In Between Chapter 26 Mga Nobela at Kwento

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Next Day I woke up with my alarm ringing. I feel weight on me to see it was Tani, who is sleeping on me rather than bed. It's not that i mond. I quickly off my alarm, so that i didn't disturb her sleep. She's looking so cute with her lip parted. It's my gym time but i didn't want to get up. This is The best sleep i get in my entire life. So i close my eyes to sleep some more time. **************************************** Here is the new update of Chapter - 26. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

“Absolutely nothing. I couldn't even find my own room.” He calmed down a little and when his breathing has returned to normal, he said to Wilkes. “I'll have to get my bag from that room. The dude in there, Drew, that's his name, won't be able to figure out what happened.” Wilkes shook his head and the grin on his face widened. “Turns out this isn't my room,” Harold said when he'd walked back to the room which now stunk badly of cigarette. He reached for his bag.

But is Chika not fully bound to the supreme warlord? The moment our three units cross the threshold of the medical infirmary, the space is completely empty of active staff. I drop my weight onto the steel examination table, waiting for a medic to analyze the swelling in my joints. Suddenly, my personal data pad vibrates with a high-priority alert; the text files indicate that additional packs of paparazzi are actively attempting to breach the subterranean gates after intercepting leak reports that Chika Whitmore and Ronan Blackwell were behaving intimately inside the lower compound.

And this Pack was already crawling with traitors, almost at every corner, ganging up against me. I reached my chamber door but paused, freezing as I noticed something strange. Someone was inside—inside my room in my absence. I heard their breathing, very slow and measured. I pushed the door open with just one hand. There stood the unexpected visitor. It was Roderick. He was by the window, his back to me, fist clenched and tense, his expression unreadable. He didn’t turn around, nor did he greet me. He didn’t even look like someone who was breathing properly.

A reluctant truce. Together, they moved toward the door, Daniel’s steps measured, his grip unyielding around the unconscious girl who was both the king’s curse and salvation. Ezra’s gaze scanned the empty corridors ahead, his hand resting near the blade at his hip. But as they turned the corner out of the boardroom, a figure stepped into their path. Marcus. His eyes swept over Ivy’s limp form in Daniel’s arms, then flicked to Ezra’s grim face. His voice came out low and dangerous, slicing through the tension like steel.

Nothing. I scrambled to my feet, my eyes darting around the cell. The door to the hallway was slightly ajar, letting in the faint golden glow of morning. The sounds of chaos from last night had been replaced with silence. Too much silence. I took a hesitant step forward, body still sore. Had something happened? Why would they just leave me. A shadow crossed the doorway. I turned sharply, stumbling back. “Whoa,” Christian said, holding up his hands. “Easy. It’s just me.”

“Finish the schedule by dawn. Then go home and think about whose name you’ll be whispering in your sleep tonight.” He turned and walked back into his office, leaving me flushed, furious, and aching with memories I wished I could burn. I sank into the chair, hands shaking as I returned to the files. The night stretched endlessly ahead, but one thing was painfully clear: I was already burning in Dare’s grasp.

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