Semua Bab The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Book Two — Chapter 141 The BreachThe silver light erupted from the river like a wound opening in the city.People screamed on the bridge above.Cars skidded to a halt.Phones appeared everywhere, their screens reflecting the impossible glow rising from beneath the water.Ama barely noticed any of it.Her entire world narrowed to the key in her hand and the words Lucien had just spoken.“The door beneath the river.”The river surged violently.Ancient symbols flashed beneath the surface, some intact, some fractured. Silver light poured through the broken sections like water through cracked glass.Naomi grabbed Ama’s arm.“We need to move.”Lucien shook his head immediately.“If you leave now, you lose the only chance to stop it.”Ama turned sharply.“Stop what?”Lucien looked toward the river.“The lock is failing.”Another crack split the darkness below. One of the silver sigils shattered completely. The glow intensified.People above were beginning to run.Sirens wailed in the dist

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 143: Welcome Back, DreamerWelcome back, Dreamer.The words echoed through Ama's mind.Not through her ears.Not through the storm.Inside.As though they had always been there.Waiting.Sleeping.Remembering.The moment the voice spoke, the world seemed to stop.The rain slowed.The river's roar faded.Even the thunder felt distant.Not because reality had changed.Because something inside Ama had.A memory surfaced.Not a fragment.Not a glimpse.A complete memory.A vast chamber.Endless silver walls.Ancient figures gathered around a circular table.The Architects.The builders of the Threshold.The creators of the lock.And standing among them—Ama.Not as she was now.Not even as the Dreamer she remembered.Older.Stronger.Terrified.The memory unfolded with painful clarity.An argument.Voices raised.Fear.Urgency.One Architect stood.A woman with silver eyes."The breach is expanding."Another voice answered."Then seal it.""We alrea

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 145: Before He Was LucienThe silence was unbearable.Even the storm seemed to be waiting.The river glowed beneath the bridge.Silver light reflected across the stone arches.Emergency sirens echoed in the distance.Yet none of it mattered.Not compared to the question hanging in the air.Tell them who you were before you became Lucien.Ama stared at the silver-eyed man.Naomi did the same.Neither spoke.Neither needed to.The demand had changed everything.Because the voice knew him.Not casually.Personally.Deeply.The expression on Lucien's face confirmed it.For the first time since they'd met, he had no clever response.No mysterious half-truth.No calm smile.Only silence.And regret.A lot of regret.The river pulsed again.The breach brightened.The voice waited.Lucien closed his eyes.For several seconds, nobody moved.Then he laughed.A tired laugh.The kind that came from someone who had spent a very long time running from somethi

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 147: The Weight of One ChoiceI only wish to save all the others.The words lingered in the air.No.Not in the air.Inside Ama.They settled into her thoughts like seeds, quietly demanding to be considered.She hated that they made sense.Not completely.Not enough to trust.But enough to understand.She looked down at the silver key.Its glow had softened.The frantic pulses were gone.It rested calmly in her hand now.Almost peacefully.As though it had no desire to force her.As though it was waiting for her decision.Naomi broke the silence.“What if it's telling the truth?”Orion looked at her immediately.“It is.”Both women turned toward him.He didn't hesitate.“The Keeper never lies.”The answer caught Ama off guard.“You've been warning us not to listen to it.”“Yes.”“But you just said it doesn't lie.”Orion nodded.“It doesn't.”Silence.The contradiction hung between them.Ama frowned.“Then explain.”The silver-eyed Architect look

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 149: The Memory of TomorrowSome dreams are meant to end.The Keeper's words lingered beneath the bridge.Ama stood in silence, the silver key resting in her hand.The storm had not stopped.Rain still fell.The river still glowed with impossible light.Sirens still echoed through the city.Yet for a strange moment, none of it seemed important.The choice before her had become larger than the breach.Larger than the Threshold.Larger than the future itself.It was a choice between holding on—or letting go.The Keeper remained silent.It did not urge her.It did not command her.It simply waited.Orion spoke quietly.“That was always its greatest strength.”Ama glanced at him.“What?”“It never forces anyone.”His silver eyes reflected the river below.“It offers.”A bitter smile crossed his face.“And what it offers is always something people desperately want.”Ama understood.No more regret.No more abandoned possibilities.No more wondering wh