Semua Bab Daddy's Little Secret : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Melissa’s POVFor a few seconds, I thought the voice was part of some cruel hallucination—an echo from the morphine haze, a trick of my exhausted brain. But then it came again, low and precise, laced with a calm authority that sliced through the static of the hospital machines.“You’re stronger than I imagined, Melissa. I suppose you always were.”My lungs forgot how to work. I sat frozen, my fingers digging into the bedsheet so hard that the thin fabric began to tear.It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t memory. It was her.“Mom?” I whispered, my voice trembling so badly the word barely made it out.No answer—just the faint hum of interference through the speaker system. Then, like a ghost weaving through the white noise, her voice returned.> “Not exactly the reunion you deserve, I know. But circumstances make appearances… difficult.”I turned toward the intercom above the hospital door. The little red light blinked steadily, mocking me. “Where are you?” I demanded, my voice cracking on the

Melissa’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold.Not the kind that comes from wind or rain, but the sterile chill of air-conditioning—artificial, humming, steady. When I tried to move, pain shot through my shoulder, sharp and unforgiving. My breath hitched.White lights burned overhead, so bright they made the edges of my vision blur. I blinked, disoriented, my mind swimming through flashes of fire and falling debris. The explosion. Jamal’s blood on my hands. His voice telling me to run.Don’t you die on me, not yet.The words echoed in my skull.I wasn’t dead. Which meant someone had pulled me out. But who?Slowly, I turned my head. My neck felt stiff, my throat raw. I was lying on a metal bed, IV lines running into my arm. The room around me was windowless—clean, modern, too quiet. A lab, not a hospital.A shadow moved behind a glass wall. Then a door hissed open.“Welcome back, Melissa.”The voice was smooth. Controlled. The kind that didn’t need to raise itself to command obedie

Jamal’s POVLight burned through my skull.It wasn’t just brightness—it was pressure. A force pushing against every memory I’d ever buried, every truth I’d refused to face. For a moment, I thought I was dead. Or dying. Or stuck in whatever space existed between the two.Then the light thinned, flickered… and went out like a candle pinched by unseen fingers.Sound rushed back first—wind, water, my own ragged breathing. Then cold. Sharp, punishing cold.I opened my eyes.I was lying on a steel platform dripping with seawater, the remains of the downed jet smoldering somewhere behind me. My head pounded hard enough to split bone. My ribs felt like shattered glass. But none of that mattered.She was standing a few feet away.Melissa.Still glowing faintly, like light lived under her skin now. The waves didn’t touch her. They parted around her ankles as if the ocean itself obeyed whatever she had become.She wasn’t looking at me.She stared up at the tower—the one rising out of the sea lik

Melissa’s POVDarkness wasn’t empty.I used to think it was some void space where pain, memory, fear all dissolved the deeper you sank. But this darkness wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t numb. It vibrated, trembled, pulsed with a strange, rhythmic echo like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.It was alive and it was crowded with soft voices distant, overlapping drifted in and out like whispers carried on underwater currents. I couldn’t make out all the words, but they brushed against my mind with cold, featherlight fingers.Almost ready.The gate is open.Containment broken.She survived unexpected.That one voice low and resonant made the darkness ripple like fabric in a strong wind.I felt myself pulled through it, dragged upward by something unseen. Then a gasp tore out of me.Air rushed into my lungs in a violent, painful surge. My eyes flew open and I choked on the scent of saltwater, metal and something burning.I was lying on cold steel.My vision swam with fractured shapes sparks crackling f

Jamal’s POVThe explosion threw me backward, and I hit the deck hard, my ears ringing. I scrambled to my knees, glaring through the haze. Where was Melissa? Where was Layla? The platform was a twisted ruin, flames licking at jagged metal edges. I spotted a figure lying motionless nearby. Melissa. I sprinted toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. As I dropped to her side, her eyes flickered open. “Jamal?” she whispered. Relief washed over me. “I’m here. Are you okay?” She tried to sit up, wincing. “Yeah… I think so.” I helped her upright, scanning for threats. The duplicate. Where was he? I spotted him standing at the edge of the platform, watching us. Watching me. Layla was on her knees nearby, her face twisted in fury, staring at the duplicate. “You,” she spat. “You were supposed to be—” “Contained?” the duplicate said, his voice amused. “Layla, you should know better than anyone. Containment is just a word.” I stood, shielding Melissa. “What do you want?” The duplicate tilted hi