Semua Bab Vengeance of the Fallen Heir: From Cell to CEO: Bab 131 - Bab 138

~~ETHAN WILDER~~Months had slipped by like water through fingers, slow and quiet in a way none of us had dared to hope for. The estate garden had become our little sanctuary not the cold fortress it used to feel like, but something warmer, lived-in. Jasmine climbed the old stone walls, and someone (probably Freckles) had strung fairy lights through the branches of the big oak tree. They glowed soft gold against the evening sky, turning the whole place into something out of a dream we didn’t deserve.A small group had gathered. Not a crowd, never a crowd. Just the ones who had bled with us. Damian sat in a cushioned chair near the fountain, looking more like himself than he had in years, still scarred, still watchful, but the circle under his eyes had faded. My father, Marcus, was beside him, clearer now. The new doctors and the quiet routines had brought pieces of him back. Not the whole man, but enough that he could laugh at one of Damian’s old stories and mean it.Freckles lean

~~ALINA WILDER~~Weeks had passed since Sarah showed up at our gate with that tiny bundle in her arms. Life had slowly started to feel… normal. Or at least, our version of it.I was in the nursery, humming softly as I rocked Elara to sleep. She was such a quiet baby, barely fussing even when she was hungry. Her little fingers curled around my thumb as I fed her, and every time she looked up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, my heart squeezed. I changed her, bathed her, sang the silly lullabies my father used to sing to me. Ethan had gone to the office for the first time in days ; something about finalizing the dissolution of the last Phoenix holdings. He hated leaving us, but I’d practically pushed him out the door.“Mommy’s got you,” I whispered to Elara as I laid her down in the crib. The word slipped out so naturally now. We hadn’t officially adopted her yet, but in every way that mattered, she was ours. Sarah’s promise to come back for her felt further away with each passing

~~LICAS WILDER~~I hated how much I noticed her.Elara Johnson-Wilder walked through the world like she was daring it to try her. Head high, shoulders back, that sharp tongue ready to cut anyone who looked at her wrong. Especially me. We’d been at each other’s throats since we were kids, but lately.. it felt different. Dangerous.Tonight was one of those nights where the house felt too small.. Mom and Dad had gone to bed. Elara had disappeared into the garden after dinner like she always did when her head was loud. I told myself I was just checking on her. That was all.I found her sitting on the old stone bench under the oak tree, knees pulled to her chest, fairy lights glowing soft above her. She looked small there. Not the fierce girl who argued with me in the hallways every day. Just… Elara.I walked over without thinking. My heart was already hammering like I’d run sprints.“You’re going to freeze out here,” I said, stopping a few feet away.She didn’t look up. “Then go back

~~LUCAS WILDER~~The fight started over something stupid. At least, that’s what I told myself later.It was Friday evening. The whole house smelled like mum’s favorite roast chicken with fries. Elara and I were supposed to be helping set the table, but things had felt off between us all day. Ever since the debate hall and Kai’s invitation, she had been distant. Short replies to my texts. Avoiding my eyes in the cafeteria. I finally caught her alone in the hallway near the dining room while Mom and Dad were still busy in the kitchen.“You’re actually thinking about going to Kai’s party, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my voice low.Elara crossed her arms. That stubborn look I knew so well settled on her face. “Maybe. Why? It’s not like I have anything better to do this weekend.”Her words hit me hard. I stepped closer. “Because we said we’d be careful. Because every time you smile at him, it feels like you’re rubbing it in my face that I can’t do the same thing.”She gave a sharp little