Lahat ng Kabanata ng Baine Family Love and War: Book 2 Finally My Own Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

**Samantha’s POV — Present Day**I count the miracle every night—the man who bought me is dead. But death is hollow here. It doesn’t protect me. Not from the auction, not from them, not from myself. The house waits like a predator, patient, inevitable. And I know—I *know*—they’ll come for me. Soon.I stare into the warped, rusted scrap of mirror they give me. My own eyes glare back, strangers behind their pain. My body is a battlefield, every scar a wound that refuses to heal. If I escape… who could love me? Who could even want me, broken and raw like this?Night presses against the cell walls, thick and suffocating. The guards will come soon, boots echoing like a drumbeat announcing doom. After that, I can reach out to the only people who still tether me to hope. I promised them a year ago—they would see the truth, all of it. Every piece of me that has been broken, stolen, violated. Especially Ava.She’s fragile, almost human again, but still haunted. I destroyed the vial before it c

**Samantha’s POV**I didn’t trust Elder Lee.Not fully.Trust was a luxury reserved for people who had never learned how easily it could be turned into a blade.Power lived here—thick, oppressive, pressing against my skin like a second atmosphere. It carried a scent: iron filings and dust, old stone and something faintly electrical, like the air before a storm breaks. You could taste it if you breathed too deeply. You could choke on it if you forgot where you were.Still… he had stopped Steven.That single act lodged itself beneath my ribs, cold and fragile as winter glass. Relief didn’t bloom—it seeped in slowly, cautiously, as if afraid to draw attention to itself. A pause. A breath held between heartbeats. The smallest thaw in a life that had been nothing but endless frost.Small victories were dangerous here. They made you careless.I forced myself to remember the rule that had kept me breathing when others vanished:Remember everything.Every raised voice.Every sudden

**Liza — POV**We *had* to figure out what those monsters did to Sam’s witch. Nothing about it made sense—witches aren’t supposed to be containable, not like that, not in the suffocating way Sam described. The longer I sat there waiting for Dominic to wake up, the heavier the dread pressed on my chest. Every minute we wasted was another minute she spent trapped in whatever nightmare cage they’d locked her in.Dream‑walking was the only way we could reach each other now—thanks to Samantha’s frantic guidance—but gods, forcing a werewolf into sleep? That was a battle all on its own. My potion knocked me out easily. Dominic, though? Stubborn as all hell. It took forever.So when he finally stirred awake, I didn’t even try to hide my impatience.“About time, old man,” I muttered, though the sting in my voice softened. “Come on. We need to go to my mother. Now. If we’re going to free Sam’s witch, we move fast.”He didn’t rise right away. His voice cracked, raw, already bracing for pain

Samantha’s POV“Liza!! LIIZZAAA!!”My scream tore through the dream‑cave like a blade scraping bone. The air tasted of cold stone and old nightmares. My voice echoed back at me—thin, broken, alone.I tried again, my throat raw, panic shredding me from the inside out.“Liza—please! I need you!”For a heartbeat, nothing.Then the shadows shifted—like a held breath finally released.“Samantha! I’m here! Are you hurt? We’ve been trying to reach you.”Her voice hit me like oxygen after drowning—pure, desperate relief. But the next thing she said stole the breath right back out of my lungs.“Sam… they’ve been giving you witch hazel in your tea. If you keep drinking it… your witch will die. Permanently.”My pulse slammed against my ribs.“How do you know that?”“Xena came to me. She showed me your witch—trapped. Caged.”Her voice wavered, tight and trembling, as if she were trying not to shatter.“Sam, Mom thinks the Council ran blood tests on all of you. They took you for a reason. They’re

Third person pov The darkness took Ava first—not gently, not all at once, but like a living thing that swallowed sound, shape, and certainty in jagged gulps.One heartbeat she was standing there, the corridor stretching ahead in sterile white and humming lights. The next, hands—too large, too strong, impossibly cold—closed around her body and dragged her backward into shadow.Her breath vanished in a sharp, panicked gasp.A palm clamped over her mouth, cutting off the scream before it could fully exist.“Mom—”The word died against skin and pressure. Her voice became a trapped thing, swallowed whole.The corridor warped around her as she was hauled away, the overhead lights blurring into streaks of sickly fluorescence. Ava’s small heart slammed against her ribs, frantic and wild, as if it knew—some deep, ancient part of her knew—that this moment mattered. That something irreversible had just begun.“Shh.”The voice came close to her ear, low and sharp, not soothing but effic