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I sobbed, curling protectively, my arms wrapped over my chest, my body shaking violently from blood loss, humiliation, and rage. But even as the men laughed, even as Alex bled and Clara sagged in her chains, one thing pulsed steady in me: I wasn’t broken yet. They could touch, they could mock, they could chain me— But they couldn’t take away the truth. The baby was ours. And we would fight to the last breath to bring him back. END OF CHAPTER 63

It was clear the damage was caused by an attack and not decay of age. My chest sank deeper recalling the witch I met at the outskirts saying if my mother chose to stay alive they might have won the war. I pressed forward anyway, weaving through collapsed beams and scattered stones until something caught my eye, a small book half-buried in dirt, its leather cover cracked, pages swollen. I flipped it open and the first words nearly stopped my breath. “I couldn't go through with the abortion,” the rest of the words faded and I flipped trying to make sense of the first words I read.

She opened the book, took a deep breath, and read: > "Healing isn't always linear. It's a loop. It's backslides. It's breakdowns in grocery store aisles. But if you hold on long enough, you begin to see that blooming isn't about perfection. It's about breaking open in places that let the light in." She paused, tears welling up in her eyes, before continuing: > "This book is for the girl I used to be. For all women still clawing their way out of silence. And for the boy who never asked for any of it but gave me a reason to keep waking up. James—this one's for you."

I sat beside it. Tore off a piece of toast. Chewed slowly. Swallowed harder. It tasted like ash. But I kept eating. Because sometimes, even the broken girls have to keep going. Even if no one is watching. Even if they’re still on fire.

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

The looks, the quiet hostility. A rejected mate was a bad omen. I reached the well and wrapped the rope around my palms, the fibres bit into my skin as I began to pull, the bucket rose slowly, heavy with water. Halfway up, my arms trembled, my strength failed, dark spots crept into my vision, my foot slipped against the wet stone, the bucket lurched and I pitched forward, as if on cue, a hand caught my arm.“Careful,” a warrior said, steadying me. “You’re barely standing.” “I’m fine,” I answered quickly, trying to pull away.

"Yeah. And because I was an orphan, I think he took pity on me. But I genuinely loved him, Zeenah. I loved him more than words can say. And now, I'm going to get him back while you go back to Abubakar." At the mention of Abubakar's name once more, the door flung open and he walked in as confident as he can, a cynical smile on his face. "Hello, dear wife." * Hello everyone. Is my culture that bad to read? Lol, I feel like that's the case, hence the reason I'm not getting any review abiut the book or Chapters. However, despite all that, I hope you're enjoying the bok and that one day, I'll get to know your thoughts regarding the book. Thank you!

They broke into a run as soon as they were tucked behind the next cell block, weaving from shelter to shelter, blood rushing in her ears and memories flaring back to life in her mind. Bony hands touched her chin. Meaty palms smacked her face. A stone hit the small of her back. Laughter rung out, clear and crisp against the hazy backdrop of the surreal. Gnarled fingers carded through her knotted hair, pulling hard whenever they met a tangle. Knives were held over fire, gleaming red as they were pressed to her skin – Coming back had been a mistake. She needed to get out of here.

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

He had actually instructed someone to fly to the nearest bookstore on the mainland to buy it for him today. He only managed to finish one third of the book as he could not muster up the courage to finish the rest. In her book, she talked about her childhood, the leftovers, where and how she got the scars on her body, her experience of being bullied in middle school, and her fangirling stories. She was upfront about her past with the hope that it could be a warning to everyone who read her book. However, Alban did not have the courage to finish it because the more he understood the misery that she went through, the more he blamed himself.