All Chapters of THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112Rick Her breaths rattled like a broken engine, too fast, too shallow. My gut twisted watching her fight her own body.“Jewel—listen to me,” I said firmly, catching her trembling hand in mine. My thumb pressed circles into her palm, grounding, steady. “You don’t need all that air. Just slow… right here with me. In through your nose—out through your mouth. Like this.” I exaggerated a slow breath, making sure she could see my chest rise and fall.Her fingers clawed weakly at my wrist, but that was good—it meant she was still here, still reaching. Matt counted in even tones, but I leaned closer, softening my voice just for her. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. No one’s leaving.”I saw her lips twitch, shaky, but trying to follow. A breath hitched, then another. Her shoulders still shook, but I kept her anchored, murmuring with every second, dragging her back to us.“Atta girl. That’s it. Just stay with me.”RickHer chest stuttered, each breath a broken gasp. I was still guiding h

Chapter 114Dominic It has been a long time since I breathed the air outside of concrete walls and iron bars. Freedom, they call it. To me, it feels more like standing in the ashes of a fire that refuses to die.The weeks that followed my escape blurred into a heavy silence. Jaxon… the boy who grew beside me like my own flesh and blood, was torn away. Murdered by Christopher Bishop. His death was not just a strike against us—it hollowed out the marrow of this family. And now Jewel… the girl who still clings to life by a thread, branded with depression like it’s her final inheritance. She is fading, and I can’t even lift her out.I may look untouched, as if none of this shakes me. But I burn inside. I am working from behind the shadows, my hands already dipped in plans, in bullets, in blood. Christopher thinks he can strip me bare—first with Alice, my wife, ripped from me… and now with Jaxon, slaughtered as if he were nothing.He has taken too much. And I will take back the only thing

Chapter 116Rick The door’s cracked just enough for me to hear it all. Her cries. His voice—low, rough, cutting through the silence like a blade. Bunny. The way he said it makes my stomach twist.I should walk away. I should leave them to whatever dangerous closeness they’re tangled in. But I can’t. My feet won’t move. My hand rests on the doorframe, knuckles white.And then it happens. The shift. The silence.I hear the muffled sound of her locking herself away again—retreating, shutting down. Jewel’s always done that. When the world’s too loud, too violent, she cages herself inside her own skin, and no one gets in. Not even me.I press my forehead to the wood. My breath comes out ragged. “Jewel…” I whisper, even if she can’t hear me. Or maybe she can, and she just won’t answer.Because the truth is—I’m always here. By the door. Waiting for her to open it. Waiting for her to see I’ve been here all along, ready to catch her before she breaks herself to pieces.But she doesn’t. She lo

Chapter 118JewelHead space. Everything is hustling, a blur of motion and noise that grates against my raw nerves. I can only feel the movements of other people across the room, their energy a suffocating weight. I just hurt myself. Again.The shame is a familiar ache, a dull throb beneath the surface of the swirling chaos in my mind. I'm sorry. A silent apology whispered into the void, knowing it's not enough. Knowing I'll probably do it again.The world feels distant, like I'm watching it through a thick pane of glass. Sounds are muffled, colors muted. I'm disconnected, adrift in a sea of my own making.I clutch my arms to my chest, trying to ground myself, to find some semblance of control in the storm raging inside. But it's no use. The feelings are too strong, too overwhelming.I want to scream, to lash out, to break free from this suffocating prison of my own mind. But I'm trapped, paralyzed by fear and self-loathing.Tears well up, blurring my vision even further. I'm a mess,

Chapter 120Christopher “That you're a Bullshit Father” I said to Grey. Dominic's words hit me like a physical blow. Jewel… on the verge of death? I knew she was struggling, but I had no idea it was this dire.I pace my study, the opulent surroundings suddenly feeling like a cage. How could I have been so blind? I pride myself on my awareness, on knowing everything that happens within my sphere of influence. But I missed this. I failed Jewel.And now, Dominic is here, his grief and rage palpable, and I can't offer him any answers."What did you know, Christopher?" he'd asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What wasn't she telling me? What wasn't she telling you?"The truth is, Jewel confided in me more than Dominic ever realized. She saw me as a confidante, someone who could offer a different perspective, a different kind of support. She spoke of the pressure she felt, the weight of her family's legacy, the darkness that haunted her.She blamed herself for Jaxon's death, and th