All Chapters of Between Heaven and Hell: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kathleen sat motionless beside Samantha’s still, unconscious form, her gaze fixed upon the woman’s face. Every detail—the faint rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her features—betrayed nothing of the truth she had just learned. The physicality of the woman in front of her was as real as it had ever been, yet something felt irrevocably wrong. She could feel it in the air, in the way her skin prickled as her fingers brushed against Samantha’s. Kathleen found herself unable to shake the words Takumi and Tomoya had spoken earlier. Each hour that passed since their revelation only deepened the truth she had been unwilling to accept. The once-familiar woman before her, whose soul had been bound to the realms of both time and circumstance, now lay before her as nothing more than an empty shell. Takumi’s careful explanation, Tomoya’s anxious tone, all of it had reverberated in her mind, carving away at the stubborn disbelief that had initially taken root. Despite all the

Christian had remained silent since entering the room, his gaze fixed upon Samantha, who lay unconscious on the bed before him. The sight of her in such a state weighed heavily on him, and the presence of Junel, stationed across the room, only added to his unease. Though Junel had regained consciousness, his continued confinement was now inevitable. He had witnessed far more than he should have, and the consequences of his knowledge were not easily dismissed. There was an unspoken understanding among them—his silence was no longer a matter of choice, but of necessity. “So, you’re telling me she just popped out of nowhere when you were…” Christian trailed off, his brow furrowing as his gaze locked onto Tomoya. There was skepticism in his voice, a demand for clarity that felt both accusing and desperate. He needed answers, but the question lingered, hanging between them like a heavy mist. He leaned forward, his posture tense, as though preparing himself for whatever truth—or lie—

Tomoya’s gaze shifted downward, his thoughts weighed with indecision. He found himself torn over whether to disclose the troubling information about Kim and Kaiser to Junel. Though the knowledge pressed at the edges of his mind, he felt that the moment was not yet ripe for such a revelation. He hesitated, contemplating the strategic advantage this secret could offer should he need to use it against Junel—perhaps for leverage in the future? His eyes then moved to Takumi, unable to read the thoughts behind his cousin's stoic demeanor, though he suspected their minds were converging on the same conclusion. The connection between Junel’s cryptic account, Jess’s warnings about the portal, and the figure of Kaiser seemed to form a damning link. If what they suspected was true, Kaiser could very well be the orchestrator behind the underground syndicates Rener had alluded to. “So, it’s indeed true,” Takumi’s voice, calm but firm, startled Tomoya, compelling him to rise abruptly. “Y

Kathleen exhaled deeply, her fingers pressing into her temples as the weight of the conversation with Christian's mother settled heavily on her shoulders. She had absorbed a barrage of words, all of which she understood at their core. If she were in the mother's shoes, she could hardly fault her for harboring such intense frustration; she might have even felt compelled to strangle her son's reckless, misguided girlfriend. Leaning against the balcony railing, her hand remained pressed to her forehead, trying to calm the storm brewing inside her. "I’m so sorry, love," Christian’s voice broke through her thoughts, and before she could say anything, he enveloped her in a warm embrace from behind. "I’ve already spoken with mom. She’s disappointed, but it’s not directed at you, you know?" Kathleen nodded slowly, a sad smile curling at the edges of her lips. "I know, love. I truly understand her." She paused before tapping his arm that was draped around her waist. "It's my fault, and I

"Zach, how delightfully uninvited you are to be here," Takumi remarked dryly as he stepped out of his car, his gaze narrowing in faint irritation. At the sound of his voice, Zach, Sai, and Dryzza turned to face him, their surprise fleeting but palpable. One of Takumi’s guards quickly approached, taking his car keys with a bow before driving the sleek vehicle through the gates. “New car?” Zach asked, his eyes lingering on the vehicle’s elegant frame until it disappeared into the estate. Takumi allowed a faint smirk to curve his lips. “Yes, La Rose Noire Droptail. A small indulgence.” The mention of the car left Dryzza and Sai visibly stunned. It wasn’t every day someone casually referenced owning the most expensive car in the world. Dryzza, in particular, shifted uncomfortably, almost tempted to shield her own modest vehicle from view. “I sometimes wonder how much you really make as a psychiatrist,” Zach quipped, though his tone carried a knowing edge. He, better than