All Chapters of The Torn Vows : Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Rain continued to fall, slower now, softer — as if the storm itself was holding its breath.I stared at Gabriel, unable to move. His words hung in the air like smoke.She’s not working alone.“What does that mean?” I whispered. “Gabriel, what do you mean she’s not working alone?”He looked at me the way someone looks at a wound they caused — equal parts regret and terror.“Eve,” he said, voice low and rough, “you shouldn’t have come here. You shouldn’t have brought Sebastian.”Sebastian stepped closer, jaw set. “You’re going to have to start explaining, Grayson. Because right now, it looks like everyone’s been lying — you most of all.”Gabriel’s eyes flicked to him sharply. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”“I know enough,” Sebastian shot back. “Emily’s fake pregnancy, Marcus’s disappearance, that crash — everything leads back to you. So go ahead, tell us how deep this goes.”My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. “Gabriel,” I said, voice trembling, “what happened

The sirens were getting closer.Fast.Red and blue lights began to flicker faintly against the low-hanging fog, washing the street in colour. The smell of gunpowder mixed with rain and oil was thick in the air.I knelt beside Emily’s still body, numb. My fingers were slick with rain and blood, but I couldn’t make myself move. Couldn’t look away from Emily’s open eyes — glassy, unfocused, almost peaceful.“She’s gone,” I whispered.Gabriel crouched beside her, his breathing ragged. “Eve—”“She was trying to tell us something,” I said, voice shaking. “She said she didn’t finish it.”Sebastian staggered closer, holding his wounded arm. “Whatever she started, someone else just finished for her.” He looked toward the retreating glow of the SUV, barely visible through the mist. “And they’re cleaning up loose ends.”Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “We’re the next loose ends.”The sound of sirens grew louder — multiple vehicles now, engines revving as they turned into the street. Tyres splashing thr

The air inside the warehouse was colder than the rain — still, metallic, filled with the ghosts of things left unfinished.I moved through the dark, my flashlight slicing the air in trembling arcs. The smell of oil, dust, and old machinery clung to everything, like the bones of Gabriel’s family empire still refusing to die.“Sebastian,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my earpiece. “Talk to me.”Static crackled. Then his low voice:“South wing clear. Two heat signatures ahead — one moving, one still. Could be her and Gabriel.”“Her?” My pulse stumbled. “You mean Emily?”He hesitated. “You said she was dead right.”“She was,” I breathed. “She—she was.”The air seemed to tighten around me as I said it.I crept forward, every sound magnified — my own heartbeat, the soft click of my shoes against the wet floor. Then, faintly, beneath it all, I heard something.A lullaby.I froze. My throat closed up.Lila’s lullaby.The sound looped through the warehouse, distant and eerie, coming from a s