All Chapters of From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 114

“Because you made one mistake.”My voice carried straight through the howling wind, striking the quieted courtyard with the weight of absolute finality.Malakor spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the slick cobblestones, his trembling hands pressed against the gaping wounds in his chest. His rogue Enforcers stood completely frozen around him, their weapons lying abandoned in the mud, their faces hollowed by the sudden realization of his deceit."What mistake?" Malakor rasped, his dark eyes burning with an unhinged, poison-laced fever as he stared up at me on the terrace steps. "I calculated every variable. I bought your guards. I unspooled your border lines.""You calculated Rowan's rage, but you forgot his humanity," I said, my hand tightening around Rowan’s blood-soaked fingers as he stood tall beside me. "You built an entire strategy around the idea that his love for me was a flaw. You thought my presence would make him weak, reckless, and easy to corner.""It

The white sterile light of the emergency medical wing cut through the dim room, casting long shadows across the polished floorboards.The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping the heavy silence at bay.I sat in the metal chair pulled flush against the side of the raised bed. My fingers were locked around Rowan’s massive, cold hand, refusing to let go for even a single second. His shirt had been cut away, revealing thick white bandages wrapped tightly across his chest and shattered shoulder, where blood still seeped through the gauze."Luna, you need to sit down and let the doctors check your vitals," Marcus said softly from the doorway, his voice low and weary. His tactical armor was splattered with mud and dried blood, but his posture had finally relaxed."I'm fine, Marcus," I replied without looking up from Rowan's pale, stillness face. "My vitals are stable.""You've been sitting in that chair for four hours," Marcus pressed gen