Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Married My Mate's Enemy : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lana’s POV The descent into the third vault chamber felt like entering a throat carved into the world’s oldest stone. The air grew thinner, colder. The steps were narrow, uneven, and so steep that our torches angled downward like falling comets. Kael kept glancing over his shoulder as if expecting the stone to shift behind us. Mara walked with a slight limp—she insisted she was fine, but the previous chamber had drained her more than she admitted. Dren muttered under his breath with each stair, counting them like the numbers might keep him sane. Warren said nothing. Bastion kept scanning the walls as though trying to match memory with reality.The stairwell finally opened into a circular room with walls polished to a mirror-like sheen. I saw our reflections in every direction—distorted, elongated, compressed, multiplied. My own face stared back at me in hundreds of warped angles. It was disorienting. I gripped the shard instinctively.Kael whispered, “I don’t like this.”“No one doe

Lana’s POVThe cavern dimmed to its natural lull after the echo of my mother dissolved. The air felt heavier now, dense with a truth I was never meant to learn this way. The others remained silent as we moved back toward the stairwell landing—each of them thinking, calculating, probably questioning the same thing I was.Someone had survived the day she died. Someone who never came forward. Someone who could’ve shaped the whole path I walked.As we climbed the last few steps back to the main landing, Dren finally burst.“Okay, no—no one is gonna keep quiet right now. Someone survived? Someone who knows things? Someone who could’ve told Lana ages ago?”Kael shot him a look. “Dren.”“No, he’s right,” Mara said quietly. “This changes everything.”Warren folded his arms. “Before we jump to conclusions, we need to consider what kind of imprint that was. Echoes can distort intent.”“It wasn’t distorted,” I said. “She meant it.”Kael angled his body to face me. “Lana. If someone survived… she

Lana’s POV The climb back toward the upper corridors should have felt like relief, but the weight of what the Basin revealed pressed heavier with every step. No one spoke for a while. Even Dren, who normally filled any silence with nervous commentary, walked with his head lowered, hands shoved deep into his pockets.Warren took the lead, scanning every turn, every shadow. His posture carried a sharpened alertness now—like he expected someone to step out of the stone.Kael stayed at my side, close enough that our shoulders brushed occasionally, but not so close he overshadowed me. He was good at that—standing near without crowding.Halfway up the second incline, Mara finally broke the quiet.“So,” she said, adjusting the strap of her satchel, “we’re certain it was Thalen?”Bastion didn’t answer immediately. He took a few more steps, thinking carefully.“He’s the only logical candidate,” he finally said. “The memory seal was crafted with Keeper precision, and only a senior Keeper from

 Lana’s POV The storm deepened until the valley felt like the hollow center of a lung, the wind inhaling and exhaling with a slow, shuddering rhythm. Down below, the storm conductor pulsed again—its central coil expanding and contracting like something alive beneath metal veins. Kael crouched beside me behind the ledge, mapping the ravine floor with his eyes. Arin hovered just behind him, shifting her weight anxiously from foot to foot. “We need to understand the pattern,” Kael murmured. “Every piece of machinery has one—even this.” Arin swallowed. “It’s not fully mechanical. The core responds to emotion. That’s why the arrangement of people matters. They’re feeding it in sequence.” “That sequence is what we break,” he said. I scanned the lantern clusters again. Each part

 Lana’s POV  The corridor sloped downward, carved from a darker stone than the rest of the citadel. It wasn’t just the absence of torchlight that made it unsettling — it was the silence. Even our footsteps felt swallowed, absorbed before they could bounce back. Kael brushed his fingers across the wall. “It’s built with dampeners. Someone didn’t want sound escaping this level.” “Or didn’t want sound entering,” I replied. “History like this usually hides things beneath things.” He gave me a look. “You’re doing that cryptic-learning-to-be-wise statement again.” “It’s better than your dramatic pausing.” “I don’t pause dramatically—” “You literally do.” Hi