Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Traitor's Daughter : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

My whole body stood at a standstill as I took in the sight in front of me, and for some minutes, I could not speak nor move from the shock.Just about an hour ago, Daniel had called and informed us that he had followed Logan, who had sneakily left the training ground and assured us that he was definitely going to come back with some tangible information.This tangible though was jaw dropping and bone chilling, because tell me why I am staring at my mother and a man that Lorenzo has confirmed to be his father in the same picture frame.It was shocking that there was such a relationship between them but should but be too surprising considering that my father was once his father's closest friend.The shocking thing was the fact that my mother was smiling with her hands up in the sky and was on the back of Lorenzo's father.Were they in a relationship?What in the world is this discovery.I was expecting some intel on what Donga planned to do next, not finding out that my mom may have or

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I could not even find his shadow and he literally just left less than a minute. I literally went all round the house but could not find him, and immediately knew that he really didn’t want to be found which meant that he was probably trying to protect me from something. Going back to the staircase where he had to take once he left our room. Turning to face the guard that was stationed there, I decided to ask“Where’s Lorenzo?” I asked, but he turned away from me, trying to avoid my gaze as if that would stop one. He hesitated for a little bit. “He said not to tell anyone.” He saud with his voice shaking as if he knew that he could not escape this. I stepped forward. “Cam. Where?”He looked around, then leaned in. “The generator room. With Logan.” My stomach dropped.I didn’t wait. I moved fast, boots pounding against the cold concrete, heart thudding in my chest.Why in the world was he in a place that was actually hidden? And now he was a

Lorenzo’s P.O.VThe arrow quivered in my hand, still humming with the force it had landed with. I stared at it for a long moment, my senses straining against the quiet. Everything around the house was still, eerily so. The sort of stillness that only came before something terrible.I turned the shaft over, fingers moving instinctively, and found the thin parchment wound tightly near the head. The handwriting on the note was sharp, deliberate. I unfolded it slowly, as if each inch might trigger something, and read the words.“SARAH, COME TO THE BACK OF THE HOUSE ALONE.DO NOT SPEAK. DO NOT ALERT ANYONE.IF YOU REFUSE, I BLOW IT ALL TO HELL.Daddy Dearest.”My chest tightened.Donga.I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt. His name was like acid in my mouth, burning, bitter, impossible to ignore.He couldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. Not after everything. I had reinforced the perimeter, set traps, watched the woods like a hawk. I hadn’t let my guard drop for a second. And yet, this n

The rain hadn’t let up all day. It battered the roof of the house like a million tiny fists pounding out an impatient warning. The storm was loud, but not louder than the silence inside me, the kind that takes root when you’ve already made a decision and now all that’s left is the execution.I stood by the window, watching the sheets of water slice through the night. The glass was cold beneath my fingers. So cold that I could imagined the fire that would soon replace this cold. It would come in bursts, in flames that devoured steel and concrete. Donga’s last refuge would become his tomb. Every time I mentioned that it would his tomb, Sarah would always remind me that he always had an escape plan and route.He had built himself a new base. Bigger. More fortified. Hidden deep in the southern hills, surrounded by forests, mines, and paranoia. A place he thought no one would ever find.But I found it.Not by brute force or by satellites or drones. I found it by trusting the men I’d pla

Sarah’s P.O.VI felt it before Lorenzo said a word.We were in the middle of sorting books into the new shelves he’d built, his hands covered in sawdust, mine wrapped around a half-read novel I hadn’t had the heart to finish. The sunlight warmed the room like a blanket, making it hard to believe evil could still lurk out there.But I saw it the moment he froze.It was a small pause. Barely noticeable. His fingers hesitated over the edge of his phone, and something shifted in his posture, a subtle coiling, like a wolf catching a familiar scent on the wind. Then his thumb tapped the screen again, slower this time, and I watched the color in his face go taut.I set the book down quietly knowing very well the only person that could get him to react like this. “It’s him, isn’t it?” I asked as I took a step closer yh him. Lorenzo didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the screen, then finally turned it toward me. A secure message blinked in encrypted green:Subject Located. Donga. C