All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The city skyline glimmered under the silver glow of the moon as Zaya stood by the tall glass window in her penthouse suite, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Below her, the hum of life carried on as though nothing had changed, but inside her chest, her world felt like it was slowly spinning out of control.The past few weeks had been a whirlwind—secrets unveiled, betrayals unearthed, and a love that had endured more storms than any woman should bear. And yet, despite everything, here she was, still tethered to one man: Alexander Knight.He wasn’t just a man anymore. He was her shadow, her anchor, her curse… and her salvation.But as much as she wanted to surrender to the warmth of his arms, the fear of what lay ahead kept her paralyzed. Her fingers brushed against the barely-there swell of her stomach—a secret she hadn’t dared to voice aloud yet. The child growing inside her was both a blessing and a threat. If Alexander found out, everything would change. And if his enemies discov

The storm outside mirrored the turmoil raging in Zara’s heart. Lightning cut across the night sky, briefly illuminating the grand villa that had once been her prison and her paradise. The walls that had witnessed her tears now echoed with silence—except for the soft creak of her heels on the polished floor.She paused in front of the glass doors leading to the balcony, the same balcony where Ethan had once held her and whispered promises that now felt like cruel lies. Her reflection stared back at her—stronger, colder, and dressed in power that masked the brokenness inside.Two years… and here I am again, she thought bitterly, fingers curling into fists.Behind her, the sound of approaching footsteps sliced through the silence. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His presence was like an electric current in the air—undeniable, overwhelming.“Still running from me, Zara?” Ethan’s voice was a low rumble, dangerous yet intoxicating.She turned slowly, meeting those storm-gray eye

The rain poured heavily outside, streaking down the glass walls of Alexander’s penthouse. The city lights blurred like teardrops on a canvas, and deep inside the silence of the room, an unspoken storm was brewing.Isabella stood by the window, arms folded tightly around her trembling body. Her reflection stared back at her — a ghost of the woman she used to be. Strong, proud, untouchable. Now, she was shattered, not because of love alone, but because of betrayal that seeped into her very bones.Behind her, Alexander paced the floor like a caged beast, his jaw tight, his eyes shadowed by darkness. His empire was on fire, but that wasn’t what terrified him the most. It was her — the way she wouldn’t look at him, the way her silence screamed louder than any curse.“Say something, Isabella,” he finally broke the stillness, his voice hoarse. “Anything. Shout at me. Hate me. But don’t just stand there.”Her lips curved into a bitter smile. “You want me to hate you?” She turned slowly, her e

The night was silent, yet Amelia’s heart pounded like a war drum in her chest as she stood in front of the massive glass doors of the mansion. The cold wind brushed her cheeks, but it wasn’t the chill that made her shiver—it was the storm raging inside her.Everything had come crashing down in one single moment.The truth.The betrayal.The man she had trusted with her soul was hiding something so dark, so dangerous, that it shook the very foundation of everything they had built together.Her trembling hands clenched into fists as her mind replayed the words she had overheard—words that refused to leave her head.“She can never know the truth. If she finds out, it’ll destroy everything.”Those words haunted her, slicing through her heart like a dagger. She had wanted to believe that their love was untouchable, unbreakable. But now? Now she wasn’t so sure.---Inside, the mansion was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the flickering fireplace cast an eerie glow. The silence

The morning sunlight filtered through the high glass windows of the Langston estate, a deceptive calm blanketing the house that had become the stage for a thousand secrets. Elena woke with a start, her heart pounding in rhythm with the ringing phone on the bedside table.Her trembling fingers reached for it before she could even register the number on the screen.Unknown caller.A chill slithered down her spine. She answered.“Good morning, Mrs. Langston,” a voice said, low and male, dripping with sarcasm that made her stomach churn. “Or should I say… runaway queen?”Her throat tightened. “Who is this?”“Oh, you know me,” the voice taunted. “I was there when your husband destroyed my family. And I was there the night you almost ran… Remember? The pier, the rain, the blood?”Her pulse spiked as fragments of memory collided in her head. The pier. The night when she’d begged for freedom and found only chains.“What do you want?” she whispered, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles w