Semua Bab HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Bab 131 - Bab 140

~ElenaThe wooden doors groaned open, and two of my guards stepped inside, dragging a small figure between them.His wrists were bound, but he walked with a stubbornness that made me pause for a moment. His eyes, dark, sharp, and far too knowing for a child his age burned with silent defiance.Liam.My lips curved into a smile as I descended the stairs slowly, the echo of my heels deliberate, like the ticking of a clock that sealed his fate. The boy lifted his chin, refusing to cower. That resemblance, Thorne’s jawline, Luna’s fire in the eyes made my stomach twist with something I hadn’t prepared for.The guards pushed him forward, and I closed the distance. My hand reached out, gentle against his cheek, as though he were mine. His skin was warm, soft. For an instant, I allowed myself to marvel at how perfectly he carried the blood of two enemies I both loved and despised.“You must be Liam,” I whispered, my smile widening. “So young, yet already carrying such weight on your should

~ElenaHer lips trembled, but she answered almost instantly. “At the bar.”I nodded slowly, pressing the flat side of the knife against Liam’s delicate neck. “And who saw him first?”“You,” she whispered.The answer pleased me, though I gave no sign. I took a step closer to the camera, my smile sharp and mocking. “Who introduced him to you?”Again, quick. “You.”The corners of my lips twitched upward. I remembered it clearly, the way Thorne’s dark eyes had caught mine first, the way the air seemed to burn when he touched my hand that night. Yet, what came after still made my blood boil. “What did I tell you on our way home that night?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.Her shoulders shook, a tear sliding down her cheek. “You said you have feelings for him.”“Correct.” My voice cracked like a lash. “And what did you tell Thorne the very next day?”Her face broke as if the memory was a fresh wound. “I told him…” she faltered, then forced the words out. “…I told him that my friend doesn’t fal

~Elena“You must be insane, Elena!” Thorne barked, his voice cracking through the room like a whip. He raised his gun and fired. The bullet tore through the monitor where Luna’s face still flickered. Sparks hissed, the screen went dark, and silence fell heavy in the air.Then he turned toward me. Slow. His eyes were fire under ice.“It’s okay, Elena,” he said, holding out one hand like I was a wild animal he had to calm. “Hand the boy over to me now.”I tilted my head, a sharp smile cutting across my face. “As you want, Thorne.” With a kick, I shoved Liam forward. The boy stumbled and collapsed into his father’s arms. Thorne pulled him close instantly, holding him tight like he’d break if air touched him wrong. He buried his face in the child’s hair.The sight lit a rage inside me.“You think she deserves this?” I hissed. The knife glinted in my grip though I let it dip toward the floor. “You think she deserves to feel a son’s love while mine was ripped out of me?”His jaw tightened

~IslaRaven stirred again, eyes half lidded, breath shallow but steady enough to rasp words between coughs. I thought he had drifted back into unconsciousness, but his voice low, gravelly, and sharper than the knife I’d pressed to countless throats pulled me back.“You want to win, Isla?” His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then stop being a mother. Forsake the boy.”The words slammed into me harder than any blade. I stiffened. “What did you just say?”“You heard me,” he said, voice breaking with effort, but steady in conviction. “Elena has your child. You’re losing power every second you show that weakness. Every tear, every moment of hesitation, it feeds her. Cut it off. Let Liam go.”My nails dug into my palms until they nearly drew blood. “You expect me to abandon my own flesh and blood?”His eyes flicked open, sharp and unyielding despite the broken body they lived in. “Yes. Because Thorne won’t let Elena kill him. You know that as well as I do. That man m

~IslaI pushed the door open with the back of my hand, the faint stench of blood clinging to my clothes. Raven’s groans still echoed in my ears, but I ignored them. He wasn’t worth the weight on my mind, not anymore. I told myself that, at least. The corridor outside the clinic was dim, the lamps flickering weakly as if they too were drained from keeping secrets. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each sound sharp, final.I hadn’t taken five steps before I saw them, Katherine and Freya leaning against the wall like they’d been waiting for me. Katherine’s hands were never empty; she always held something to counter me, she held a small carton against her chest, fingers curled tight around it as if it might reveal her own sins if she let go. Her eyes, however, were fixed on me with that sharp gleam that always promised trouble.“You’re late,” Freya said first, her tone casual but her gaze not. She flicked her eyes toward the clinic door behind me. “Checking up on your little