All Chapters of Daddy's Little Secret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Melissa’s POVI blinked against the harsh light of the SUV, my hands bound tightly in front of me. My wrists ached, but pain wasn’t my priority. My focus was on the window. On Jamal. On escaping. On surviving.The man driving didn’t speak. His hands were steady on the wheel, eyes forward, calm, almost eerily so. My mind was spinning, a storm of anger, fear, and a strange sense of clarity.“You’re going to tell me what this is about, aren’t you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, to sound calm even though my chest thumped wildly.He didn’t respond. Just kept his eyes on the road. I exhaled sharply, the frustration clawing at me.I glanced out the window, the streets flying by in blurred motion. I tried to get a sense of where we were, but the city lights made it hard to judge direction.“Hey,” I said, a little sharper this time, “if you think scaring me is going to work, think again. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”He finally spoke, slow, deliberate. “I know exactly w

Melissa’s POVI woke to the sound of voices, low and clustered somewhere near the front of the cabin. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I heard Jamal’s voice cutting through the others.“Let me talk to her. Alone.”Footsteps followed. A door opened softly. Then he appeared beside the bed.“Melissa. Are you awake?”My throat felt tight. “Barely. What happened? I heard shouting.”“You heard right.” He sank into the chair beside me. “They are arguing about what to do next. The Elders are here. All of them.”“All?” I pushed myself up. “Why would they all come at once?”“That is why the argument started,” he replied.I rubbed my forehead. “Tell me everything.”He nodded. “The moment we arrived, the Elders demanded to examine the mark on your arm. They said my father must have seen something in you that he never saw in anyone else. They said your connection to the pulse is not natural.”“It is natural,” I said. “It came from you.”“They claim it did not come from me alone.” His vo

Melissa’s POVDarkness wrapped around me like a thick curtain.Heavy. Suffocating. Endless.I tried to breathe, but the air felt trapped in my chest.“Jamal?” My voice sounded far away. Thin. Almost swallowed by the dark. “Jamal, where are you?”A whisper moved through the air.“I am here.”But the voice did not sound steady. It trembled the way a flame trembles when wind presses too close.I reached out through the dark. “Give me your hand.”Something brushed my fingers. Warm. Familiar.Then a deeper voice pushed through the shadows.“You should not cling to him.”I flinched. “No. You do not speak for me. Leave me alone.”The darkness rippled. A faint shape stepped forward. Tall. Cloaked. Watching.The same figure from the circle.The same figure Zara screamed about.“Who are you?” I demanded.“You already know,” the figure answered.“No,” I whispered. “I do not.”But part of me felt like I did. Somewhere deep under my skin. Somewhere the light had touched.Jamal’s voice strained beh

Jamal’s POVThe moment my foot touched the path of light, the ground beneath me collapsed.I fell.Not through air.Through memory.Through every shadow I ever pushed away.A rush of cold pulled at my chest. My pulse hammered loud enough to echo around me, like the sound was trying to escape my ribs.“Melissa,” I whispered, even though I knew she could not hear me. “Stay strong. I am coming.”The fall slowed. The darkness steadied. My feet touched solid ground.I looked around.A long corridor stretched in front of me, lined with glowing stones.I knew this place.Every breath of it.Every echo.“Jamal.”The voice came from behind me.I turned.And froze.A younger version of myself stood there. Maybe twelve years old. Same eyes. Same posture. Same stubborn set of the jaw. But smaller. Thin. Afraid in a way I never admitted.He stared at me without blinking. “Why did you leave me here?”My breath caught. “This is not real.”The boy stepped forward. “If it is not real, why do you look

Jamal’s POV**Voices surrounded me the moment I hit the lower ground. I tried to rise but the stone beneath me shook like something enormous was dragging its weight across it.A soft voice called my name.“Jamal.”I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Show yourself. Now.”She stepped into the dim red glow. Her movements were slow, almost gentle, but nothing about her felt natural. Her smile was familiar, but her eyes were empty.“You still stare at me the same way,” she said. “As if you never buried me.”My jaw tightened. “You are not her. I know exactly what you are.”She tilted her head. “Do you. Then why are you trembling.”“I am not trembling,” I said.She laughed softly. “You lie even to yourself.”I stood slowly. “Keep your distance.”“I thought you would be happy to see me,” she whispered.“No. I am not,” I replied. “You are a trick. Tell me why you are wearing her face.”She stepped closer. “Because you remember me. Strong memories build strong forms. And you remember every detail