All Chapters of THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102JewelThe world felt unbearably loud, yet inside me, everything was hollow. Every heartbeat sounded like a hammer striking an empty drum, and the silence afterward was worse than the noise. I tried to push myself out of bed, tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead. Even breathing required effort, and the air tasted bitter in my mouth, like regret and failure had settled there.I stared at the ceiling, imagining it collapsing on me, ending everything in an instant. Why did it hurt so much to exist? Every memory, every whisper, every glance from them felt like a knife twisting inside my chest. Jace… I thought about him, about how even when he’s near, I can’t feel safe. I can’t breathe. I can’t belong anywhere.Tears streamed down my face without warning. I didn’t care about hiding them anymore. My reflection in the darkened window stared back at me—pale, hollow-eyed, a stranger I barely recognized. I wanted it all to stop. I wanted the pain to vanish. To disappear complet

Chapter 104Jewel The room felt heavy, the silence pressing down on me. My body ached in ways I couldn’t ignore, and the stench of sweat and leftover despair from last night clung to my skin. I needed a bath. I needed to feel clean—somehow reclaim a piece of myself that didn’t feel broken.But I didn’t have the strength to do it alone. Every movement made my head spin, my arms heavy like lead. My stomach twisted at the thought of stepping into the water by myself.“Jace…” My voice was small, hesitant, almost a whisper. He looked up from where he had been sitting near the window, eyes dark and attentive. “Can… can you… help me? With the bath?”He didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was on his feet, moving to me with that familiar, commanding presence that somehow both terrified and reassured me. “Of course,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’ve got you.”I bit my lip, embarrassment heating my cheeks. “I… I don’t want you to… I just—”“Shh,” he cut me off gently, placing a hand unde

Chapter 106Jace I watched from the veranda as Rick carried Jewel inside the mansion, her drenched form pressed against him. Even from a distance, I could see her trembling, her hair plastered to her face, her arms weakly wrapped around his neck. My chest tightened in a way I couldn’t quite explain—part frustration, part worry, part something darker I refused to name.Rick moved carefully, steady, but his arms were strong, holding her close. I saw her body shudder with every step, and my stomach clenched. She looked so small, so fragile, so utterly worn out that it hurt to watch.I stepped inside just as Rick reached the main hall, where Matt, our medic, was already waiting. Matt’s eyes flicked toward Jewel immediately, professional and sharp. He gave Rick a nod, then crouched slightly, hands ready, examining her even as she leaned limply against Rick’s chest.“She’s in rough shape,” Matt said quietly, voice calm but precise. “Shivering, hypothermic, emotionally unstable. From what I

Chapter 108RickI knelt on the floor in front of her, careful not to crowd her space. She was still curled up, shivering slightly, her eyes red and tired. My chest ached seeing her like this—so small, so fragile, so completely drained.“Hey…” I said softly, keeping my voice gentle, patient. “Please… eat, okay? Please?”Her gaze flicked to me, tired and guarded, and I felt that familiar tug in my chest. I forced a small, reassuring smile. “Do you want me to bring you food, Princess?”She hesitated, silent, and I let the question hang, giving her the space to answer in her own time. I didn’t push. I just stayed there, kneeling, hands resting loosely on my knees, keeping my presence steady and non-threatening.“You don’t have to eat a lot,” I added softly, voice calm. “Just a little… just enough to keep your strength up. I’ll stay right here with you. You don’t have to do anything alone.”Her lips trembled slightly, a faint shiver running through her. I could feel the hesitation, the fe

Chapter 110RickThe room was quiet, the only sound the soft rhythm of Jewel’s breathing. She shifted slightly against me, nuzzling a little closer, and I adjusted my arm to support her better, careful not to disturb her.Her small hand brushed lightly against my chest, almost unconsciously, and I didn’t move it. Let her find comfort however she needed. She was exhausted—emotionally and physically—and the last thing she needed was for anyone to rush her.I watched her eyelids flutter, each blink slower than the last. Her face, pale but peaceful, finally relaxed, and I knew she was drifting deeper into sleep. I stayed still, keeping my presence steady, my arm supporting her head like a pillow, my hand brushing strands of damp hair from her face when they fell.Every so often, she murmured softly in her sleep, and I smiled faintly, understanding that these tiny sounds were part of her releasing the tension and pain she’d held for so long. I whispered quietly, just in case she could hear