All Chapters of Bad boy's obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Belle’s POVDarkness has a sound.Nobody tells you that.People think darkness is silent.It isn’t.It breathes.It remembers.And beneath my house—it whispered.The moment the lights died, the world disappeared with them.No walls.No staircase.No Ethan.No Mason.Just blackness swallowing everything so completely it felt alive.Then came the breathing.Not one.Many.Slow.Ancient.Surrounding me from every direction.My pulse hammered violently inside my chest.“Ethan?”My voice barely existed.No answer.Then softly—“Belle.”Not Ethan’s voice.Not Mason’s.A woman’s.Low.Smooth.Old enough to sound tired.The darkness shifted around me.And suddenly I realized something horrifying.I wasn’t standing in my house anymore.The air had changed.The smell too.No dust.No rain.Instead:Smoke.Burning oil.Flowers.And blood.A faint golden light appeared ahead of me slowly.Flickering.Torchlight.My breathing stopped.Stone walls emerged from the dark.Massive.Ancient.Covered i

Belle’s POVGrief has a memory of its own.That was the first thing I understood after learning about the child.After learning about her.Not some faceless tragedy hidden inside an ancient kingdom.Not just another loss buried in Selene’s past.My daughter.The words alone felt impossible.Wrong.I was seventeen years old.I had never even held someone’s hand long enough to call it love.And yet now—there were moments when my chest physically ached with the memory of carrying a child who no longer existed.Some nights I woke up crying before I even remembered why.Other nights I woke hearing laughter.Soft.Tiny.Coming from somewhere beneath the house.Always beneath.The basement remained closed for three days after the notebook changed.Three days of silence.Three days of pretending none of us heard footsteps below the floorboards after midnight.Ethan barely left my side anymore.Macy barely slept.And me—I was falling apart quietly.Because memories were no longer arriving li

Darkness.Complete.Absolute.The candles died so suddenly that for one terrible second I thought I had gone blind.Then something beneath the nursery floor shifted.Not a vibration.Not a tremor.Movement.Slow.Massive.Alive.Wood groaned beneath our feet.The sound echoed upward through the ancient room like the breathing of something sleeping far below.Except whatever slept beneath us—was waking up.“Belle!”Ethan's hand wrapped around my arm instantly.Hard.Protective.His voice sounded distant beneath the roar of blood pounding inside my ears.Because the child still stood in front of me.Still smiling.Still wearing Lyra's face.And God—I wanted it to be her.Even now.Even after the impossible grin.Even after realizing she cast no shadow.Some part of me still wanted to believe.The little girl tilted her head.The movement wasn't natural.Too slow.Too deliberate.Like something unfamiliar with human bodies had studied children from a distance and decided this was close