Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming Blue : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The night air felt heavy as Zaya stepped onto the balcony, the cold breeze brushing against her skin like an unwelcome whisper. She gripped the iron railing, her knuckles turning white, trying to hold on to something—anything—stable as her world kept shifting under her feet.Everything she thought she knew was unraveling. Every truth she clung to seemed to hide a darker lie beneath it.Her phone buzzed on the table behind her.Zaya turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum of warning. She already knew who it was before she picked it up.Adrian.The man who shattered her world and pieced it back together in ways that terrified her. The man she hated and loved with equal intensity.Her thumb hovered over the screen before she pressed accept.“Zaya.” His voice was low, rough, like sandpaper against her soul. There was an edge to it—controlled fury mixed with desperation.“You shouldn’t call me,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder as if the walls themselves were li

The night was unnervingly quiet when Zaya returned to the mansion. A strange heaviness settled in the air, pressing against her chest like an invisible weight. Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor as she stepped inside, her pulse racing with the memory of what she had overheard at the hospital earlier that day—Damien’s voice, low and commanding, as he threatened the board chairman.It wasn’t the threat itself that terrified her. It was what he said after that.“Zaya belongs to me. No contract can change that.”She froze in the dimly lit hallway, her heart pounding like a drum.For weeks, she had tried convincing herself that the contract marriage was just that—a business arrangement. But deep down, something darker lurked behind Damien’s obsession. Something that made her wonder if walking away would ever be possible.“Mrs. Blackwood.”The cold voice snapped her out of her thoughts. One of the butlers stood near the staircase, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly as he

The night was thick with tension, the kind that could slice through flesh and bone without drawing blood. In the grand penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline, Zaya stood still as stone, her manicured fingers gripping the edge of the mahogany desk. The moonlight spilling through the towering glass windows illuminated her face—serene, yet shadowed with turmoil. She had fought countless battles, built an empire brick by brick, and burned bridges without flinching, but this… this was different. Adrian wasn’t a business deal she could negotiate. He wasn’t a competitor she could destroy. He was the storm that had consumed her carefully constructed world, and now, as he stood across the room with his jaw tight and his dark eyes drilling into her, Zaya knew she had to make a choice. A choice that could either save them… or ruin them both. “Say it,” Adrian’s voice was low, edged with that dangerous calm that always preceded his temper. He had removed his suit jacket hours ago, and the

The sound of crashing glass shattered the silence like a thunderclap. Zaya froze where she stood, her breath hitching as the wine bottle slipped from her trembling fingers and smashed against the marble floor. Red liquid pooled at her feet like blood, seeping between the tiles and staining her white slippers.Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears, drowning out the chaos erupting around her. The mansion, usually filled with laughter or tense arguments, now felt like a battlefield—one she was no longer sure she could survive.“Zaya!” Damian’s voice tore through the air like a whip.She turned slowly, her body stiff as stone. His tall figure loomed in the doorway, his sharp jaw clenched, eyes blazing like molten steel. He was still in his suit from the meeting, the tie loosened but hanging perfectly against his chest, and the sight of him—so cold, so controlled—made her feel like an intruder in her own life.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His tone was low, d

The mansion felt heavier that night, like the very walls carried secrets that refused to stay hidden. Zaya stood by the balcony, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked at the glittering city lights. The cold air stung her skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside her heart.Her husband’s empire had always been built on control—control of people, power, and even fate itself. But for the first time, Zaya could feel it slipping. Enemies were circling like vultures, scandals were waiting to erupt, and above all, the fragile bond between them was balancing on the edge of destruction.She whispered into the night, almost afraid of her own thoughts.“Will I lose him… or will I lose myself first?”---Downstairs, the man she called her husband sat in his study. The dim light caught the sharp edges of his jaw as he scrolled through confidential files. His empire was bleeding. Trusted men had turned traitors, allies were demanding more than they deserved, and buried sins thre