Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming Blue : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The silence that followed Ethan’s revelation was deafening. Zaya felt her breath catch, her heartbeat pounding so loudly it drowned out the soft hum of the city outside the window. She stared at him, trying to process the words that had just slipped from his lips—a confession that could change everything.“I’m tired of hiding, Zaya,” Ethan said, his voice low, rough, almost breaking with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. His tall frame cast a long shadow across the dimly lit room, his sharp features tense as his piercing gaze locked on hers. “I can’t keep pretending that this… whatever this is between us… doesn’t consume me.”Her throat tightened. This wasn’t the Ethan she knew—the cold, calculating man who built walls higher than mountains. This was someone raw, someone stripped of his armor. And that terrified her more than his usual cruelty.“Ethan…” Her voice trembled as his name rolled off her tongue, fragile like glass ready to shatter. “You can’t say things like that. Not

The night was a paradox—a battlefield of whispers and roars, of heat and ice. Outside the vast glass windows of the mansion, a storm raged with relentless fury. Lightning carved scars across the sky, and thunder shook the earth like an angry god demanding obedience. Inside, however, the chaos was of a different breed—one fueled by betrayal, raw lust, and vengeance so sharp it could slice through bone.Zaya stood frozen in the center of the grand hall, her gown torn at the hem, her breath ragged. The golden chandelier above her glimmered with cruel elegance, casting shards of light that danced across the polished marble floor, mocking her despair. Her heartbeat was wild, untamed, every throb a scream in her chest. She had imagined countless confrontations with Adrian, but nothing—nothing—could have prepared her for this moment.He stood opposite her, his towering frame a monolith of darkness. His suit jacket lay discarded on the floor, his crisp white shirt clinging to muscles honed fr

The storm outside mirrored the chaos brewing inside Zaya’s mind. Rain lashed against the massive glass windows of the penthouse, lightning illuminating the dark skyline as if the heavens themselves were roaring in protest. The world beyond seemed to be falling apart, yet the real destruction was happening inside her soul.Zaya sat curled up on the leather couch, clutching a throw pillow as if it could keep her from shattering completely. Her entire body trembled, but not from the cold—the penthouse was warm, suffocatingly so. It was from the weight of everything pressing down on her: the secrets, the betrayals, and the truth that had unraveled like a cruel joke.Adrian.His name burned in her chest like acid. Every syllable carried a thousand emotions—love, hatred, longing, and despair. He was her savior and her destroyer, her protector and her tormentor. She hated him for what he had done. She hated herself for still loving him despite it all.Her gaze darted to the door as it slamme

The room was steeped in silence—a silence that pressed like a suffocating blanket over Zaya’s shoulders as she stood at the edge of the marble balcony, gripping the cold rail. Below her, the city lights glittered like shattered diamonds, a cruel reminder of the world beyond this gilded cage.She wasn’t alone. She could feel his presence before she heard his steps—the slow, measured rhythm that had haunted her for months. Adrian Romanov. The man who had once been her universe and later, her prison.Her heart thudded painfully as his shadow merged with hers. Every instinct told her to run, but her body betrayed her, rooted to the spot as though spellbound.“You shouldn’t be out here at this hour.” His voice was low, gravelly, carrying that dark authority that sent shivers down her spine. He stopped just behind her, close enough for the heat of his body to wrap around her like a phantom embrace.She didn’t turn. “Why? Afraid someone will see me? Or afraid I’ll finally escape?” The bitter

The sound of shattering glass echoed in the vast living room, and Zara froze mid-step, her eyes darting toward the source of the chaos. Adrian stood by the bar, his fist clenched around a half-empty whiskey bottle, shards scattered across the marble floor like broken promises. His normally composed face was a mask of rage and despair, the veins on his neck taut as he sucked in a sharp breath.“Adrian…” Zara’s voice trembled. Her instinct told her to turn and run, but something else—something unexplainable—kept her rooted to the spot. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, so wild, so desperate, like a man on the edge of losing everything.He turned toward her, his dark eyes locking on hers, burning with intensity. “Where were you?” His voice was low, dangerous, like a predator circling prey.“I…” Her throat tightened, the truth sitting like a stone she couldn’t swallow. She wanted to say she had gone to clear her head, but that wasn’t the whole truth, was it? She had gone to see someone—a