บททั้งหมดของ Vows he doesn't remember : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 28

VEIL OF TRUTH Camilla (POV)The hour before dawn was the most dangerous. The world held its breath, cloaked in shadows too stubborn to lift. Camilla stood at the edge of the Thorne estate’s western balcony, overlooking the mist-draped grounds. Every instinct screamed that she was in too deep — in lies, in double-crosses, in things not even time could undo.The folder pressed to her chest wasn’t just evidence. It was a loaded weapon.Inside were the final truths: confirmation that Wren hadn’t only manipulated genetics—he had rewritten *relationships*, bending love and memory into obedience. And Camilla? She was one of his earliest experiments. Not because she’d loved him.But because she’d *owed* him.Years ago, in a cracked motel bathtub, her blood had slowed to a stop. Wren was the one who found her. Who revived her. Who whispered, “You owe me your life.” He branded her with the debt—and Camilla had never broken it.Until now.Her phone buzzed.> **Wren:** *“You have twelve hours to

The Echo ProtocolWriter’s POVSilence stretched across the Thorne estate like a predator.After the mirror shattered and Noah whispered the name Gabriel, the walls themselves felt colder, as though the truth had seeped into the bones of the place. Security systems malfunctioned in subtle waves. Hall lights flickered. Surveillance blacked out for seconds at a time—never long enough to draw panic, but long enough to plant fear.The only constant was Noah’s stillness.He hadn’t moved from his bed. His eyes tracked nothing. His mouth formed no words.To anyone else, it would have seemed like shock.But Callum knew better.Noah wasn’t gone.Noah was listening.And something—someone—was talking back.---Iris (POV)She hadn’t left his side in sixteen hours.He hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t blinked more than a few times. Just lay there, eyes open, as though waiting for the world to shift back into a shape he could trust.Iris brushed her fingers through his hair, soft and tangled. She tried humming,

The Scent of TruthWriter's POVThe air in Noah’s room crackled with an unseen tension, a battle waged not with fists or blades, but with memories and neural pathways. Iris, trembling but resolute, held the small vial of her old perfume—a fragile weapon against Wren’s intricate psychological warfare. Camilla, a silent sentinel by the monitoring screens, watched the erratic lines of Noah's brainwaves, knowing this was their desperate gamble. Every second was a breath held, a prayer whispered, as the fate of one boy, and perhaps the future of humanity, hung in the balance.Iris (POV)"Noah," Iris whispered, her voice a raw plea. He lay still, eyes wide and unseeing, a ghost in his own body. She unstoppered the vial, the familiar floral scent, a ghost of her past, filling the sterile air. It was a scent that had once brought comfort, laughter, the warm embrace of a child burying his face in her clothes. Now, it was a desperate gamble.She gently dabbed a few drops on her wrist, then slow

Alliance of ShadowsWriter's POVThe chilling truth of Wren’s ambition – not just control, but replication – sent a ripple of cold dread through the Thorne estate. Noah’s stillness was a constant, haunting reminder of what they had lost, and what the world stood to lose. But grief, for Iris, had hardened into a diamond-sharp resolve. The fight was no longer just for her son's mind; it was for every child, every family, against a future where humanity could be engineered, replicated, and purged of its most fundamental essence. The Thorne family, once isolated in their struggle, now understood that Wren's reach extended far beyond their walls, demanding a new kind of war, fought not just with code and defiance, but with alliances forged in the shadows of a rapidly changing world.Iris (POV)The silence in Noah's room was unbearable. Every breath she took felt like an act of betrayal against the vibrant boy who used to fill that space with laughter. His stillness was a constant, searing