Semua Bab Chasing Midnight Promises : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I didn’t let her go. There was nothing she could do now. No way to change what had already happened.Charles stood still, watching her tantrum without blinking. Then he spoke again.“Do you remember that evening?” he asked her calmly. “You kept calling and calling. Kevin finally answered and told you he’d been busy?”Raven froze in my arms.“That was me,” Charles said with a cold smile. “I was done drowning him by then.”My entire body went stiff.“I had already finished him,” he said. “I enjoyed every second of it. The way he struggled. Just like I struggled when I got shot.”He paused. My heart pounded.“Kevin struggled and died helplessly,” Charles said, gritting his teeth. “He begged. He cried. But I didn’t stop.”He stared at the ground for a second, then looked up again.“Long story short,” he continued, “his body was taken care of.”I didn’t ask what that meant. I couldn’t.“My trusted allies got rid of it,” he said. “They threw him into the sea.”He gave a small nod, like he a

I broke into silent sobs the moment he caught me. Tears streamed down my face without a single sound. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even breathe right. All I could see was Raven's stomach. Flat. Bandaged. Empty. Her babies were gone. They were really gone. I hated myself. Still crying, I turned to the man holding me. My lips trembled as I whispered, "It's my fault... all of it." He didn't say a word. Just watched me with pity in his eyes. "I should've done more," I murmured through the tears. "I shouldn't have let her stay with him... The moment I noticed something was wrong, I should've—should've dragged her out. I shouldn't have let Noah come between us. I shouldn't have stepped back..." Fresh tears came. "What's she going to do now?" I cried, barely able to speak. "No babies... No Kevin..." My body gave in completely. I couldn't even sit up anymore. The man looked down at me with something close to helplessness. He didn't argue. He didn't tell me to stop. He simply bent a

Third-person POVMia shoved the phone away. She didn’t know where it landed, and honestly, she didn’t care. Her heart thundered in her chest—Raven needed her.She winced, pushing against the mattress, ignoring the sharp ache in her ribs. Her legs trembled, but she forced herself upright. Christian stepped toward her, his hand already halfway out.“I’ve got it,” she breathed through gritted teeth. He paused but didn’t retreat.She pressed one foot to the cold floor, then the other. Her body screamed in protest. Still, she kept going. The sheets tangled around her legs. Her knees wobbled as pain clamped down harder.She panted, arms shaking as she fought to rise. Christian reached out again.“Let me—”“I’ve got it,” she repeated, breathless. But she didn’t. Her legs folded. She slumped halfway off the bed, twisted in an awkward bend like a half-folded paper doll.Christian raised a brow. Then came the smallest, most defeated grin.“Help,” she muttered. He blinked—then burst into laughte

Third-person POV Mia leaned in, drawn by the weight behind Raven’s words. Her voice was low, careful.“What do you mean... something that made you doubt your sanity?”Raven stared at the ceiling for a moment, her lips trembling.“The day Charles returned… pretending to be Kevin."Mia stilled, every part of her attentive.“I had decorated the apartment,” Raven began, her voice fragile, thick with memory. “He was finally coming home, and we had something to celebrate. I was pregnant."She gave a small smile, but it didn’t touch her eyes.“We tried for almost a year. Month after month of hoping… testing… nothing. Then finally, it happened. Kevin was thrilled. He promised we’d celebrate when he got back from his business trip."She paused, swallowing hard.“So I did everything I knew would make him happy. Jazz music. Blue petals from that shop on Third Street. Even his favorite wine—the ridiculously expensive one."Mia’s eyes warmed, but her body remained still.“But when he walked throu

Mia's hospital room was still, the kind of still that made every sound echo louder than it should. The faint, steady beep of the heart monitor ticked like a lazy metronome beside her.The sharp scent of disinfectant clung to the pale green curtains and sterile white walls, biting at her nose. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long golden lines across the cold floor.Somewhere down the hallway, a trolley rattled over a bump. It was 9:30 a.m.Mia stirred beneath her blanket. Her lashes fluttered open, the fog of sleep thick in her brain. For a moment, she forgot where she was—until she rolled over and saw a figure towering at her bedside.She gasped and scrambled backward, heart slamming against her ribs. Her vision was blurry, but as the shape leaned slightly into the light, recognition clicked. Christian."Are you insane?!" she screamed, clutching her chest. "Why are you standing there like a ghost from a horror movie?"She collapsed back into the mattress with a groan and