All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Blue stood at the edge of the balcony, her fingers gripping the cool metal rail as the city lights flickered like scattered stars below. The night breeze teased her hair, but even the soothing wind couldn’t calm the storm raging inside her chest.Everything was spiraling. The truth wasn’t a shadow anymore—it was a raging wildfire that had burned every illusion she’d tried to hold onto. She could still hear his voice echoing in her head, soft yet heavy with something that felt like both love and betrayal."I never wanted to hurt you."Kai’s words. They had sounded sincere, almost too sincere, and that was the problem. Blue didn’t know if sincerity was enough to patch up the gaping wounds between them. Her chest tightened painfully as she replayed the confrontation in her mind, every word like shards of glass cutting deeper.She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, letting the air fill her lungs before releasing it in a shaky exhale. But even that felt too hard. Breathing felt like a fig

The night was unusually quiet, but inside Blue’s chest, a storm was raging. Every step she took away from the mansion felt like a betrayal—not to them, but to herself. She didn’t even know why her legs kept moving when her heart screamed at her to turn back.Everything had spiraled so quickly. The confession, the kiss that burned like fire, and the words that she couldn’t erase from her mind: “You were never supposed to belong to them.”Kai’s voice haunted her like a shadow that refused to leave. His tone had been too raw, too vulnerable for someone who had spent years perfecting his armor. Blue pressed her lips together, remembering the way his hands trembled against her waist, as though he was holding on to something precious—and fragile.Stop thinking about him, Blue. Stop it.But no matter how many times she repeated the command, her body betrayed her with every shiver of memory that ran down her spine. She wanted to hate him. God, she should hate him for making everything complic

The night air was heavy with tension. Blue stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city lights sprawled beneath her like a sea of stars, cold and indifferent to her turmoil. Every breath burned in her lungs, a reminder that she was still alive, still shackled to the storm raging inside her.“Blue.” The voice behind her was deep, raw—laced with a desperation she had never heard before.She froze. Every muscle in her body tightened, as though his voice had the power to chain her in place. Slowly, she turned.Lorenzo stood a few feet away, his usual composure shattered. His suit jacket was gone, sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled, and his obsidian eyes—those eyes that had once terrified her—now held something dangerously close to vulnerability.“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice flat, masking the chaos in her chest.“You think I’d let you walk away?” His tone was dark, a thread of rage tangled with something far worse—need. “Not after everything. Not after you made me believe I c

Blue had never felt this trapped before. The soft hum of the city outside the penthouse window felt like mockery—a cruel reminder of the life that kept slipping through his fingers. The skyline stretched far and wide, glittering like broken glass under the moonlight, but even the beauty of it could not ease the knot in his chest.Tonight, everything had changed. Everything.His reflection in the glass stared back at him—messy hair, bruised lips, and those haunting blue eyes that had earned him his name but now looked like a stranger’s. They held stories, pain, and a silent scream he had buried for years. He pressed his palms against the cold glass, the chill seeping into his bones like a warning: nothing would ever be the same.Behind him, the sound of footsteps approached—slow, heavy, purposeful. Blue didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted when Aiden walked into a room; it was like a storm entering a calm shore, fierce and unstoppable.“Blue.” The voice was deep, lac

The night pressed heavy against the glass windows of the loft, the kind of darkness that seemed alive—thick, suffocating, as if it carried the weight of unspoken confessions. The rain had started hours ago, but it hadn’t slowed. Instead, it pelted the world with a relentless ferocity, each drop beating a rhythm that mirrored the turmoil inside Blue.He sat on the edge of the couch, hands clasped together, his knuckles white as the storm raged outside. His chest heaved with every breath, but it wasn’t exhaustion; it was the pull of emotions he couldn’t quite name. Love. Fear. Longing. Rage. They all swirled inside him, tearing at the pieces of his heart that had been carefully stitched back together after every betrayal and disappointment he had endured in his life.Across from him, Eli leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him with guarded eyes. He was always so calm, so steady, but tonight, even Eli’s composure was fraying. His jaw was tight, his hand clutching the edge of the