All Chapters of Bound To His Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

The lights cut out abruptly. There was no supernatural glow or sudden magical shift. It was simply a total power failure that also triggered the electronic locks on the heavy steel door. The silence that followed was heavy and calculated. Someone had isolated this room intentionally. Kiel reacted instantly. He pulled a heavy-duty tactical flashlight from his pocket and switched it on. The narrow beam cut through the darkness, revealing the stone walls, furniture, and the large floor-to-ceiling mirror at the opposite end. His hand found mine immediately. His grip was firm and practical. It was the reaction of a man trained in security protocols and crisis management. "Stay close to me," he said in a low, steady voice. "They are trying to trigger disorientation. It is a standard psychological tactic used in interrogation and counter-intelligence operations. Do not let the darkness confuse you." Before I could respond, a voice echoed from the ceiling speak

The heavy door opened outward with a groan. We stepped back into the familiar corridor, but nothing felt the same. Kiel walked ahead of me, his posture guarded. He kept a steady distance between us, just enough to signal caution without being openly hostile. He had not rejected me. He had not accused me. But he was no longer walking beside me.“We go to the central archives first,” he said over his shoulder. “These records are physical. People filed and signed them. If they are fake, we will see the tampering. If they are real, we will find the names of those responsible.”I followed a few steps behind him. “I will go with you. But I will not touch anything. You handle every page. You verify every seal. You decide what is true.”He nodded once. “That is the only way.”The main archive was located in the administrative wing, a section of the tower that had remained largely unchanged for decades. It housed bot

The corridor narrowed between stone walls, lit only by dim overhead lamps that cast long uneven shadows. Mara stood ten paces away, calm and unhurried. Beside her stood the second Kiel. He wore the same dark work shirt, the same sturdy boots, the same worn leather band around his left wrist. He held himself with the same quiet, steady posture. At a quick glance anyone would say they were identical. My Kiel shifted slightly, placing himself fully between me and the stranger. His hand rested on the holster at his hip. His jaw was set tight. But his eyes never left my face. Not the other Kiel. Not Mara. Me. The duplicate took a slow step forward. He did not reach for a weapon. He kept his hands loose and visible at his sides. “Let us stop pretending this is some kind of trick,” he said. His voice matched perfectly. Same depth. Same calm tone. “I am not a copy. I am the original. And the man standing beside you is the one they planted to replace me weeks ag

The voice hung in the cool dusk air, soft yet sharp enough to cut through the quiet of the valley. I turned slowly, every muscle tensed. There, half hidden among the trees, stood the figure from the photograph. She wore the same jacket I had left folded on the bunk hours earlier. Her hair fell the same way. Even the faint smudge of dirt on her sleeve matched mine exactly.Kiel stepped in front of me, his posture shifting from weary relief to focused alertness in a single motion. He did not reach for a weapon he no longer carried. He kept his hands loose at his sides, his gaze steady on the woman emerging from the treeline.“Stay back,” he said. His voice was calm but carried clearly. “We are leaving. You are not coming with us.”The woman stopped ten paces away. She tilted her head, a gesture so like my own it made my skin prickle. “Leaving? To go where? Everyone you know is back there. Everyone who matters believes I am you.”