Semua Bab Vows he doesn't remember : Bab 1 - Bab 7

The Woman Who Was Supposed to Be DeadIRIS:I knew the moment I said her name that everything would change.Seraphine.Even after three years, the name still tasted like ash in my mouth.Callum’s face paled. His jaw clenched. The tremor in his hands betrayed him, even if his voice remained composed.“She’s dead,” he said, not asking—declaring.I shook my head once. “You thought she was. We both did. But someone in this house made sure you believed the lie.”He stared at the journal like it might bleed. Then he snapped it shut, and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the dead study.“Why are you telling me this now?”Because I had to.Because I was running out of time.“Because if you don’t remember who she really is—what she’s capable of—she’ll make you forget everything again.”---The truth was, I had seen her.Three nights ago.I’d heard something in the servant tunnels. A voice humming a lullaby I hadn’t heard since the fire.I followed it.And there she was.Standing in the shadow

The Girl Who Refused To Disappear IRIS:I had imagined a hundred ways I’d see Callum again.But none of them included screaming through bloodied lips as I watched him fall.The gunshot echoed like thunder down the corridor.His body hit the ground with a sickening finality. For a second, I didn’t move. Couldn’t.Callum.I crawled to him, my hands slippery with blood. He was alive—but barely. The bullet had torn through his shoulder, dangerously close to his chest.Ezra pulled him back, one hand pressing down on the wound. “Keep pressure here. Don’t let go.”I nodded, dazed, shaking.Seraphine stood at the end of the corridor, gun still raised. Her eyes weren’t just wild. They were certain. Like she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life.“I warned you,” she said calmly. “He’s not yours.”“You shot him!” I screamed.She didn’t flinch. “He’ll live. Long enough to remember what you did to him.”I froze.“What are you talking about?”She stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “You d

The Forgotten Heir (Callum POV)The wind whipped through the courtyard as Callum stood at the edge of the estate’s hidden garden, a place he once frequented but now barely recognized. Everything was at odds with the truth he'd been fed for months—the truth that Iris was a stranger, that his life had been a carefully curated lie. But the small lavender flower she left, the tremble in her voice, and now, the truth about Noah... it shattered the final walls of doubt around his heart.Ezra stood beside him, unusually silent. For once, the lawyer had no arguments, no legal jargon, only a weighted glance at the wrought-iron gates beyond which the boy waited."He's five, Callum," Ezra said finally, his voice low. "Smart. Observant. Looks like you."Callum couldn’t speak. His hands, cold and clenched, ached from holding the edge of the stone bench. He hadn't slept since Iris's confession. The image of her broken, terrified face haunted him. And now, a son?A child he'd never held.A child he