All Chapters of THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

Chapter 141JaceThe line is gone. The line between what's real and what's not... it's completely dissolved. I'm adrift in a sea of confusion, unable to distinguish between my memories, my fears, and my hallucinations.Am I still in the motel? Or am I already in that padded room? Are those faces I see in the shadows real, or are they just figments of my imagination?I try to focus, to ground myself in the present, but it's no use. The world around me keeps shifting, morphing, becoming something unrecognizable.I look at my hands, studying the lines, the scars, the calluses. They seem familiar, yet foreign. Are these really my hands? Or are they the hands of someone else, someone I don't even know?I try to remember Jewel's face, the sound of her voice, the way she used to laugh. But the memories are fading, becoming distorted, like a photograph left out in the sun.Was she even real? Or was she just a figment of my imagination, a dream that I desperately wanted to believe in?I don't

Chapter 143JaceJewel's alive. Ingrid is alive. But the way she looked at me… like I was a broken toy, a shattered mirror reflecting a reality she couldn't bear to see.Ever since the Greys adopted me, I knew I was different. A charity case, a project. They never treated me badly, not exactly. But there was always a distance, a subtle understanding that I wasn't truly one of them.And then Dominic took me. Ripped me away from the Greys, claiming some twisted loyalty to the Chevre bloodline. He told me I was a rejected son, cast aside because I was illegitimate, because I was… unhealthy. He never specified what that meant, what was wrong with me. Just that I was flawed, unworthy.He weaponized that rejection, molded me into a soldier, a zealot. He filled my head with righteous fury, with the promise of purpose. But underneath it all, the seed of doubt remained. Was I truly worthy of anything?And then there was Jewel. Ingrid. My stepsister. From the moment I saw her, I was captivated.

Chapter 145JewelThe Bishops. The Greys. Two sides of the same twisted coin. Both families have caused me nothing but pain, nothing but suffering.For years, I felt like a pawn in their games, a prize to be won, a possession to be controlled. I was trapped, suffocated by their expectations, by their obsessions.Jace… God, Jace. His obsession nearly destroyed me. He saw me as something I wasn't, something I could never be. He trapped me in his fantasy world, refusing to see me for who I truly am.And the Greys… cold, distant, more concerned with appearances than genuine affection. They offered me a life of privilege, but at what cost? I was always an outsider, a reminder of their own failures.The Bishops weren't any better. Ruthless, ambitious, they saw me as a means to an end, a way to solidify their power. They offered me security, but it came with a price: my freedom.I was tired of being a victim. Tired of being controlled. Tired of being used.So I made a choice.I chose myself.