All Chapters of His Beauty Her Beast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rowan's POVThe Vault wasn’t like any other club in the city—it wasn’t built for the masses. No strobe lights blinding your eyes, no sticky floors reeking of spilt beer. The place was curated, refined to perfection like an art gallery of excess. Chandeliers dripped with crystals shaped like shards of ice, casting a fractured glow over the deep velvet interior. The walls were panelled in obsidian black, reflecting just enough light to shimmer like oil. And everywhere, the faint hum of money lingered—not the noise of people screaming over music, but the quiet authority of wealth being flaunted without apology.I stepped inside, the heavy double doors shutting behind me with a muted thud. The air changed instantly, cool and laced with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—vodka, probably. Dimitri Orlov’s signature. He didn’t just sell liquor; he bathed the room in it.Damon followed close behind, his stride purposeful, like he knew exactly where to go. Of course he did. Me

Rowan's POV The drive felt endless. Every second that ticked by gnawed at me, my jaw locked so tight I could almost feel the enamel crack. The car’s interior hummed with low tension—Damon was silent for once, Marco’s man focused on the road, and me? I was drowning in my own rage.The city lights faded behind us until all that was left was pitch black and the headlights cutting a narrow path ahead. Gravel shifted beneath the tires as we veered off the main road, swallowed by trees that rose like sentinels on either side. Pines. Tall, dark, suffocating. Their branches tangled overhead, shutting out the moonlight, trapping us in.I leaned against the window, watching the woods thicken. The air here was different—heavy, damp, smelling of earth and rot. Too quiet. Too still. Like the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting for something ugly to happen.And somewhere in this black pit of trees… she was here.A muscle in my cheek ticked. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying her face the la

Rowan's POVThe night air outside the cottage was thick with damp earth and smoke from the wood Daniel had been burning, but it did nothing to clear my head. My blood was still thrumming with rage, my fists itching from the memory of gripping that bastard’s collar, from the way he slurred the words 'that bitch ran away' like Elena was nothing but a discarded toy.I stepped out of the rotting doorframe, Damon close behind me. The silence of the woods was brutal—no city noise, no hum of traffic, only the icy whisper of the wind threading through the trees. It pressed down on me, gnawing at the edges of my self-control. Somewhere out there, she was alone, running through this hell of fog and shadows.Marco’s men dragged Daniel’s limp body deeper into the house, leaving us at the threshold of the forest. Damon broke the silence first. His voice was clipped, colder than the night itself.“We need to split to find her.”I turned to him, jaw locked, and without hesitation, reached into my ja

Elena's POVThe first thing I knew was the sharp scent of disinfectant. The kind that clung to your nostrils and never quite left, reminding you that you were in a place of sickness, accidents, and emergencies. My eyes fluttered open, heavy as if they had weights tied to them. White light stabbed through my lashes, too sterile, too clean—too hospital.Ugh. When will this hospital shit end?It felt like no matter where I went, no matter what happened, I always ended up here, in this suffocating cycle of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic beeping of heart monitors. I tried to move, but my body was stiff, aching in places I didn’t even realise could ache. My throat was raw, like I’d been screaming, though I couldn’t remember if I had.And then, as my vision cleared, I saw him. Nate. My brother. Sitting there in that awful plastic hospital chair, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped like he’d been praying—or cursing. His face was pale, his eyes sunken with fati

Elena's POV I never thought the day would actually come where I could walk into Blackwood Enterprises without feeling like my chest was being strangled by fear and exhaustion. It had been a full week since… everything. A week since Daniel, the woods, the blood, the hospital. A week of trying to rebuild the pieces of myself I thought he had broken for good. And yet, as I stepped out of the elevator with my bag clutched in one hand, there was a lightness in me I hadn’t felt in months. Today was payday. My first real salary from Rowan Blackwood. I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging on my lips. I’d earned this—through late nights, through constant pressure, through Rowan’s unnerving scrutiny that made me feel both watched and… seen. Though my joy dimmed slightly when reality intruded: I had taken too many days off. Hospital beds, IV drips, restless nights. My paycheck would be thinner than I hoped. My stomach twisted at the thought. Still, even a reduced salary was mine. Mine. That