All Chapters of THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122JaceI watch as Dominic finally steps back, his chest heaving, his knuckles raw and bloody. Christopher lies crumpled on the floor, a grotesque parody of the powerful man he once was. There's a grim satisfaction in seeing him brought so low, but also a coldness that settles in my gut. This is what we've become.Noel moves with a quiet efficiency, scooping Christopher up like he's nothing more than a sack of rice. The sight is almost comical, if it weren't so brutally real."Let's go," Noel says, his voice devoid of emotion. "The Brotherhood is ready."We move out of the room, leaving the Bishop Estate in ruins. The Grey Brotherhood has swarmed the place, a silent, deadly force that has systematically dismantled Christopher's empire. We've dominated every corner, overpowered every soldier. The Bishops are no more.As we step outside, I see the rows of black SUVs, the masked faces of the Brotherhood, the controlled chaos that signals a complete takeover. This is what Dominic

Chapter 124 JaceThe weight of everything that's happened presses down on me, a suffocating blanket of guilt and anxiety. We took down Christopher, avenged Jaxon, and sent a message to anyone who dares to cross the Grey Brotherhood. But none of it feels like a victory.My mind keeps drifting back to Jewel. I wonder how she's doing. Is she still in the hospital? Has she woken up? Is she... gone?The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I can't bear the idea of losing her. She's been through so much, and she deserves a chance at happiness.I want to reach out to Rick, to ask him how she's doing, to offer my support. But I hesitate. I'm afraid.Afraid of what he might say. Afraid of what I might hear. Afraid of facing the consequences of my actions.I know that I played a part in all of this. I helped Dominic take down Christopher. I helped create the chaos that led to Jewel's injury. And now, I'm afraid to face the man who's been by her side through it all.I pick up my phone, my fing

Chapter 126Christopher Darkness. That's all there is. A suffocating, all-encompassing darkness that presses in on me from all sides. I can't see anything, not even my own hands in front of my face.Panic claws at my throat, a desperate urge to escape this claustrophobic void. I try to move, to stretch out my limbs, but I'm met with resistance. Cold, unyielding metal.Chains.I'm chained. My wrists, my ankles, all bound by heavy, unforgiving metal. I tug at them, desperate to break free, but the chains only dig deeper into my skin, drawing a sharp sting of pain.I try to remember what happened, how I ended up in this hellhole, but my mind is a jumbled mess of fragmented images. The desert, the SUV, Dominic's cold eyes, the searing pain in my face...Dominic.Rage surges through me, a white-hot fury that momentarily eclipses the fear. He did this to me. He orchestrated this. He'll pay for this.I try to stand, to assert some semblance of control, but my body betrays me. A wave of dizz

Chapter 128JewelA kaleidoscope of memories, fragmented and disjointed, flickers through my mind. My life, a chaotic slideshow of joy and sorrow, love and loss.I'm a child again, nestled between Mom Alice and Dad Dominic in their massive bed. The room is warm and cozy, filled with the scent of lavender and old books. Mom Alice is singing a lullaby, her voice soft and soothing. Dad Dominic is grumbling about the noise, but I can see the secret smile playing on his lips. He loves it, despite his protests.The scene shifts, and I'm wobbling on a bicycle, my heart pounding with fear and excitement. Jace is running alongside me, his hand steadying the bike, his voice encouraging. "You got this, Jewel! Just keep pedaling!" I crash, inevitably, but Jace is there to pick me up, dusting me off and offering words of encouragement.I'm a pre-teen, my face flushed with anger, my fist connecting with Jaxon's jaw. He's grinning, unfazed by my outburst. He stole my first kiss, a clumsy, awkward pe

Chapter 130JewelI am Jewel Grey, sometimes Ingrid Bishop, but really, I'm just a girl who is trying. Trying to be enough, to be someone someone is proud of, looks up to, feels comfortable with.I want to be a girl who's a little bit of everything. Not to mention love… that's debatable. A battlefield of emotions I'm not sure I'm equipped to navigate.I came from mixed families, a patchwork of connections, but I am cared for, for sure. I never doubted Christopher's or Dominic's. The Dads. Even my Mothers. Their love, though complicated, was always present.But Jace Grey. My stepbrother. I don't know… He is my greatest love I can never have. A forbidden desire that haunts the edges of my heart.I am tired these days. Like life and death tired, which is new. Because I used to be wild and feral—like, very. I remember me and Jaxon doing wild stuff at 18. Reckless adventures, fueled by youthful abandon and a thirst for excitement.Rick was like the Older Brother material to us. The steady,