All Chapters of Healing with the monster : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bass was a physical weight. It throbbed in the floorboards of the off-campus apartment, vibrating through the soles of my sneakers and settling in my ribs. I hated it."Elara, stop looking at your phone! Your parents aren't going to call fire and brimstone down on you before midnight," Emma shouted over the music, her laughter bright and infectious. She looked beautiful—full of life, her braids swinging as she danced.I tried to smile, but my hand instinctively went to my phone in my pocket. "You know how my father is, Emma. If I’m not back by eleven, the 'Godly' lectures start at five a.m.""Relax, babe," a new voice joined us. Dyna stepped out of the shadows of the hallway. She wasn't dancing. She was holding two plastic cups, the red liquid inside sloshing against the rim. "It’s the end of the semester. Even a minister’s daughter deserves one night of freedom."Dyna handed me one of the cups. Her eyes were fixed on mine, steady and unblinking."I don't know, Dyna..." I hesitate

Five Years Later...The scent of antiseptic usually made my stomach turn, a haunting reminder of the night I lost everything. But today, the sterile smell of the hospital was the only thing keeping me grounded."Mommy, can we go home now?"I looked down at Leo. At four years old, he was the only beautiful thing to come out of my wreckage. He had my curls, but his eyes... his eyes were a piercing, stormy grey that I only saw in my nightmares. Every time he looked at me, I saw the ghost of the man from the party."Soon, baby," I whispered, smoothing his hair. "We just have to wait for Dr. Julian."Leo was born with a heart defect—a literal broken heart. It was a cruel irony, considering mine had been shattered long before he was even a breath in my womb.The door opened, and Julian walked in. If there was an angel on earth, it was him. He was the opposite of every man I’d ever known: kind, transparent, and gentle. He was the one who had seen me—a disgraced, disowned single mother workin

The silence in Josh De Luca’s office was heavy, smelling of old leather, expensive scotch, and the faint, haunting scent of cedarwood that had lived in my nightmares for five years.Standing face-to-face with Josh was like staring into a mirror of my own ruin. While Julian was all soft edges and healing hands, Josh was a jagged blade. He stood by the window, the moonlight catching the heavy silver watch on his wrist—the same watch that had been the last thing I saw before the world went black at that party so long ago."A ghost," Josh repeated, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate the floorboards. He finally turned, his gaze raking over my midnight blue dress with a slow, predatory intensity. "I thought you’d be halfway across the world by now, Elara. Or at the bottom of the ocean. You always were too stubborn to stay buried.""Josh! Enough!" Julian stepped between us, his face flushed with a rare, burning anger. "What kind of way is that to speak to a guest? This

The medical room was nothing more than a concrete box tucked into the furthest corner of the warehouse. It smelled of ozone, old grease, and the sharp, clinical sting of antiseptic that felt out of place in such a filthy setting.My hands were still bound with zip-ties, the plastic biting into my skin until my fingers felt numb, but I didn't care. I scrambled across the floor on my knees, my breath hitching as I reached the portable cot in the center of the room."Leo!" My voice was a broken rasp.My son looked so small. At four years old, he should have been running, skinning his knees, and laughing at the world. Instead, he lay there, his skin the color of parched parchment, a plastic oxygen mask fogging with every shallow, rattling breath he took."He’s stable, Elara. But the clock is ticking against us."Julian emerged from the shadows near a stack of rusted crates. He had stripped off his expensive suit jacket, his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and stained with someth

The drive from the hospital to the De Luca estate was a blur of rain and silence. I sat in the back of the sleek black sedan, my hands folded tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking. Beside me, Julian was a shadow, his face illuminated only by the passing streetlights. He wasn't looking at me; he was scrolling through his tablet, likely calculating the cost of my soul.The car pulled through a set of massive iron gates that looked like the teeth of a beast. The manor was a sprawling, gothic monstrosity of stone and ivy, standing tall against the stormy sky. It didn't look like a home. It looked like a fortress."Get out," Julian said, his voice cold as he stepped out of the car.I followed him into the grand foyer. The floors were marble, the ceilings were vaulted, and the air smelled of beeswax and old money. A housekeeper in a stiff uniform appeared, taking Julian’s coat without a word."Show her to the West Wing," Julian commanded, heading toward a set of double oak doors. "And