Lahat ng Kabanata ng Veil Of A Secret Vow: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The boardroom of Vale Corporation was exactly what Elyra expected.Large.Elegant.And intimidating.The long glass table stretched across the center of the room, surrounded by several high-backed chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, making the space feel both powerful and distant.When Elyra entered behind Zevarion, several members of the board were already seated.Conversations stopped instantly.Every gaze turned toward Zevarion.“Mr. Vale,” one of the older men greeted respectfully.Zevarion gave a brief nod and walked toward the head of the table. Elyra quietly took a seat a little farther down, exactly where he had indicated earlier.She could immediately feel the curious looks.Some were polite.Some were confused.And a few… clearly suspicious.One woman sitting across from Elyra leaned slightly toward another member and whispered something.Elyra pretended not to notice.Zevarion opened a file in front of him.“Let’s begin.”His voice was calm, but th

The engine roared to life as Zevarion pulled the car out of the parking lot.Elyra fastened her seatbelt quickly, her pulse already rising.“Do we know where Marcus is going?” she asked.Zevarion glanced at his phone.“I’ve asked the security team to track his last signal.”“That means he turned it off, right?”“Most likely.”Elyra exhaled.“That makes this even more suspicious.”Zevarion didn’t reply.His focus was already on the road ahead.The city moved quickly around them...cars, signals, people but inside the vehicle, everything felt sharper. More intense.A message notification flashed on Zevarion’s phone.He glanced at it briefly.“Location pinged,” he said.“Where?”“Near the old dockyard.”Elyra frowned.“That area is almost abandoned.”“Yes.”“Which means he doesn’t want to be seen.”“Exactly.”Silence fell between them again.But this silence was different.Not calm.Not thoughtful.This one carried urgency.Elyra tightened her grip on the seatbelt.“Zevarion…”“Yes?”“If

Morning at the Vale estate felt… different.Not louder. Not quieter.Just heavier.Elyra woke earlier than usual, though she barely remembered falling asleep. The events from the previous night lingered in her mind like a dull ache unresolved, uncomfortable.She stood by the mirror for a moment, adjusting her sleeve, staring at her own reflection.“You’re part of his investigation.”The words echoed again.She exhaled slowly and looked away.No… it’s not that simple.At least, she hoped it wasn’t.Downstairs, the dining hall was already set.Zevarion was there.Of course he was.He sat in his usual place, composed as always, a cup of coffee in front of him and a tablet in his hand.For a second, Elyra considered turning back.But she didn’t.Instead, she walked in.“Good morning,” she said.Her tone was polite.Too polite.Zevarion looked up.“Morning.”A brief pause.She took her seat across from him.The distance between them suddenly felt… noticeable.A staff member placed breakfas

The next morning didn’t feel like a fresh start.It felt like a continuation.Of tension.Of questions.Of something quietly changing between them........Elyra stepped into the dining hall, expecting the same distance as yesterday.But Zevarion was already there.And this time, he wasn’t looking at his tablet.He was waiting.She noticed it immediately.A small pause in her steps.Then she walked in anyway.“Good morning,” she said.“Morning.”His tone was the same.Calm.Controlled.But his eyes didn’t leave her this time.Elyra sat down across from him.The staff placed breakfast, then left.Silence followed.But not the uncomfortable kind.Just… careful.Zevarion spoke first.“You have a meeting with the finance team today.”Elyra blinked slightly.“I do?”“You do now.”She raised an eyebrow.“Is this another ‘you work for the company today’ situation?”A faint hint of something touched his expression.“Yes.”Elyra sighed lightly.“You really don’t like giving me free time.”“You

The night didn’t give Elyra much rest. She turned more than she slept, thoughts slipping in and out like unfinished conversations. Every time she closed her eyes, something replayed—the dockyard, Marcus’s warning, Zevarion’s honesty… and that quiet moment on the couch. You didn’t step away. Neither had he. By morning, her mind felt heavier than her body. The office felt sharper that day. More alert. More watched. Elyra noticed it the moment she stepped in. Security was tighter. Conversations lowered when she passed. Even the air felt different. Something had shifted. And she wasn’t the only one who felt it. She found Zevarion in his office, standing by the window, phone in hand. “You noticed it too,” she said. He turned. “Yes.” “Something’s off.” “Yes.” Elyra walked further inside. “That’s not reassuring.” “It’s not meant to be.” She folded her arms. “Is this about Marcus?” “Partly.” “And the rest?” Zevarion placed his phone on the des