All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SophiaI was finishing folding a blanket on the couch when I heard Bright’s footsteps coming down the stairs. His steps were slow, almost as if he were unsure of every movement. I looked at him as soon as he appeared in the doorway of the living room. He had that expression he wore whenever he was about to give me news he knew I wouldn’t like.“Everything okay?” I asked, setting the blanket aside.Bright nodded, but the gesture was forced.“I have to go out for a bit. James called me for a meeting… at my parents’ house.”I frowned.“What? But James was here just a few hours ago. Why does he want to see you again?”Bright shrugged as if he didn’t understand it either.“He said it was urgent. That he needed to speak to me alone.”I stood up, crossing my arms.“Then I’m going with you.”He immediately shook his head and took a step toward me.“No. I don’t want you running into your father. We don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want anything to upset you. Especially now… with the bab

Sophia Sleeping in the guest room wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had expected. The bed was spacious, and the sheets were freshly washed, carrying that soft lavender scent that had always felt calming to me. Even so, I couldn’t fall asleep. My mom was breathing softly beside me, deeply asleep, as if she’d been waiting for years to rest like this by my side, in peace. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, my heart tangled in thoughts I couldn’t shake off. Bright. He had said he only went to talk to her, that nothing had happened with Sabrina. But that didn’t give me peace. What hurt wasn’t just the fact that he had gone; it was that he hid it from me. He did it knowing I’d notice, knowing it would hurt me. And he still went. He still chose not to tell me. He kept it to himself as if we could just go on without it affecting what we have. As if I could. And now, I was here, in this bed, without him. I missed him. Much more than I’d like to admit. His

SophiaThe house was silent. Mom had already left early, leaving us alone for the first time in several days. I remember she kissed me on the forehead before leaving and gave me a look that said it all: worry, exhaustion, and also relief. She knew I needed to talk to Bright, that we needed to understand each other.I walked down the stairs slowly. Bright was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools by the island. He had a cup of coffee in his hands, staring blankly into nothing. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up. His eyes were tired, with dark circles and a sadness so heavy it seemed to hang in the air."Your mom left," he said quietly.I nodded and approached. I sat down across from him without saying anything at first. I just looked at him. There was something about his hunched posture, the way he held the cup with both hands like it was an anchor, that made my chest ache.“We were about to talk about this before everything blew up, remember?”Bright nodded without lookin

SophiaThe call came ten days after that confrontation with James at home. Since then, he hadn’t replied to a single message from Bright or me, though I knew he was keeping tabs on our health through the wolves stationed outside the house. They told him I was alive. My brother’s silence felt sharp, and although I tried to convince myself that time would ease the tension, deep down I knew something had broken between us, like a crack slowly spreading across fragile ground.That’s why, when we received his unexpected call summoning us urgently to my parents' house, both Bright and I were left speechless and stunned. No words were exchanged on the way there, only nervous glances and tense gestures. I kept my hands tightly clenched on my thighs as the car moved along the roads I knew so well, but which now felt foreign and hostile.When we arrived, the first thing we noticed was how the wolves guarding the entrance looked at us. There was something different in their eyes, a mix of judgme

Sophia The air inside my parents’ house was thick, unbreathable. Everything smelled like death, despair, as if something had broken forever. Sabrina lay on the floor, her lifeless body covered by an improvised blanket, while silence spread through the room like a stain that couldn’t be cleaned. No one dared to move, to speak, to do anything. Time seemed suspended.Bright was still on the floor, dazed from the blow James had dealt him. I knelt beside him, my hands trembling, and tried to help him up, but before I could, James hit him again, his scream filled with rage and pain. Bright collapsed once more with a dull thud.“James, stop!” I screamed, stepping between them with my arms outstretched. “Stop hurting him!”Bright didn’t fight back. He didn’t look up. He could barely breathe. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper, heavy with something that froze my blood. “Kill me.”My heart stopped. It felt like my soul had been ripped out. Everyone in the room froze. My mother stopped