Semua Bab Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"With every glance, he claims a fragment of my heart; approach with caution, for he is the keeper of my soul.” Baron's POV My head throbbed like someone had driven a nail through it. My vision blurred as I slowly opened my eyes, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got there. All I knew was that my wrists ached and something rough and tight cut into my skin. When my sight finally cleared, I realized I wasn’t in my room anymore. The walls here were damp, cracked, and dark. The air smelled of rust, and it seemed that something was rotting in a corner. My hands were tied to the arms of a chair, my legs bound too. I tugged once, twice—nothing. The rope didn’t budge. Panic clawed its way up my throat. Then I heard footsteps. The man emerged from the shadows, dressed in black, a hood covering his face. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. When he came close enough, he crouched in front of me, and with one slow movement, he pulled the

"His name is etched on the core of my being; understand that touching my essence means trespassing on sacred ground.”Ezreal’s POVThe sound behind me was small and I froze.My hand twitched toward the gun at my waist just as the voice followed. “Don’t move.”I turned slowly.One of the hired assassins stood there, gun raised. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling. The kind of man who’d already decided he wasn’t walking out alive.Whatever possessed him to think he had a chance, even when the others had picked their side… My side.I sighed. “You’re making a mistake.”He swallowed hard. “He said you’d say that.”“He?”The bastard that held a gun to Baron's head. The guy stood there, one arm tense, his gun pressed against Baron’s skull. Baron’s eyes were wide, trembling. Sweat mixed with the blood on his cheek, dripping down his neck. He looked like he’d break if I so much as blinked too loud.He had a faint scar cutting through his jawline, but there was something familiar in t

“By the very threads of destiny, he weaves my existence. Those who seek to unravel our bond are fighting fate itself." EZREAL’S POVVincent was already waiting by the door when I pulled in. The headlights cut across his face, tight jaw, restless eyes. He’d been pacing.He froze when he saw what I carried.“Boss—”“Don’t.” My voice came out low, sharp. “Don’t touch him.”He stepped back immediately, hands up, understanding the line. I walked past him, boots heavy on the marble. Baron’s weight was dead against me, his blood soaking through the fabric. He hadn’t woken up once on the drive.“Call Dr. Halden,” I said without looking at him. “Now.”Vincent didn’t ask why. He just ran.The guards watched in silence as I climbed the stairs. Their eyes followed me but none dared to speak. They knew better.The room was dark when I entered. I laid Baron down on the bed, careful, though I hated that I was. His skin was cold and pale, his shirt stiff with dried blood.My hand hovered over him fo

"In the maze of my soul, I built walls that couldn’t hold back the love I feel for you.”BARON’S POVThe first thing I felt was pain.A deep, pulsing ache that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.My eyelids were heavy—the kind of heavy that comes after nightmares you can’t quite wake from. I forced them open, squinting against the dim light bleeding through the curtains. The room was unfamiliar, clean, sterile almost—but it reeked faintly of smoke and iron.Not the church. Not the warehouse that I was held captive.The air was still and heavy. A silence that didn’t feel natural—it felt watched.I turned my head, and the motion made me groan. Every muscle protested. Bandages wrapped around my ribs. My shoulder burned. My mouth was dry, my tongue thick.And then it hit me.Ezreal.The gunfire.Allen’s scream.Blood.I tried to sit up, but the pain stopped me cold. The sheets beneath me were dark silk, unfamiliar, expensive. I recognized the faint cologne that lingered in

"Filled with sadness, I wrote our story, knowing that even in the darkest times, your love once brought light into my life…Maybe it will, yet again.”Baron’s POVThe chapel was quiet again. The candles burned low, their wax pooling like spilled tears across the altar. I had been kneeling there long enough for my knees to ache, for my thoughts to circle back to the same impossible prayer.That he would let me go.I pressed my palms together harder, as though that would make God listen. But no answer came. Only the echo of my own breathing, and the faint rustle of rain outside the stained-glass windows.Two days gone. Two days missing from my own life.I rose slowly, the stiffness in my body reminding me that I was still bruised, still healing. I didn’t let myself look in the mirror as I dressed, the priest’s robe felt heavier than usual, like a punishment. I prayed, silently this time, that no one had noticed my absence.But luck, I’ve learned, is never kind to me.As I stepped into th