All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"I looked for freedom in my loneliness, but every attempt pulled me back to your powerful presence.”BARON’S POVThe sunlight was soft. It fell through the lace curtains, warm and golden, and I could hear someone humming in the kitchen. The air smelled like coffee and toasted bread.I blinked a few times and sat up on the bed, rubbing my eyes. The house was small, quiet, but filled with life. There was a plant near the window, half dying but still green. The sound of plates clinking reached me, and then the front door opened.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Ezreal said.He walked in, dressed in a white shirt and grey slacks. The ring on his left hand caught the light, glinting softly. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. That ring. It looked so right on him.He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes. “You forgot our anniversary again, didn’t you?”I laughed, embarrassed. “Maybe. Depends. What year are we pretending we’re on?”“Fifth,” he said, pretending to be serious. “Which means you

"He holds the key to my heart's secrets; those who dare to search for it may find only their own shadows in the dark.”EZREAL’S POVI didn’t know why I said all those things to him.Maybe I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t care, that the softness in his eyes didn’t shake something deep in me. That I hadn’t forgotten what I came here for.Revenge.Pain.Balance.Not him.But when he stood, when he turned to look at me with that quiet, broken gratitude, I felt everything inside me still.It was just us. No cult. No mafia. No blood. Just two boys who had grown into two men carrying the same wound.Baron walked toward me slowly, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he moved too fast.He stopped right in front of me, his voice low.“That day. Fifteen years ago. When I killed Ryan… what made you try to take the blame?”The question hit me like a blade.I scoffed, looking away. “It’s not your business.”I stood, wanting to leave, wanting to move, wanting the space I needed to keep bre

“How I longed to whisper sweet blasphemies into your ear, unraveling the tight grip of your restraint."EZREAL'S POVBaron stayed on my shoulder for a while. His body shook with sobs and all I could do was hold him close. I couldn't do anything else. Baron was a part of me. A small voice in my head reminded me that Baron was as much of a victim as I was. I was so hell bent on my revenge I didn't see that he suffered too. From a young age, Baron did things that he thought would please his father. He was the perfect kid. When I decided to take the blame for Ryan's death, I believed that we would get through it together because I knew that we couldn't run. They would find us and drag us back to face the law. But Baron had lied in that courtroom. We had agreed that he would say it was an act of self defense. But he didn't. He had said I attacked Ryan head on. Even though I hated the bastard, Ryan wasn't worth my time. I had been so angry that even when Baron had told me the reason, th

"I’d trade salvation for a moment with you, where our sins breathe life into forbidden dreams.”BARON’S POV.I lay on the bed beside Ezreal, chest rising and falling, my body still shaking in small waves of pleasure. I felt… full. Warm. Sated in a way I didn’t even know was possible. Like I had died, gone to heaven, and somehow came back just to lie here with him.My breathing slowed, but my heart didn’t. It kept beating fast, almost painfully fast, because he was right beside me. His skin touched mine. His scent mixed with mine. That alone made everything inside me feel steady again.Ezreal turned his head to look at me, and when our eyes met, something in my chest flipped. He leaned in first. I didn’t even think. My hand found his jaw, and our lips touched—slowly, softly, like we weren’t two messed-up men who had just fucked like our lives depended on it.He kissed me again, deeper this time, and my body melted into his. I wanted to stay like that forever.But he pulled back first

"His love, a fierce tide, pulls me in; do you really think you can swim against such an unyielding current?"EZREAL’S POVBaron walked beside me as we entered the estate, Vincent a few steps behind, Celeste trailing at the back like a shadow that refused to disappear. My irritation sharpened with every footstep echoing through the marble hall.Baron didn’t notice at first. He was scanning the house, tense, protective, alert. But then his eyes slid toward Celeste—and something in his expression flickered. Softened. Like he was trying to assess her. Maybe pity her. Maybe compare himself to whatever story he imagined existed between us.I hated that flicker. It made me want to take him in my arms and tell him that there was nothing going on. I hadn't seen the need to do anything before and I had let him assume that Celeste was my mistress but right now, seeing how tense and uncomfortable he was with her, I had to do something about it. I stopped walking so abruptly that Vincent’s shoes