บททั้งหมดของ HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

~ThorneThe shower poured over my head like judgment. Cold. Relentless. I stood beneath it longer than I’d planned, letting the chill bite into my skin, hoping it would numb the heat still boiling under it.It didn’t.My mind was louder than ever. Katherine’s voice echoing, twisting truth with madness.“She's your Zoey now.”“You only ever had eyes for Luna.”“She buried her with her own hands.”A breath. Then another. Still not enough.I stepped out at last. The fog clung to me like regret. Lucia stood by the doorway, silent, towel in hand. She didn’t speak. Just extended it like she hadn’t just seen me stripped bare, physically and otherwise.But I caught it, the way her eyes flicked to my face, then away. Like she wanted to ask what was breaking me but knew better."Thank you," I said, voice low.She gave the smallest nod and turned, as if it was routine.I dried off without hurry. The towel scratched against my scars like a reminder: I’m not a man. I’m a weapon. And weapons don’

~KatherineI coughed as I regained consciousness, the taste of metal and smoke clinging to my tongue. My eyes fluttered open, blurry at first but it didn’t take long to register the silhouettes around me. I was the last one to wake up.Raven. Lucien. Lorenzo. Freya. Rosy.All of them bound like me, wrists tied behind their backs, legs restrained. They were breathing, awake but too quiet. It was the kind of silence that knew death was just around the corner.My head pounded as I tried to shift, only to feel the tight bandage cutting into my wrists. I looked down or as far as I could tilt and saw it, scattered gas canisters. Dried leaves formed a ring around us.And then I saw it. Three lighters. Neatly placed, as if we were a ceremonial offering.He was going to burn us alive.Of course he was. It wasn’t enough to kill us. He wanted us to feel it. Watch each other go up in flames. Suffer.I swallowed hard. My heart should’ve been racing, but it wasn’t. It was slow. Cold. Because dee

~RavenIf laughter were possible right now, I’d have let it out, loud, bitter, and echoing.Luna is alive? What a pathetic excuse to claw your way out of death. This… this was Katherine’s last card? Desperation always brings the dramatic, doesn’t it?“You…” Thorne chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “You never cease to amaze me.”His voice wasn't impressed. It was amused. Like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the waves crash, waiting to see if he'd fall or fly.Katherine didn’t flinch.“If you didn’t believe me…” she tilted her head, eyes fixed on him, “then why did you put out the fire?”Her smile was faint. Dangerous. Almost cruel.Thorne said nothing. His silence was a language all its own.And Katherine filled it.“I didn’t want to tell you before,” she said. “But since it’s my way out…” Her smile deepened, dark and slow. “I had to.”I looked between them.Katherine was gambling with flames. And Thorne… Thorne was the fire.But for the first time, he looked unsure.T

~KatherineI sat alone in my room when Freya walked in, quiet but purposeful.“Thanks for saving us,” she said. She meant it.I shrugged. “I just didn’t want to die. It wasn’t like I intentionally saved all of us.”“At least you did,” she replied, sitting beside me on the bed, her voice softer now.She leaned forward slightly. “So… we just have to find a way to turn Elena against Thorne. Get her to free the Obsidian Sons. Then we can finish him.”She smiled like the idea thrilled her.I smiled too. If Thorne could die, I would be so goddamn happy.“I get it now,” Freya said, her voice dropping. “Why Lucien, Raven… why they’re obsessed with you.”My brows lifted slightly. “Why?”She looked at me with something dangerous behind her eyes, heat, maybe. “Because even I, as a woman, am falling for you right now.”She leaned in, her lips hovering too close to mine. I shifted back instantly.“I’m not a lesbian like you and Rosy. Bitch,” I growled, more instinct than thought.But she didn’t fl

~RavenI don’t even know what the hell is going on anymore.Katherine... isn’t Zoey?What a wonderful damn twist.And Luna, sweet, dead, buried Luna is actually alive?I stared at the glass in my hand, then downed the rest of the whiskey in one long gulp, the burn doing nothing to clear the fog in my head. I let out a short, bitter laugh, half amusement, half madness.Smiling to myself like a fool, I whispered under my breath, “Of course she’s alive. Why wouldn’t she be?”Everything I thought I knew was crumbling. And yet, somehow, this chaos felt familiar.Almost like home.I broke the glass cup against the floor, sharp shards scattering like the lies around me.The sound rang through the balcony air, sharp, final, satisfying.I leaned on the railing, breathing hard, then dragged my hand through my hair, roughing it up like I could scrape the madness out of my skull. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing.Luna’s alive.Katherine isn’t Zoey.And Zoey, who the hell even is Zoey now? El