All Chapters of Born to shine: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

🍃 Arria POV He did not move. “Come on. Give it to me,” I urged him. “Why?” He sounded unconvinced. “It is already mine, right?” I asked instead of answering him. “Yes.” But again, he did not move. “Fenrir?” “Hmm?” “Where is it?” I tried again. I hoped he had not decided to throw it away. “In the bedroom.” I almost exhaled in relief. I slipped my hand into his big one and pulled him to his feet. He followed my lead, and I guided us up to the second floor and toward our room. “Okay, we are here,” I stated, looking around as if it would appear just because I willed it to. It did not. Of course. “So?” I pressed again. “So you feel guilty,” he said. “And a little curious, obviously. If I give it to you, your curiosity will be satisfied, and then you will return to being guilty. Bothered. Thinking about how to repay it. That is exactly why I did not give it to you in the first place.” I turned fully to him, slipped my hands around his waist, and pulled the sweetest smi

🌘 Fenrir POV The next morning. “The search squads are called off,” Greg informed us. “The reward is canceled too.” Aron had done what he had warned us he would do. Vaerion was expecting us. “Release the rumor that the king has a lead on the real queen,” I said. “But he is afraid of a mass riot, so he plans to act quietly and from the shadows.” “That will make everyone believe there are already many people ready to turn their backs on the king,” Stone thought out loud. “It will make them braver. More willing to act on their beliefs instead of simply following orders.” I said nothing. There was no need to. Greg confirmed with a nod that he had taken the task, so I continued. “The delegate names you offered.” I pulled the list from the folder. “I confirm Valentina, Adam, and Branco. Avalon—no. He is needed here. We are taking Krum instead.” Greg stiffened. “If we put Krum in the light, we can’t ever send him back undercover,” he said, obviously not pleased. “He is one of the

I stayed still for a few more breaths.Then I finally forced myself to move.I rose from the sofa, keeping Arria against me, and lifted her into my arms before she could even think of stepping on the floor.She looked down.Glass covered half the room.Small, shining pieces scattered across the carpet, the wooden floor, the table, even the edge of the sofa.“Oh,” she said.“Yes. Oh.”Her lips pressed together.Not from fear.From trying not to smile.I started walking.“My notebook is in the bedroom.”I said nothing.Just kept walking until we reached the bed. Only then did I set her down.She gave me a look.I gave it back.She sighed and leaned over the side table, pulling open the lower drawer. From beneath two books and a folded scarf, she took out a small notebook.I picked her up again.“Fenrir.”“There is still glass downstairs.”“In the living room?”“No. But there is a staircase, and I am not done being angry.”She blinked, unsure how to react.When we reached the front door,

Apparently, it was time to put Fenrir’s advice into use.After that day, when he told me I would have to break Greg’s sequences instead of waiting for an opening, I had been seriously analysing how to do it.And I had come to the conclusion that there was only one possible way.But first, I would try my luck and see if I could catch him off guard.Greg attacked.The first strike came from the right.I ducked.The second came lower.I stepped back.Then his weight shifted onto his left hip.That was what I had been waiting for—a side kick.Instead of retreating, I moved in.Sideways.Wrong direction for survival.Right direction for surprise.His leg cut toward me, but I blocked from an angle he had not expected and used the force of his own strike to push his balance off center.At the same time, I drove my elbow toward him.For one impossible heartbeat, I thought I had him.I did not.He stepped back just enough and twisted his body away from my strike before it could land.I glared

🍃 Arria POV I saw the pile of folders awaiting Fenrir’s review and signature while he was carrying me upstairs. So, after taking a bath, I went downstairs to help him with the paperwork. He was hunched over the kitchen table, working. It was obvious he was uncomfortable there, but he kept doing it anyway. I did not need to ask why—he had started coming the day after I told him his office did not have enough space for both of us and that I would be working from here. It warmed my heart to know he preferred my presence over the comfort of his own working space, but it could not go on like this any longer. I stepped behind the chair he was sitting on and slipped my hands around his neck and over his chest. “We should think of another way,” I told him. “The table is not suitable for someone as big as you.” He signed the page he was reading, put everything down, and placed his warm palms over my arms. “It took you a whole week to take pity on me,” he said matter-of-factly. I sti