All Chapters of Forgive Me Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

CHAPTER 61EZRA“St. Maria's Parish!”The auditorium exploded in cheers. Lily screamed so loud I think I lost part of my hearing. Jordan threw her arms around Ryan, both of them yelling, “WE DID IT!” while Genevieve smiled—just slightly—but that tiny smile was worth a thousand confetti cannons.I turned to look at Dorian.He wasn’t smiling. Not exactly. But his eyes—warm and proud—found mine, and that was enough to make my stomach flip.“We made it?” Lily gasped, looking around like she needed confirmation.Jordan snorted. “Yes, unless they meant another St. Maria's.”Ryan raised his hands. “Fifth place, baby! We’re in the finals!”Genevieve clapped her gloved hands once—elegant, controlled. “Excellent work, everyone. A commendable performance.”The MC walked back to the stage, voice booming again.“Congratulations to our top five! But before you all run off to celebrate, it’s time for a special announcement.”Everyone fell silent. The air felt… loaded.“The final round,” he said dram

CHAPTER 63EZRAMy hands were shaking. I didn’t even know why. We’d already sung. We’d done our part.But standing there, waiting for results with forty voices breathing the same nervous air, it felt like every heartbeat could break me.The stage lights were blinding again. Ten choirs lined up side by side, matching uniforms, anxious smiles, and too many whispered prayers to count.Jordan leaned toward me, muttering under her breath. “If we don’t make it, I’m switching to hip-hop.”Lily nudged her. “If we don’t make it, you’re joining me in therapy.”Ryan groaned. “I’ll just move to a forest. Live off berries.”I tried to laugh, but my throat was too dry.Genevieve stood ahead of us, hands clasped neatly. She looked composed—like this was any other day—but I saw her tapping her index finger softly against her palm. That was her version of panic.Dorian was to the side, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the judges’ table. Even from here, I could tell his jaw was tight.The announcer came

CHAPTER 65DORIANI tried calling Ezra three times.No answer.He had replied to my message earlier — short, distant, polite. “Yeah. Just got in. Tired.”Tired. That was all he’d said. Nothing else. No teasing. No warmth.Now I was pacing my study like a restless animal. The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the air still smelled like thunder. My jaw ached from clenching.He wasn’t ignoring me, was he?No… he wouldn’t.Unless Genevieve—A sharp ring sliced through my thoughts. I glanced at the phone on the table, the screen flashing a name I hadn’t seen in months.Adrian Cross.I stared at it for a full five seconds before I picked up. “Adrian.”“Father Dorian,” came that low, velvety drawl that always sounded like mockery. “Or should I say… ex-lawyer Dorian Vale?”My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?”A soft chuckle. “Straight to business, as usual. You never change.”“Adrian,” I warned. “I asked what you want.”He sighed dramatically. “Relax. I just wanted to

EZRAI shoved the front door open, and the stupid hinges squeaked like they were tattling on me. My backpack slid off one shoulder and smacked the floor. The whole house smelled like Genevieve’s fancy lavender furniture polish mixed with that crisp, expensive laundry scent she always used—like money and judgment in one sniff.She was already there.Perched at the dining table like she owned the entire planet, which honestly she kind of acted like she did. Hands folded neatly, spine so straight it looked painful. Her grey cashmere cardigan was buttoned to the very top, pearls sitting perfect against her collarbone like little ice cubes. Her silver hair was pinned without a single strand out of place. Face calm. Dangerously calm.“Ezra, darling,” she said, voice low and clipped, the kind of posh accent that made every word sound like it cost extra. She didn’t even glance up from her teacup. “Do sit.”My stomach flipped. I dropped into the chair across from her, knees knocking together u