Twenty Years Later Kindle Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 223: The Return Of Bella Calamida **Christiana’s POV** *******Twenty years later.******* I was no longer the twenty-something who had once stood on a cliff’s edge, debating whether to let despair swallow me whole. I was no longer the woman whose life revolved around revenge and fear. I was fifty years shy of half a century now… forty-nine today, to be exact. A survivor. A wife. A mother. And despite everything, I was still standing.

Two Years Later [Travis’s POV] I walked slowly up the path that led to the large, metal prison that had become home. Stopping, I stared up at its cold exterior and found that it matched my interior perfectly. Two years had passed since that night, the night that changed my life forever. Since then, despite searching high and low, travelling across the world more than once, and even seeking the help of the most expert of hunters, there was no sign of her. It was almost like she had fucking never existed to begin with. Hell, if her parents didn’t visit regularly to ask about my findings in regards to her, I truly would have thought that I imagined her this whole time.

The person standing at the door was my dad, who had supposedly died in an accident ten years ago! This scene didn’t just terrify Mom. It left everyone in the room completely stunned. Dad strode forward, slammed a USB drive onto the table, and looked at Mom coldly. “Ten years ago, I discovered you were secretly abusing our daughter. Afraid that I would expose you, you pushed me off a cliff to silence me. “But heaven has eyes. I got caught on a tree and barely survived.

And with it came a familiar voice. Not Thomas. Not Elias. The voice belonged to the mysterious twelve-year-old boy. Soft. Calm. Almost relieved. "You finally came... I've been waiting for you for twenty years." No one spoke. The boy's voice faded into the darkness below the roots, but its final words lingered in the cavern. "I've been waiting for you for twenty years." Adrian felt the sealed letter grow heavier in his hand. Twenty years. That was impossible. He had never been to Black Hollow before.

The next day, when the plane landed in Kingsford, the city felt strangely unfamiliar. My parents and younger brother, Jeffrey, were now living in a villa community in North Kingsford. When we arrived at the entrance, we saw the one person I'd thought I would never see again for the rest of my life. "Nathan..." When I saw Claire, I felt nothing. The calmness surprised even me. Fiona immediately tightened her grip on my hand and stared at Claire with cold eyes. Claire's gaze dropped, and when she saw our intertwined fingers, her eyes widened.

My two pups are still underage and I won’t allow Masuzyo to hurt them to get to me. “Is there something I can find for you?” she asks. “No, thank you, just point me in the right direction.” She does and I go to the records room, going back two years. I think back, trying to remember the exact day. It was late fall. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground. October. I find the right year, then the right month. Before I find the file, I get a mind link from Atticus. ‘Luca, it’s her. The others are telling Alpha Masuzyo now,’ he tells me in the mind link.

Something in her awoke but she couldn't say what it was. Kane only stood frozen on his spot. His body was tense upon locking eyes with Madeline. He eyed her from head to toe and still couldn't believe he was meeting her again after six long years. It didn't look real at all and Kane thought of it as a dream. He saw Madeline hadn't changed in her physical appearance. Her face did mature a little but nothing about her appearance had changed.

It seemed like just yesterday that she was a tiny bundle in our arms, and now she stood before us, a testament to the love we had shared and the hope we held for the future. Turning my gaze back to Princess Golder, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the woman she had become. Her beauty had only deepened with time, her spirit shining brighter than ever. She was my partner, my confidante, and the love of my life. “Time truly flies, doesn’t it?” I murmured softly, my voice filled with a mixture of sentimentality and wonder. “It feels like just yesterday that we embarked on this journey together, and yet here we are, celebrating our daughter’s third birthday.”

" Thanks again for saving my book." "Not at all. "He took a few steps back and gave me a wink, making me want to throw the book at his handsome face and nurse it back to health. He turned his back on me and calmly followed the path to the mansion, leaving me standing there looking foolish. Ms. Kyara was no longer where she had been before and I sighed, tired of trying to understand everything that was going on around me.

Abigail Laurentia Verz: "Patricia, what was the name of the receptionist who called to let you know that someone had sent this bouquet of red roses?" The twenty-two-year-old woman was taken aback because she was asked a question by the female boss. That girl tried to remain calm while at the same time remembering the name of the person Abby was referring to. Meanwhile, a woman who had a mole on her right cheek was still waiting for the interlocutor's answer. She did not want to say anything yet, as if to give Patricia time so she could come up with a name she had just asked. Silence struck again, but for some reason, the independent woman was still able to be patient with this situation.