Semua Bab Fated love: Bab 111 - Bab 116

‎Three months later, in the bustling city of F, the evening sun dipped low, casting a soft amber glow across the streets. The hum of cars and distant chatter mingled with the occasional bark of stray dogs and the faint aroma of street food, creating the familiar rhythm of urban life. Claire, taking a leisurely stroll through the avenues, let the cool breeze brush against her face, feeling a rare moment of serenity after weeks of work and endless obligations. The golden light danced across the pavement, reflecting off windows and puddles from an earlier rain, making the city streets feel almost cinematic.‎‎She paused for a moment near a small park, her eyes tracing the children running and laughing as parents called after them, a faint smile playing across her lips. For a brief instant, she felt removed from the weight of her responsibilities, the tension that had been coiled inside her chest for weeks loosening slightly. The wind tousled her hair, carrying with it the scent of roast

‎The dimly lit interior of the warehouse felt colder than usual, as though the very air sensed the fear swirling within its walls. Claire sat rigidly on the wooden chair, her wrists tied tightly behind her back, the rough rope biting into her skin each time she shifted. Her breathing was uneven—part fear, part exhaustion, part the heavy weight of worry pressing on her chest because of her unborn child.‎‎For a moment, silence lingered, broken only by the faint hum of machinery somewhere deep within the warehouse and the distant sound of muffled footsteps approaching. Claire parted her lips, wanting to speak, to plead again, or maybe to ask why this was happening to her, but before she could utter a word, the metal door swung open violently.‎‎Just when Claire wanted to talk, one of the bandits came rushing in. His face was pale, and sweat gathered at his brow despite the cool temperature.‎‎“Sir, seems like they've arrived,” he reported, his voice shaking noticeably. It wasn’t just

‎It was a gentle Sunday morning, the kind that wrapped itself softly around the city like a warm blanket laid over a half-asleep child. The skies were pale blue, brushed with thin stretches of clouds that looked as though they had been painted lazily with a feather. Sunlight filtered through Claire’s curtains, spilling inside in diffuse rays that made her small apartment glow faintly with tender warmth.‎‎Her bedroom smelled faintly of lavender—something from her pillow spray—and the quiet song of birds outside drifted in, weaving itself into the silence of the morning. The rain from last night had left the air perfectly crisp, with that comforting damp scent rising from the earth. Even the city, usually restless and loud, seemed to be in no hurry to wake up.‎‎Claire stirred under her light blanket, her eyes fluttering before fully opening. For a moment, she simply lay there, letting the soft sunlight kiss her face. Then she reached instinctively for her phone on the bedside table.