All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The Day She Was CapturedEvelynI woke up with my head pounding and the taste of blood in my mouth. Everything hurt - my face, my ribs, the back of my skull where something had connected hard enough to knock me unconscious. My mouth felt dry and metallic, my tongue probing carefully at loose teeth.My hands were tied behind my back, secured to what felt like a wooden chair. The rope was tight, professionally knotted, cutting into my wrists when I tried to move. I tested the bonds carefully, feeling for any give or weakness. Nothing. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light filtering through dirty windows. The room looked like an abandoned hunting cabin - rough wooden walls, a stone fireplace that hadn't been used in years, dust covering everything. The air smelled of old wood and neglect.The last thing I remembered clearly was the guard in the holding cell. The helmet covering their face, the way they'd moved toward me wi

EvelynMy lips cracked as I tried to swallow again. Nothing. Not even spit left. Forty hours in this chair had drained everything from me—water, strength, hope.I shifted my weight and winced as the ropes cut deeper into my already raw wrists. The small cabin felt like a tomb, airless and timeless. Only thin slices of light through boarded windows hinted at the outside world. Evening, probably. Maybe. Who could tell anymore?My face itched where the prosthetics were starting to peel away. The adhesive needed regular maintenance—something impossible while tied to a chair. I could feel the edge lifting near my jaw, a small but growing betrayal. Soon, the whole disguise would fail.A sharp pain shot through my leg as a muscle spasmed. Sitting motionless for this long was its own torture."Damn it, Susan," I whispered, my voice a dry rasp in the empty room. "What do you plan to achieve with this?"The questions circled endlessly. Susan must have missed her dose by now. Even with the treat

HildaThe needle buzzed against my skin. Each prick sent tiny bursts of pain through my hand, but I'd felt worse. So much worse."Kind of intense for someone your age," the tattoo artist said, wiping away excess ink.I kept my left arm extended on the padded rest. "That's where I want it.""Most people hide the meaningful ones.""I need to see it every time I reach for something," I replied, watching as the letters took shape across my knuckles. "A reminder of what I am."The artist snorted, shaking his head. "Dramatic much? Let me guess, early twenties? Everyone your age thinks they're carrying the weight of the world."I didn't respond. Let him think what he wanted.The cramped tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and cigarettes. The buzzing needle provided the only consistent sound, occasionally interrupted by muffled voices from the street outside. Perfect anonymity in a place where nobody asked real questions.The artist—a middle-aged man with more ink than bare skin—studied my fac

Hilda"Keep her away from Ava," Susan ordered, clutching her bedsheets. "That's all that matters now. She can't be allowed near my niece."I nodded, processing this new information. I'd already suspected something unusual about Dr. Graham's interest in Ava, but this explained everything.That night, I couldn't sleep. I sat by the window, watching the moon rise over the trees, the "condemned" tattoo on my hand stark in the pale light. All this time, I'd been keeping a little girl away from her mother. Letting her believe she'd been abandoned.And for what? So Susan could play happy family with someone else's kid?I sat alone in my room, carefully weighing my options. Susan's condition was improving under Dr. Graham's treatments, but this presented a problem—the Luna's paranoia was growing alongside her health, making her increasingly volatile and unpredictable.Susan's protection had been my lifeline for three years, but that protection depended entirely on Susan's position and power. I

DamonCatherine's words hung in the air between us. Are you blind?I stared at her, trying to make sense of what she was implying. A cold weight settled in my stomach as her meaning became clear."Catherine," I said carefully, "do you realize you're calling Dr. Graham your child? We both know she isn't. Just yesterday, you wanted her away from Susan. Now you're calling her your child?"Catherine looked at me like I'd just said something absurd. Her eyes, previously sharp with accusation, now held only confusion."What are you talking about?" she asked, her head tilting slightly.I watched her face, searching for any sign that this was an act. There was none. Just genuine bewilderment where moments ago there had been clarity."Catherine..." I hesitated, unsure how to approach this. "Evelyn isn't with us anymore. You know that, right?"Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"I ran a hand through my hair, struggling with how to respond. For years, I'd lived with the gnawing guilt