All Chapters of Captured heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Betty stood before the painting, her eyes fixed on the image of herself standing with pack of bears looming behind her. The bears were all of the same specie with the one in all the paintings, majestic, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, growling angrily but what caught her attention was the dead bear, lying on the floor, its lifeless body covered in blood. She gazed at the painting like reading an encrypted message on the wall. The bears seemed to symbolize something, but what? She felt a sense of unease, as if the painting was trying to convey a message she couldn't quite decipher. She studied the bears' faces, searching for clues. The other standing bears seemed protective, It was as if they were guarding her, protecting her from something. Their eyes watchful. But the dead bear... it was a different story altogether. The blood seemed to symbolize something deeper than death. Betty's mind reeled as she tried to connect the dots. With everything that has been going on she was n

Betty walked past the guards at their posts, but they didn’t recognize her, they barely gave her a glance. “Hey, one of the guards said, nodding at her. "Heading out early today?"Betty nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. “Yes, sir. Need to get some supplies from the market."The guard barely looked at her, his eyes passing over her uniform without suspicion. "Alright, be careful out there."Betty nodded again. As she walked past the guards, she kept her pace steady, not too fast, not too slow. The cool evening air hit her face as she emerged from the mansion's entrance, this was her second time making it out of the building but this time not for an escape but for a purpose.After a long walk on a lonely road, she reached into the town, Molsland, the name was boldly written on a banner by the roadside.“So this is where I’ve been all this while,” she looked round inspecting the environment.“This must be the lower town” Betty allowed herself a small smile. She became more serio

Betty was struck by the sight before her. A line of gravestones stood in a row, each one bearing a name. She crept into the basement, she didn't want to be seen by Mateo, not yet. The gravestones were adorned with small bouquets of flowers, and the ceiling above was open to the night sky, allowing the moonlight to filter in. The soft glow illuminated the gravestones, casting a gentle light on the names etched into the stone. Betty's eyes widened as she took in the scene. Mateo stood before one of the gravestones, with the Queen of Night flower in his hand. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on one of the graves. Betty's gaze followed his, and she saw the name on the gravestone he was looking at. The name "Robert Silas" was etched boldly into the stone. Betty's presence went unnoticed as Mateo remained absorbed in his thoughts. She stood there, frozen in time. Betty's gaze was fixed on Mateo as he stood before the gravestone, the Queen of Night flower held delicately in his h

Betty walked up to Mateo, who was standing with his back to her,.“Mateo, we need to talk," she said.Mateo didn't turn around, and his tone was dismissive. "Not now Betty”.She took a step closer to him, her determination evident in her voice. "No, it can't wait. I need to talk to you about …..something important.Mateo turned to face her, his expression neutral.“What is it, Betty, Make it quick."Mateo's gaze held hers for a moment, and then he nodded curtly. "Go on."Betty took a deep breath. "Thank you for saving me. I know I was too ...thank you."His expression didn't change, and he didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed on hers, but his face was like stone.She tried to read him, but it was like trying to read a puzzle. She couldn't tell if he was pleased or annoyed.Her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to determine if he was being serious or sarcastic. But Mateo's face gave nothing away. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.She studied him for a moment, trying

Betty sat on her bed, her fingers tracing her bandaged wrist. She closed her eyes, and the memories came flooding back – the way Mateo's lips had brushed against her lips, the way his eyes had locked onto hers, making her heart skip a beat.Her thoughts drifted to the moment they'd shared, the way he'd pulled her close, his warm breath on her skin sending shivers down her spine. She'd felt so alive.As she touched her wrist, she could almost feel his touch again, the gentle pressure of his fingers on her face, the warmth of his hard skin especially when he let out those words “you don’t have to”. A flutter in her chest, she let out a soft sigh, her eyes still closed, savoring the memory.For a moment, she forgot about the uncertainty, the doubts that had crept in after he'd walked away without a word. All that mattered was the way she'd felt in his arms.Lost in her thoughts, Betty's other hand drifted down to the rim of her night gown. She grabbed it, her fingers curling around the f