All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The city lights flickered like dying stars as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of the Monteverde Hotel, one of the most luxurious establishments in New York. Zaya sat frozen in the back seat, her trembling fingers clutched around the edge of her dress. The air felt suffocating, thick with unspoken truths and burning emotions.“Zaya,” Adrian’s deep voice broke the silence. His tone was calm, but the storm in his eyes betrayed him. “We need to talk.”Those four words pierced her soul. They had been circling around this inevitable confrontation for days, maybe weeks, and now there was no running from it. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest as she slowly turned to meet his gaze.“What is there to talk about, Adrian?” she whispered, though her voice was heavy with defiance and fear. “You’ve already made your decisions.”His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into a fist on his thigh. “Don’t twist this. You think I wanted any of this?” His voice rose, sharp and raw, echoing

The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Sterling estate, bathing the room in a deceptive warmth. Zaya stood by the balcony, her silk robe flowing like a waterfall of ivory, yet her body felt ice-cold inside. She gripped the railing tightly, staring at the sprawling gardens below as the world outside continued its peaceful dance, utterly ignorant of the storm raging within her.How could this have happened? Her mind replayed the events of the previous night over and over, each detail cutting deeper than a blade. Adrian’s words still echoed in her ears, those cold, clipped sentences that shattered her heart in ways she never imagined possible.“You should have told me,” he had said, his jaw clenched so hard that the veins along his neck had pulsed visibly. “If you wanted to destroy everything we had, you could have just said so.”She had opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but no words had come out. The photograph he had slammed on the marble table had silenced

The world outside the tinted limousine windows was a blur of glowing streetlights and distant neon signs, but inside, the silence between Zaya and Adrian was louder than any noise they had endured before. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers curling against the soft satin of her evening gown. She could still feel the imprint of his touch from earlier that night—possessive, heated, and undeniably his.Adrian leaned back against the plush leather seat, his gaze locked on her like a predator observing prey. His jaw was clenched, his expression a perfect mask of control, yet his stormy eyes betrayed the turmoil brewing inside him.“You’ve been quiet,” he said finally, his voice smooth but edged with tension.Zaya shifted, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you expect me to say, Adrian. You dragged me out of there like I was some kind of… possession.”“You are mine,” he cut in sharply, his words vibrating through the dimly lit space. “I don’t share, Zaya. Not with anyone. Not ev

The air inside the mansion was thick with tension, like the calm before a deadly storm. Zaya stood in the center of the grand hall, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails bit into her palms. Her heart was pounding, not from fear this time, but from something far more dangerous—defiance.Dante stood a few feet away, his presence dominating the room like a shadow that swallowed everything whole. His dark suit was immaculate, his expression cold and sharp as a blade. But behind those icy eyes, Zaya saw something flicker—rage, yes, but also… hurt? No, she couldn’t afford to think like that. Not when her world was on the brink of collapse.“You lied to me.” Dante’s voice was soft, too soft, and that terrified her more than if he had shouted. His words slid across the marble floor like a predator circling its prey. “After everything, Zaya. After I gave you my trust.”Zaya lifted her chin, refusing to look away even as fear clawed at her throat. “I didn’t lie to you,” she said, her voi

The night air outside the theater was heavy with unspoken words. Blue stood motionless by the curb, arms wrapped around himself, as if trying to hold together the fragments of his sanity. The glittering city lights reflected in his tear-brimmed eyes, blurring the chaos around him into a storm of color. People passed by, laughter spilling from their lips, but their joy sounded hollow against the weight crushing his chest.He had told himself tonight would be different. He had told himself he was strong enough to face it. But the sight of Liam on that stage—singing like the world belonged to him, eyes glittering with a passion Blue no longer knew how to touch—had cracked something deep inside. And then the kiss… oh, that damn kiss with the backup dancer during the final act. It shouldn’t have mattered. It was a performance. An illusion. But to Blue, it had felt like betrayal carved in neon.His phone vibrated in his pocket for what felt like the hundredth time. Liam’s name glowed on the