All Chapters of Capitulate Into Sinful Desires : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adrian’s POVThe scream reached me before the gunshot did. For a second, my mind refused to understand what I was hearing. The underground passage was too quiet and too empty. The only sounds before that moment had been my own footsteps against the wet ground, my breathing, and the occasional dripping water echoing somewhere inside the darkness, then a woman screamed. Not just any scream, a scream filled with fear. A scream that sounded like someone who knew nobody was coming to save her. My entire body froze. And then the gunshot followed. The sound exploded through the narrow passage, bouncing against the walls until it sounded like there were several guns firing at once.My hand tightened around my phone. No. I knew that voice. I knew that scream.“Elara…” Her name left my lips before I even realized I had spoken. A cold feeling crawled through my chest. Then I started running. I didn't care about the darkness anymore. I didn't care about the smell coming from the underground tunne

Elara’s POV“Now,” he whispered, “let's talk about who actually walked away from that accident.”I stared at the photograph in his hand. For several seconds, I couldn't even breathe.There were three people standing beside the wreckage of the car. My mother, Adrian's father. And—My eyes moved to the third person. I knew him. I had seen that face before. Not in a photograph, neither a dream. But in my childhood.My lips parted. “Mr. Baron…”Adrian looked at me sharply. “What?”I pointed at the photograph with a trembling finger. “That’s him.”The older man's smile disappeared. “You recognize him?”I nodded slowly. “Reverend Donald mentioned his name. Adrian mentioned him too. He was your father's driver.”Adrian stepped closer. “Let me see that.”The man pulled the photograph away. “No.”Adrian's expression hardened. “Give me the damn picture.”The man clicked his tongue. “You've spent years looking for the wrong answers, Adrian. One photograph won't suddenly make you understand everyt

Elara’s POVI didn't look back. Not even once. My feet carried me through the narrow passage of the underground tunnel, slipping over the damp ground as I tried to put as much distance as possible between myself and the voices behind me. I could still hear them. Helen's voice, Adrian's, Reverend Donald's, the chairman's and the words that had been thrown at me like stones.'You should stop pretending.' 'I know you are awake.' 'Marcus.' 'He killed Selena.' 'Your father is alive.' 'Your mother is alive.'....Every answer I had found seemed to create another question. I was tired. Not physically, something inside me had simply reached its limit.I looked around the dark place. Then climbed towards the opening of the tunnel, pushing the heavy metal cover aside with both hands. Fresh air struck my face. I dragged myself out and sat on the muddy ground for several seconds, breathing heavily.The sky was beginning to brighten. Morning. I almost laughed. The world had the audacity to continue

Adrian’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into the coffee shop was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. It was the kind of silence that came after something had already been destroyed, but nobody had gathered enough courage to look at the damage.Helen was sitting across from the man who had just revealed himself as Baron. Elara’s father. The same man everyone believed had died years ago. The same man whose existence had been hidden behind years of secrets, lies, and unanswered questions. And the same man who looked at me with the exact same shock I felt when our eyes met.For a moment, neither of us moved. I had spent my entire life believing that the past was something buried. Something finished, something that couldn't reach me anymore. But standing there, looking at Baron, I realized I had been wrong. The past wasn't buried. It had been waiting. Waiting for the right moment to destroy everything I thought I knew.Helen slowly turned towards me. Her eyes widened. "Adrian

Adrian's POV “According to the figures from the last quarter, if we redirect thirty percent of our investment towards the European market, we should see a significant increase in—” Helen paused. She looked down at the tablet in her hands, scrolled once, then looked up at the people sitting around the long conference table. “—in revenue within the next two quarters.” One of the directors nodded. Another began writing something down. I stared at Helen, not because her presentation was bad. It was actually good, very good. The problem was that I had stopped listening to the business part of it. Instead, I was listening to her choice of words. Redirect, protect, give them another chance, don't abandon something simply because it failed once. I don't know how long I had been staring at her before she noticed. “Mr. Martinez?” I blinked. The boardroom came back into focus. Helen was staring at me. Around her, several other board members were waiting. I cleared my throat. “Yes?”