my head was fucking frustrating. I hated loving him this much.After he left the room following our argument, I stayed quiet, waiting for him to come back, but he didn’t. He didn’t even want to eat dinner with the whole family. I waited for him at the table because I didn’t dare go to the guest room and find him there. But he never showed up. Waiting only brought more silence and a chaotic whirlwind inside my chest.Dant

SophiaI didn’t expect to be the first one awake, but I was. I got out of bed early, noticing that Bright was still asleep. I wasn’t going to stay with him after the barely-there conversation we had last night. I needed something else to distract my mind, something that had nothing to do with him. I needed to escape the thoughts of what happened last night… how Bright had come to my room looking for shelter, for company… maybe for love. But we hadn’t talked about anything.He just came to tell me he loved me, to sleep beside me but made it very clear that he didn’t want to talk about it. He left me with a mouth full of questions. I refused to keep my mouth shut, but none of my words got through to him. Nothing. Just more silence. More hugs. And an uncertainty that grew heavier and heavier inside me. The most contradictory hug and silence anyone had ever given me.That’s why, when I woke up, I got out of bed and decided to go down to the kitchen. I offered to help the cooks with breakf

Sophia I was stunned by Bright’s words. It felt like a twisted replay of the past when he told my father, in a defensive tone, that we were getting married again and raising our child as a united family, right after my father called the baby a bastard.My father’s words hurt me deeply, but that pain was numbed by Bright’s response. I didn’t even have time to process anything else after he said it. I no longer cared how much everyone was judging me. The only thing that mattered was having clarity about what Bright had just declared. This was all so damn confusing, again.I looked at Bright, searching his face for some kind of answer. I wasn’t sure whether what he said was true or if it was just a desperate lie to save us from this situation.My mom stood up and walked away from the table, tears spilling down her face as if we’d committed the worst sin in the world. That morning, I saw in her eyes exactly what she thought about this situation. I saw her disappointment. Her disapproval

SophiaJames didn’t want us to leave, I could see it on his face. Beneath all the anger, resentment, and fear, he didn’t want to leave me unprotected. But he trusted Bright. He knew Bright would take care of me in the way our own father refused to, just because I had broken a traditional rule that I couldn’t care less about.“I tried convincing Dad to let you stay... but the best I could get was one night. I’m sorry,” he said quietly, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. He leaned his back against it.“And... what about Mom?” The question had been circling in my mind, and I couldn’t hold it back.Mom already knew about my pregnancy and had been supportive in her way. I didn’t expect her to agree with everything I’d done, but I at least hoped she wouldn’t side with Dad. It wouldn’t change my decision to leave, but it would hurt if I felt she was letting go of my hand to stand with him. That would break me more than anything my father could ever do. I didn’t wan

BrightSophia stood in front of me, as beautiful as ever. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, dancing with every subtle, gentle movement. Her gaze was as intense as fire, or like a tornado destroying everything in its path. Her perfectly sculpted facial features looked even more beautiful than usual. Her full lips curved unfairly whenever she disagreed with something I said.I felt so vulnerable looking at her. Her eyes were defiant. She didn’t look weak, she looked determined. There was something different about her, something that had floated to the surface during breakfast. Sophia had woken up that morning with a completely different attitude, firm, resolute. She no longer seemed like the restless, indecisive, immature Sophia she used to be. There was determination in her eyes and her movements. She didn’t let herself get stepped on. She stood up for herself. She confronted me, looking at me with eyes that had never looked at me like that before.She looked upset, but there was