All Chapters of Fated love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

‎Caroline’s mind replayed the visit in painstaking detail. “I didn’t notice anything weird,” she said finally. “We chatted normally, had fun… she even invited me to come again next time.” Her words were calm, but inside, her thoughts churned with unease.‎‎A sigh came from Ava on the other end of the line, heavy with worry yet laced with resolve. “Okay, we’ll talk tomorrow. Since she’s Edward’s girlfriend, he will surely find her,” Ava reassured her, the tone of certainty in her voice a fragile comfort.‎‎Caroline allowed herself a small sigh, clinging to that reassurance. She disconnected the call, retreating to her room with her mind still swirling with thoughts and worry.‎‎Meanwhile, at Ava’s end, the phone clicked into silence, leaving her face clouded with concern. She sat quietly, her mind racing through every possibility, trying to pinpoint where Claire might be. Zayn, noticing her distress, sat beside her on the couch. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.‎‎Ava forced a small

‎Edward drove aimlessly now, the city flashing past him in streaks of muted color. Through his ear pod, Ryan and Cleo’s voices echoed—the result of a device Edward had secretly planted on their dining table weeks ago.‎‎Hearing Ryan accuse him of mistreating Claire made Edward’s heart stop.‎‎Mistreating her?‎‎The thought rattled him. Images rushed through his mind:‎‎Claire flinching that evening.‎Claire looking down instead of meeting his eyes.‎Claire hesitating to speak.‎Claire worrying silently.‎‎Was she afraid of him?‎‎Had he been too harsh? Too controlling? Too cold?‎‎He didn’t want to believe Ryan’s words—but Claire’s disappearance made everything Ryan said feel like a blade slicing through him.‎‎His voice cracked as he muttered, “Am I mistreating her?”‎‎But the thought was unbearable.‎‎He shoved it down.‎‎Called another team.‎‎Ordered them to locate Conrad immediately.‎‎‎---‎‎AT SEBASTIAN’S HOME — CAROLINE BREAKS‎‎Across the city, Caroline sat mo

‎On their drive home, Sarah checked her phone to see numerous missed calls, mostly from her brother Ryan. Her heart skipped a beat as she considered what excuse she could craft for him. Conrad noticed her distraction and reached over to gently rest his hand on hers. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, “I’ll explain that we’re together. You don’t need to hide anything.”‎‎Sarah gave a small, reassuring smile, her fingers tightening around his. “I can handle him myself,” she said with a giggle, knowing that once she put on her cute, persuasive act, her brother would forgive almost anything. Conrad’s eyes softened as he glanced at her, a mixture of jealousy and admiration stirring within him. She had a way of charming everyone around her, even him, and he couldn’t help but feel protective over her.‎‎The evening air carried a slight chill as they continued their drive. The city lights blurred past, their reflections dancing across the windshield. Suddenly, several black cars began overtakin

‎The hospital hallway stretched out endlessly, long and sterile, bathed in the unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights that bounced off the polished tiles, making everything feel unnaturally sharp. Every sound seemed exaggerated, each one amplified as if the walls themselves conspired to make the seconds crawl. The faint, rhythmic beeping of monitors somewhere deep inside the ward punctuated the silence, each tone reminding Ava that time was slipping away, that each moment mattered more than the last. Occasionally, muffled voices drifted through the air, fragments of conversation between nurses and doctors discussing patients whose identities she didn’t know, whose fates felt distant and irrelevant yet somehow magnified in this tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, their owners unseen, but their hurried pace sending a jolt of anxiety through her chest each time.‎‎Ava’s own steps added to the rhythm, polished flats tapping insistently on the tile as she walked back an

‎In F City, the late afternoon sun filtered softly through the thin cream-colored curtains of the apartment’s living room. The light painted delicate patterns across the tiled floor and cast a warm glow over the space where Claire sat alone on the couch. She leaned back, legs tucked under her, absently nibbling on a strawberry as the movie on the television played. The gentle flicker of the screen reflected off her eyes, yet her gaze remained distant, not really following the storyline at all. Her fingers traced the rim of the porcelain bowl as she lost herself in her own thoughts, a faint tension gripping her shoulders.‎‎Her attention was only half on the screen. The movie’s soft romantic soundtrack drifted through the room, blending with the faint hum of the air conditioner, and for a moment, Claire allowed herself a small sigh of comfort. But it was fleeting. Between the odd familiarity that haunted her memories, the strange tension that had settled like an invisible wall between