Semua Bab The Traitor's Daughter : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lorenzo's kiss had left me breathless, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through my mind. It was as if time had stopped the moment our lips met, and now, as I stood there, my heart racing, I could barely process what had just happened. The warmth of his body was still lingering on my skin, and the taste of him was intoxicating. I felt a mix of exhilaration and comfort, but the fear of the unknown still plagued meAs I looked into his eyes, I could see the questions reflected back at me. Lorenzo had always been intense, his gaze piercing through any facade I tried to maintain. I could tell he was waiting for me to say something, anything, but the words felt stuck in my throat. What did he mean to me? The answer seemed so simple yet so complicated at the same time.In that moment, I thought back to all the times we had spent together. The way he cared for me whether subtly or not, the ones k knew of and the ones I didn’t. We had shared laughter, secrets, and even pain. Our connection th

Walking out of Sarah’s room, I noticed that the rain that had the whole sky cackling with so much thunder and lightning,had finally stopped. A hush settled over the city, that odd quiet that only follows a storm, as if the buildings themselves were holding their breath. The streets glistened as the remnants of the storm polished pavements.Whenever I was in feel thought, I begin to see nature clearly and appreciate it even more. The smell of petrichor hit my nose and I inhaled the calm that came with it, which contrasted the plan we were just about to hatch. Daniel stood beside me, still, unreadable as usual. His coat collar was turned up against the wind, though it had died an hour ago. I envied his calm.In this moment, I was angry. Very angry and didn’t care about pretending he be calm. Janet’s attack had rattled more than the walls of the sanctum. Her betrayal was like a knife to my souls because I truly did consider her my sister.I had trusted her. I had spared her. And in r

The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac

I should have known something was wrong the moment the wind changed.It came suddenly, sharp and acrid, like sweat and smoke and blood. It wasn’t the cool, clean breeze I’d grown used to on the ridge behind the safehouse. I paused halfway through my usual walk, turning to glance back at the small cabin nestled between the trees. Everything looked the same. Quiet. Still.But my skin prickled.“Daniel!” I screamed, stumbling backward, as I saw him fall like a pack of card on the floor, already looking lifelessThree of them. Maybe four. Faces wrapped in cloth, eyes cold and distant, like they weren’t even human anymore. Just shadows with weapons.I could see from a distance that there were other men in total black, like the guards of the mansion but they seemed to actually attack the maids. It was definitely not our guards. Daniel tried to stand. He made it to one knee before the second man kicked him full in the ribs, a crack echoing through the clearing. I couldn’t move. My feet we

Sarah’s POVI didn’t sleep much.Even though I was safe. Even though Lorenzo barely left my side, even to breathe. My body knew I was free, but my mind hadn’t caught up. The dark didn’t feel like peace anymore, it felt like the barn, like rope on my wrists, like metal against my skull.I’d wake in cold sweats, breathing hard, fingers curled into fists that refused to unclench.Sometimes I screamed.Sometimes I was silent.I hated that I had spiraled again. The last time this happened, I was still back home with nanny. Why was I being so weak again?However, Lorenzo was always there. Holding me. Steady as stone. He didn’t flinch when I sobbed against his chest or when I punched the mattress in frustration because I couldn’t stop shaking at the sound of a creaking floorboard. He didn’t speak unless I asked him to. He just stayed.And somehow, that helped.Still, there were moments I hated myself for what I felt.I hated how small I was now. How fragile. Like I was made of broken glass