All Chapters of Until She Was Theirs: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Theo’s POVPain dragged me back to consciousness.It wasn’t the sharp kind, the kind that screams, but a deep, pulsing throb at the back of my head that made every thought feel like it had to push through mud first. I groaned and tried to lift a hand to my skull.Nothing happened.Confusion cut through the fog. I tried again. Still nothing. That was when I realized I couldn’t move both my arms.My eyes snapped open.Concrete ceiling. Flickering bulb. A smell of rust and damp air that immediately put me on edge.“What the….”I shifted, and a sharp sting shot through my wrists. Rope. Tight. Rough. I hissed through my teeth and looked down.I was tied to a chair.My heart kicked hard against my ribs.“No, no, no,” I muttered, twisting instinctively, only to wince as the movement sent another wave of pain through my shoulders and the back of my head. Whatever hit me had been solid. Calculated.Then my gaze lifted.And landed on her.Lilith sat opposite me, bound to a chair just like I was

Lilith’s POVToday made it the fourth day.Fourth day of taking in stale air, perceiving the damp walls, and the same sickening smell of rust and sweat clinging to my skin no matter how much I shifted in the chair. Fourth day of not knowing if anyone was looking for me…..or if they were already too late.And the second day of sharing this hellhole with Theo.If hell existed, I was certain even if it had better room arrangements, than fixing me with this son of a bitch.Theo stirred beside me with a sharp groan, his body jerking as consciousness returned. The ropes bit into his wrists as he tried to move, and he let out a high-pitched whine that immediately grated on my nerves.“Oh my God,” he groaned. “My head….what the hell did he hit me with?”No one answered.“Hey!” he shouted, twisting against the chair. “You people are insane! You can’t keep me here. Do you know who I am?”I closed my eyes, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth.He kept going.“I swear when I get out of

Cassian’s POVThe hum of Nolan’s office had always felt somewhat comforting….controlled chaos, glass walls, muted voices, the low whir of machines that existed to obey. Today, it felt too quiet. Like the building itself knew something was wrong and was holding its breath.I stood by the window, arms folded, watching the city stretch endlessly below us. Cars crawled through traffic, people lived their lives, unaware that Lilith had been ripped out of ours like a vital organ. Every second she was gone felt like an insult the world was daring me to swallow.Behind me, Nolan adjusted his cufflinks for the third time in two minutes. A nervous habit. He hadn’t slept. Neither had I.“He is here,” Nolan said finally, breaking the silence.I turned as the door opened and a young man stepped in, clutching a laptop bag like it was armor. Mid-twenties, maybe younger. Sharp eyes behind rectangular glasses. The kind of guy who looked like he belonged behind a screen, not in the middle of whatever

Lilith’s POVThe sound of the gunshot didn’t echo. It ended everything.One second, Theo was breathing…..ragged, desperate, clinging to life with whatever strength he had left. The next, he wasn’t. His body jerked once, violently, and then went slack. His eyes stared past me, unfocused, empty.Gone.I didn’t scream.I think something inside me broke so completely that my body forgot how.The gun lowered slowly in Denzel’s hand. Smoke curled faintly from the barrel, disappearing into the stale air of the warehouse. He stared at Theo for a moment, almost curious, as if waiting to see whether death would reconsider.It didn’t.“Well,” Denzel said eventually, his voice calm, almost bored. “That answers that.”My ears rang. My chest burned like my lungs had been set on fire, yet I couldn’t draw in a full breath. Theo’s blood pooled beneath him, creeping outward across the concrete in thin, dark lines. I stared at his face.Theo….who had once loved me the wrong way, hurt me the wrong way,

Cassian’s POVThe moment Nolan ended the call, I just felt something wrong is going to happen.Not because of what he said….tightening security, increasing patrols, locking every possible entry point. That was expected. Necessary. But the air shifted immediately afterward, like the house itself inhaled sharply and forgot how to breathe.Then we heard it.The soft crackle of a vinyl record spinning to life.At first, my mind refused to register it. My body, however, reacted instantly….every muscle locking, every instinct screaming.The melody floated up the staircase, slow and familiar. Too familiar.Nolan and I turned to each other at the exact same time.That song.The one we used to play endlessly as kids, lying on the floor of a rundown apartment, dreaming about a future that didn’t include blood or guns or men like him. A song Denzel, Nolan and I loved. A song he claimed made him feel “nostalgic.”Fear crawled up my spine, cold and deliberate.“No,” I breathed under my breath.Lil