All Chapters of Chasing Midnight Promises : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Outside, Christian gripped the steering wheel harder as he turned onto the main road. His thoughts churned. He wanted to believe she was safe here.But the job had changed. It was no longer routine.Too many pieces were moving at once.He turned at a junction, scanning his mirrors. His eyes flicked toward the trees ahead.And there she was again.The woman.Blond hair. Cold, unreadable stare. Standing beside a tree, half-shadowed by branches.Something about her felt familiar—but wrong. Like a face from a nightmare barely remembered.Christian blinked.She was gone.But this time, his pulse didn’t settle.It quickened.He dragged a hand over his face, trying to clear his head of the image of the woman by the tree. One second she was there, the next—gone. Just a flicker. A flash of lightning. Too fast. Too quiet. No one else had seen her—or so he told himself.He gripped the wheel tighter until his knuckles paled, slammed his foot down, and veered sharply. Then another turn. And anothe

Mia stopped climbing. “Why?”Raven tilted her head. “Why what?”“Why is he not leaving?” Mia repeated, eyes still on him.Raven gave a light scoff. “He’s here to protect us, remember? How’s he supposed to do that if he’s somewhere else? This house is huge. There’s space. Just let him do his job, Mia.”Christian pointed down the hall. “That’s my room. If either of you needs anything, or sees anything strange—don’t wait.”Neither girl responded.He nodded once. “Goodnight.”Then turned away. The door closed behind him with a soft click.Mia turned to Raven.Raven hadn’t moved.She stood still—head slightly tilted, lips curved in a faint smile, eyes fixed on the darkened hallway.Not because she was confused.But because she wasn’t.Days slipped by… The tension of that night thinned, giving way to quieter routines and softer mornings.A week passed… The house no longer felt like a strange holding ground. It felt lived in. Lighter. Everyone was adjusting. The heaviness that followed the

Mia looked at Raven without saying a word. Tears streamed freely down her face, but her eyes—those eyes—were hard to read. Raven held her breath, expecting a confession or maybe a collapse.But then, something snapped.Mia suddenly pulled back, dropping Raven’s hand from her chin. Her fingers moved quickly across her cheeks, wiping the tears with the back of her hand. Her gaze hardened. Her shoulders rose.“No,” she said, her voice rising like thunder. “No, Raven. I would be a fool to still feel something for that playboy—not to talk of love.”Raven froze, blinking, unsure if she should speak or stay quiet.Mia stood, as if ascending from a grave where she’d buried her feelings long ago. “You want the truth? I hate him. Deeply. I hate him for playing with me. For messing with my emotions. For making me think I was special, only to find out I was just another woman in his never-ending collection.”Raven opened her mouth, but Mia didn’t let her.“Do you know what hurts the most?” Mia as

Christian walked away from Mia’s door, quietly but with fury tightening every step. His jaw was clenched. His fists, hard at his sides. He didn’t glance back. Down the stairs, his movements were sharp, focused, like a man heading for war. He reached the basement door, pulled it open, and descended quickly. The air was cooler down there, sterile. Silent. It felt like a vault where rage could breathe, where thoughts sharpened like blades in the dark. Perfect for what he had in mind.He crossed the room and sat in front of the wide desk that housed three monitors. His fingers moved with precision as he powered everything on. The hum of electricity filled the space. He leaned back, eyes narrowed. He needed to know who Noah was. What he looked like. What he did. Where he was now.He needed to understand what made him so unforgettable to Mia—what made him worthy of the tears she still shed, the pain she still carried.Christian began his search. Raven’s last name was Bradford. That gave him

Mia tried to wave it off. “He probably just went out to sort something quickly,” she said with a small shrug, though her voice lacked its usual steadiness.Raven, still standing by the door, didn’t look convinced. “Doesn’t seem like that. If he went out for something urgent, why is the jeep still parked outside?Mia looked up, her brow creasing. “Is it still there?”Raven nodded. “Right where it was yesterday.”A pinch of discomfort settled in Mia’s chest. That was new. Christian wouldn't just disappear without saying anything. He had routines, quiet habits. If he wasn’t speaking directly, he’d leave a message—always. Whether it was five minutes or five hours, he let her know.Still, she rubbed her temples and exhaled. “Maybe it was urgent,” she murmured. “He’ll be back soon. I’ll call and check where he is.”Raven watched her for a beat, then gave a small nod. “Alright. I’ll bring your food up in a minute.”When the door clicked shut behind her, the quiet returned, pressing in around