All Chapters of Safe In His Darkness : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EMILY,HANNAH POV I remained motionless for what felt like forever.The silence inside the room was crushing. It pressed against my chest until every breath felt heavier than the last.Only the steady rhythm of the heart monitor reminded me that I was still alive.Beep...Beep...Beep...Each sound echoed through the room like a lonely heartbeat.Alive...But empty.My gaze slowly drifted toward the thick brown file resting on the white hospital blanket beside me."This is your identity." Mr. Lomonosov's deep voice echoed relentlessly inside my mind.My identity, My life,Everything I had forgotten.My fingers trembled as I slowly reached for it.Even lifting it felt impossibly heavy.The cover was plain.No design. No title.Nothing except a single name printed neatly in bold black letters.EMILY HANNAH GRAYSONI stared at it. Emily Hannah Grayson...I whispered each name under my breath, hoping, praying—that something inside me would recognize it. Nothing. The name felt foreign.As tho

AUTHOR POV The next morning...The first rays of sunlight spilled across the endless gardens surrounding the Lomonosov estate, painting the dew-covered grounds in shades of gold. A cool morning breeze drifted through the massive training complex hidden behind the mansion, carrying with it the scent of fresh earth, gunpowder, and worn leather.Unlike the breathtaking elegance of the main estate, where polished marble floors, and priceless works of art spoke of unimaginable wealth, this place had been built for only one purpose. War.There was no beauty here.Only discipline. Only survival. Rows of battered wooden dummies stood like silent soldiers, their scarred bodies bearing the marks of countless years of punishment. Heavy punching bags swung gently from steel beams. Shooting ranges stretched into the distance, lined with moving targets and reinforced barriers. A combat arena occupied the center of the grounds, its black training mats faded and stained by years of blood, sweat, and

FIVE MONTHS LETTER...Five months. It was hard to believe that half a year had passed since I had stepped onto the Lomonosov training grounds for the first time.Back then...I could barely hold a training knife.I couldn't throw a proper punch.I couldn't even catch a water bottle without fumbling it.Now...The woman staring back at me in the full-length mirror was almost unrecognizable.The frail patient who had spent fourteen months trapped in a hospital bed was gone.Months of relentless training had reshaped my body. The softness in my arms had given way to lean muscle.The bruises that had once covered my skin had been replaced by the small scars every fighter earned.My movements were sharper.Quieter.More controlled. Every step felt deliberate.Balanced. Confident.Mikhail had made sure of that.Every morning began before sunrise.Running.Strength training.Hand-to-hand combat.Knife fighting.Defensive techniques.Disarming opponents.Weapons maintenance.Marksmanship.Hours

EMILY, HANNAH We left the medical wing in silence. The cool evening breeze greeted us the moment we stepped outside the mansion. After spending the last hour inside the bright, sterile hospital suite, the fresh air felt almost therapeutic. I took a slow, deep breath. The scent of blooming roses, jasmine, and freshly cut grass filled my lungs.The sprawling gardens stretched endlessly before us, illuminated by hundreds of warm lights hidden among the hedges, ancient trees, and colorful flowerbeds. the marble fountains shimmered beneath the moonlight, their gentle splashing creating a peaceful melody that echoed through the estates.Right now, I wasn't thinking about my memories.Or the mysterious man whose blurred face continued to haunt my dreams. I was simply. Present.Mikhail walked quietly beside me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored charcoal suit. Neither of us spoke. Oddly enough... The silence wasn't awkward. It wasn't uncomfortable. Is peaceful. The kind o

EMILY, HANNAH... The moment we stepped out of Roman's office, the heavy oak doors closed quietly behind us.Neither Mikhail nor I spoke.The silence between us felt... different.He walked a few steps ahead of me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his shoulders noticeably tense.He wasn't angry.At least,not with me.He was worried. I could see it in the way his jaw remained clenched.The way he kept exhaling quietly, as though trying to organize his thoughts before speaking.We walked through the long marble corridor until he suddenly stopped beside one of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens.He turned to face me."I meant what I said there." His blue eyes met mine."I don't think you're ready."I folded my arms across my chest."You don't think I'm ready for the company...""Or you don't think I'm ready to face my past?"He didn't answer immediately.Instead, he looked out at the gardens below."Both." he replied I released a slow breath."Mikhail