All Chapters of Breaking Cairos Veylan: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISOLDE POV They say mothers are strong women.That their strength isn’t the kind that shouts, but the kind that carries worlds quietly on tired shoulders.That if love ever took a human shape, it would probably look like a mother.I never really understood that.And maybe I never will.Because I never had one.By the time I was six, I was already learning how to pack my life into a small bag and move from one foster home to another. New house. New rules. New people pretending they cared just long enough to get through dinner.No one asked who I was.Truth is, I didn’t know either.No last name that meant anything. No stories about where I came from. No family pictures tucked into dusty albums. Just files in an office somewhere and a kid who learned early that belonging was a luxury I couldn't afford.So I stopped expecting it.I grew up the only way I knew how…alone.I walked my own road. Worked jobs no kid should have to work just to keep myself afloat. Learned how to fix broken la

ISOLDE POV“Strangers aren’t welcome around here once it’s past nine,” he said, voice cold and measured, like ice sliding over steel.“Excuse me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended, my fists still clenched at my sides.He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Strangers aren’t welcomed here once it’s past nine, Miss. I’d have to ask you to leave.”My blood boiled instantly.Here he was… the same man who had hurt Alara, the same man who had put my sister in the hospital. I could feel it in my gut that he was the one. And yet, my silly self couldn’t ignore the way he looked.He was… perfect.A dangerous kind of perfection.Like someone had taken marble and carved him with deliberate care…. high cheekbones, strong jaw, and eyes that could pierce through steel. His hair was dark, meticulously kept, and his presence alone made the night feel smaller, like the air around him bent to his will.But that perfection wasn’t comforting.It was a warning.Every line of him screamed dang

ISOLDE POV“Who are you,” he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous, “and why are you asking for Blackthorn Lane?”I just stared at him, swallowing hard. I couldn’t let him see how much I hated him. How much fear and anger churned in me.I forced myself to stand, forcing a smile that felt unnatural. My hand stretched out, tentative.“My name is… Isolde Callen,” I said, my voice steady even if my hands trembled. “I… uh.. thought we could.. ” I trailed off, swallowing again.He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even acknowledge my hand. Just stared at me with those cold, piercing eyes.“I asked,” he repeated, voice sharp as a blade, “who are you, what do you want in Ravenmoor, and why are you looking for Blackthorn Lane?”I swallowed hard, fumbling in my bag. My fingers found my business card, and I shoved it toward him. “I’m… an investor,” I said, trying to sound confident.He took the card, studied it, and raised a brow. “Novotek?”“Yeah… Novotek,” I said quickly.“Why would a tech company

ISOLDE POVWhat the hell was that? My hand stayed pressed to my chest as I stared outside, trying to catch my breath. Where had all those birds come from? My heart still thumped like it was trying to escape my ribs.I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. I step back into the house carefully, my eyes scanning every corner.The first thing that caught me was the chandelier hanging in the main hall. It was Enormous. Crystal pieces fractured the dim light into tiny rainbows. Dust clung stubbornly to its edges, like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.On the far wall, a painting caught my attention making me stop. A white wolf stood beneath a full moon, its eyes glowing faintly, almost eerily, in the muted light. It sent a chill down my spine and yet I couldn’t look away.Then a sudden scream echoed from somewhere inside the house. I jumped, flinching, but shook it off…. it was probably just the old house settling. Dust filled my nose as I carefully skirted around a couch draped in white c

ISOLDE POVARGHHHHH! I screamed hitting the floor hard.My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. What the hell is he doing up there? How did he even get there?Cairos was knocking on the window, staring at me with my mouth wide open.“Open the door,” he mouthed.I sat there, frozen, staring at the idiot dangling outside my window. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was trying to give me a heart attack. He’s definitely out to kill me…Then suddenly… He wrote on the dusty glassOpen the door.I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Slowly, I dragged my trembling feet toward the door. My body was still shaking.I went down the stairs carefully, my hands gripping the railing. Finally, I reached the front door and opened it.There he was. Standing in the rain. Wet hair plastered to his face. Wet shirt clinging to his chest, showing off… damn it, his abs….I swallowed hard. This man is insanely attractive.I slapped myself across the cheek, forcing myself to think straight.