All Chapters of He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Nadia's pov Inside the van, the air was stifling. The smell of oil and sweat clung to my nose, heavy and suffocating. Every bump in the road jolted us against the hard metal floor, chains rattling faintly where they’d been bolted to the walls.Elara was beside me, her hands wringing, her breath coming in short bursts. “Nadia what do we do? We can’t we can’t just sit here ” she whispered, her voice thin with fear.I glanced at her, then at the shadows of the men sitting opposite us, their weapons glinting faintly under the dim overhead light. Every one of them was alert, eyes sharp, muscles coiled like springs.“Nothing,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so only she could hear.Her head snapped toward me, panic widening her eyes. “Nothing? We can’t just ”“Not now.” I cut her off gently, but firm. “This van is crawling with wolves. We move, we die. Stay still. Wait.”She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling too quickly. I brushed her arm lightly, a small anchor. “I’ll get us o

Greg's pov The doors creaked open, and I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. The sharp rhythm of heels on stone carried a smugness all its own. Thelma.She swept in like a queen entering court, her face alight with glee, basking in a victory she hadn’t lifted a finger to earn. My men bowed their heads, the guards dropped into half-gestures of respect, and even the old wolves dipped slightly as she passed. All of them recognized her. All of them knew her place.Everyone except Nadia.There she stood in the middle of the hall, wrists bound, shoulders straight, chin lifted high. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment passed her face when Thelma walked by. Defiant to the very last. I’ll give her that—there’s fire in her blood.Thelma reached my side and lowered herself gracefully into the chair next to me, crossing one leg over the other as if she were marking territory. She leaned back, letting her hand graze the arm of my chair, her little performance meant only for Nadia. I kne

Nadia's pov The room was suffocatingly quiet. A heavy lock clicked shut after the guards shoved me inside, sealing me off from the world. The curtains were drawn, the air stale, and the scent of polished wood and old stone clung to everything. It wasn’t a prison cell, but the four walls felt no different. House arrest. A prettier name for chains.I paced slowly, my bare feet brushing against the rug, thoughts spiraling. Options had been laid out for me—threats dressed as choices. I could fight, refuse, spit in their faces. I could starve myself into weakness just to prove a point. Or… I could play their game. Bend so I wouldn’t break.The truth burned my throat, bitter and raw. The only way out wasn’t through stubborn resistance. It was through pretending, through patience. To live, I had to wear the mask they wanted to see.I sat at the edge of the bed, fingers trembling, chest heaving with the weight of humiliation. Tears prickled my eyes, but I swallowed them back. No one would se

Caeleen pov They told me she’d been caught and my first thought wasn’t triumph. It was a cold, bright calculation.Greg holding Nadia was an opportunity wrapped in rot. If he had her, he’d bind her to himself, claim the cure, and with both he’d grow impossible. I would not let that happen. Not while there was a chance to take her back and turn his fortune into my advantage.I slammed my fist against the table until the map of the northern territories jumped and the men at the long war-board flinched. They already knew my temper; they didn’t know the plan. That was the point.“Gather the riders. Quiet no parade. We take them fast, clean, and we take her from under Greg’s nose,” I said, voice low and precise. I wanted to shave the sound of panic out of the room and cut straight to action. There’s no poetry when you seize power only speed and iron will.My captain old Halvar, a man who’d followed my orders since he was a boy didn’t need me to repeat it twice. He was already moving, bark

Nadia's pov The moonlight pressed against my skin like a cold hand as I crouched low in the thicket, barely daring to breathe. My heart hammered so loudly in my chest I swore they’d hear it every beat echoing in the silence between the crunch of boots on dried leaves and the low growls of men searching.And then I saw him.Caeleen. Varic’s uncle.He stood tall at the center of it all, his silver hair glinting faintly under the moon, his sharp nose lifted as he sniffed the air. The sight alone made my stomach knot. He was ruthless, everyone knew it and right now, his sole focus was me. I could almost feel his hunger searing through the trees.I pressed a hand over my mouth as his head tilted, nostrils flaring. He was tracking. And gods help me, he was close.No. Not here. Don’t move. Don’t breathe.But the moment stretched too long, and panic clawed its way up my throat. Inch by inch, I shifted backward, keeping low, sliding deeper into the shadows. My body screamed with every movemen