All Chapters of Capitulate Into Sinful Desires : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter Eighty

Elara's POV"...Adrian?" His name slipped from my lips before I could stop it. The room became so quiet that I could hear the ticking of the old clock hanging above the counseling room door.Marcus slowly released my hand.Neither of us moved. Adrian stood by the entrance, one hand still resting on the doorknob. His breathing was uneven, as though he had rushed here without stopping. Rainwater still clung to the shoulders of his dark coat. His hair wetted. Not from his hair moisturizer, but from the drizzle of rain outside.His eyes... They weren't looking at my face. They were staring at our hands. I quickly pulled mine away. "Adrian..."He finally lifted his gaze to me. "I called." His voice was calm, almost too calm that I felt the cold outside."I know." I whispered loud enough for the room to capture."I texted." He continued."I know." I repeated."I left three voice messages." Our eyes still fixed on each other's.Every word made my chest tighten."I know."His jaw flexed. For

Chapter Eighty One

Adrian's POVThe words didn't register immediately. "...Father Donald is gone."For one second...Two... Three... Nobody moved. The hallway of the convent, usually filled with quiet footsteps and whispered prayers, had become unnaturally silent. I felt Elara's fingers tighten around mine. Not because she was trying to hold on to me. Because she was trying not to collapse.The young nun who had delivered the message was shaking violently. "I... I found the office door open..." She could barely breathe. "There was blood..." She swallowed hard. "So much blood..."Another sister hurried over to support her before she fainted. People were already gathering from every direction. Some whispered prayers. Some cried. Others simply stared. Fear spreads faster than fire. Especially inside a place that was supposed to feel sacred.I turned towards Elara. She hadn't moved. She wasn't blinking. She was staring straight ahead."Elara." Nothing. "Elara." Still nothing. Her lips trembled slightly."No.

Chapter Eighty Two

Elara's POVFor several seconds, nobody moved.The darkness beyond the hidden passage seemed to stare back at us. Those footsteps had stopped. Yet somehow, I could still hear them in my head.'Father Donald is standing beside me'.The words from the phone call kept repeating over and over.I wrapped my arms around myself."Where is he?" I whispered.The detective raised a hand, signaling everyone to remain still.Before anyone could move farther into the passage, Marcus spoke."I've been trying to track Reverend Donald's whereabouts."Everyone turned towards him.He stood near the entrance, his expression unusually serious."I may be able to find him."Adrian's jaw tightened on seeing him. I noticed...of course I noticed.His eyes moved from Marcus to me.Then back to Marcus. "Why is he here?" His voice was calm, but I knew that tone.It was the tone Adrian used whenever he was trying very hard not to show that something bothered him.I frowned."Marcus is a seminarian. He works here.

Chapter Eighty Three

Adrian's POVThe first thing I heard was Elara screaming my name. Not the rain, not the sirens, not the frantic voices surrounding me.“Adrian!” I tried to open my eyes. I couldn't.Everything felt strangely distant, like I was underwater and everyone around me was standing above the surface. My chest burned. Something warm ran down the corner of my mouth. Blood. I knew it immediately. But before I could understand where it was coming from, the memory came rushing back. Elara walking away. The rain pouring around her. Marcus standing behind us. The sudden feeling that something was wrong.I'd heard it. A sound so faint that I almost dismissed it. A tiny metallic click from somewhere beyond the trees. Then—A muffled crack.Not loud enough for anyone else to notice. But I'd spent enough time around security growing up to recognize the sound. A suppressed gunshot. My body moved before my mind could catch up.I ran. “Elara!”She turned slightly. I didn't think, I grabbed her. Pulled her t

Chapter Eighty Four

Elara's POV The hospital room was too quiet. That was the first thing I noticed when I walked into the room. Not peaceful, but quiet.The kind of silence that made every tiny sound feel frightening—the steady beeping of the monitor beside Adrian's bed, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the occasional footsteps passing outside the door. I sat beside his bed.I hadn't realized how much I've cried today, that my eyes became blurry. Like sand thrown into it.My cheek was still resting against the edge of the mattress, and my fingers were wrapped around Adrian's hand. His hand was warm.That small warmth nearly broke me.I lifted my head slowly. Adrian hadn't moved. His eyes remained closed, his breathing steady beneath the thin blanket covering him.I stared at his face. For someone who had frightened me half to death, he looked strangely peaceful now.There was a small bandage near his shoulder where the bullet had entered. The doctors had told me he was lucky. Lucky?. I didn't feel

Chapter Eighty Five

Elara’s POVThat night, I didn't sleep. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Adrian collapsing in the rain. The blood, his blood. The way his body had suddenly become too heavy for me to hold. And the words he had whispered before his eyes closed.'Thank God you're safe.'I kept hearing them over and over again. It was almost morning when I finally lifted my head from the uncomfortable hospital chair beside his bed. Adrian was still asleep. His face looked strangely peaceful now, nothing like the man who had been standing in the rain only hours ago, pretending everything was fine while blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.I stared at him through tear-filled eyes."Why did you even have to do that?" I whispered. Of course, he didn't answer."You could have died." My voice broke. I quickly looked away, pressing my fingers against my lips.I didn't understand Adrian. I didn't understand myself anymore. One minute I was furious with him. The next, I was terrified of losin

Chapter Eighty Six

Elara’s POV“Your mother is alive.” The words didn't make sense. They entered my ears, but my mind refused to accept them. I stared at Reverend Donald.He stared back at me.For several seconds, neither of us moved.The hospital corridor suddenly felt too narrow. The white walls seemed to close around me, and the photograph in my trembling hand suddenly felt heavier than it had a moment ago.“My... mother?" My voice came out as barely more than a breath.Reverend Donald swallowed.“Yes.”I shook my head slowly. “No.”“Elara—” He moved one step closer to me.“No.” I shook my head, taking a step backward. “You told me she was gone.”His face tightened. “I never told you she was dead.”“But you told me she left.” I clutch hard on my phone.“She did.” He moved another step.“You told me she abandoned me.” My eyes instantly glitters.His eyes closed briefly. “I told you what I believed would keep you safe.”My heart slammed against my ribs. “Safe from what?”He didn't answer. That silence

Chapter Eighty Seven

Elara’s POVMy fingers went numb around my phone. 'How many times do you think you've walked past your mother without knowing her?'I read the sentence again. Then again. My mind refused to move past it. A mother wasn't supposed to be a mystery you solved through anonymous messages. She wasn't supposed to exist as a damaged photograph, a missing finger, a shadow behind a library door. She was supposed to be someone you remembered. Someone who held your hand. Someone whose face, your mind could recognize even after years apart. But I couldn't remember my mother's face. Not properly. I had fragments. A woman's perfume. The softness of someone's palm against my forehead when I was sick. A voice humming somewhere in the distance. A red dress and a hand. Always that hand. I looked down at my own fingers. Then at the empty stairwell. The woman had been there. I knew she had. Four fingers, that damaged middle finger. The same hand from the photograph. My mother.I swallowed hard. "How many

Chapter Eighty Eight

Elara's POVI couldn't move.The woman standing a few feet away from me was staring at me with the same frightened eyes I had seen in the photograph. My mother.For years, I had imagined this moment in so many different ways. Sometimes I imagined throwing myself into her arms and asking why she left me. Sometimes I imagined slapping her. Sometimes I imagined standing before her without feeling anything at all because I had convinced myself long ago that I had stopped needing a mother. But none of those imagined moments had prepared me for this.She was actually standing in front of me. Alive, older than the woman in the photograph, of course, but unmistakably the same person. And then my eyes dropped to her hand. Four fingers, the damaged middle finger. My breathing became uneven. I knew that hand. I had seen it gripping the library door. I had remembered it from the photograph. I had chased that hand through my memories without knowing whose it was. Now it was attached to the woman s

Chapter Eighty Nine

Adrian's POVFor a moment, I couldn't understand why everyone was clapping. The chairman was still standing on the stage, smiling proudly as he held the document in his hand. People around me were whispering excitedly, trying to figure out who the mysterious woman was.Then I looked at Elara. She wasn't smiling. She was staring at the chairman as though he had just spoken a language she didn't understand.I reached for her hand. "Elara." She didn't respond. I squeezed her fingers gently. "Go on. He called your name."She finally looked at me. There was something uncertain in her eyes. "Why did he call my name?""I don't know." That was the truth.Whatever my grandfather had planned, I hadn't known about it. I was about to tell her that we should go to him when something moved behind us.A man in a black suit pushed through the guests. At first, I thought he was simply trying to get closer to the stage. Then I saw the syringe in his hand. My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

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