Todos os capítulos de Beautiful Torture: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 25

They rebuilt you.The words did not make sense at first.Lucas stared at Mrs. Vale, waiting for her to take them back, waiting for the room to return to something he could understand. But she only stood near the doorway with that cold face, and the truth sat between them like another weapon.Noah looked sick. Adrian looked worse.Lucas gripped the payment record until the paper bent in his fist. “What does that mean?”Mrs. Vale’s eyes moved to his ribs. “It means the boy who left the fire did not become Lucas Bennett by chance.”Adrian stepped forward. “Stop.”Lucas turned on him. “No. You stop. You have stopped every answer before it reached me. Not this one.”Adrian froze.Mrs. Vale smiled a little. “He was small when they took him. Afraid. Half-conscious from smoke. The first plan was simple. Make the child disappear. Dead children do not ask questions.”Noah cursed under his breath. “You monster.”“I am not the one who ordered it,” she said.Lucas felt the scar under his ribs puls

Pain pulled Lucas under before he could fight it.One moment, Adrian’s arms were around him. The next, the clinic lights stretched into white lines, and every sound became far away. Noah was shouting. Marcus was ordering the doors locked. Somewhere, the technician cried that the system was still connected.Lucas heard none of it clearly.The beep inside him became louder than all their voices.It was not just a sound anymore. It felt like a hand inside his ribs, pressing, turning, reminding his body that it had never fully belonged to him.Adrian lowered him to the floor. “Lucas, stay with me.”Lucas wanted to laugh, but the pain swallowed it.Lucas.That name was soft in Adrian’s mouth, careful and almost desperate. But beneath it, another name opened like a wound.Elias.A white room flashed behind his eyes. A thin boy curled beside a wall. Small fingers pushed under a door and touched his.“Do not forget,” the boy whispered.Lucas gasped.“Milo,” he breathed.Adrian froze above him

The words on the car screen stayed there even after Marcus killed the display.Bring him, or we wake Milo.Lucas stared at the black screen, but he could still see the white letters burned into it. His body had stopped shaking, yet the fear had not left. It had only changed shape.Milo.The name sat inside him like a hand reaching through a wall.Noah looked at Lucas, then at Adrian. “Whoever sent that knows the files copied.”Marcus drove faster through the rain. “They also know our car system. I am switching routes.”Adrian’s voice was cold. “Do it.”Lucas turned slowly. “Do not speak over me like I am not here.”Adrian looked at him. “You are barely conscious.”“I am conscious enough to know that message was for me.”“It was a trap.”“It was Milo.”No one answered.That silence made Lucas’s chest tighten. He touched the coat where Daniel’s photograph rested. His father had left proof. The proof had led to Facility N-17. Facility N-17 had led to Milo. Every answer opened another wou