All Chapters of FALLEN PROMISE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"In many instances, Sinang, I still can't help but feel regret, even though so much time has passed," Dolor murmured, her hands moving with practiced ease as she laid out the fish to dry under the warm afternoon sun. The salty breeze rustled through her hair, but her mind was far from the present task. Her eyes were drawn to the nearly crumbling hut that had once been the warm, welcoming home of Nestor and Victoria. The sight of the dilapidated structure, now barely standing amidst the encroaching wilderness, stirred a deep, aching sorrow within her.As she allowed her thoughts to wander back to those days, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of memories too painful to fully embrace."We can't do anything about it anymore, Dolor. And besides, that was a long time ago. Victoria is happy now, living with her child. Her life is beautiful and comfortable," Sinang replied, her voice as gentle as the breeze that swayed the trees. She offered a small, reassuring smile, hopin

"My revenge against Nestor isn’t over yet. And now, you and your unborn child will pay the price, Carmela," Loleng hissed, her voice a venomous whisper that cut through the stifling air. Her eyes, sharp and filled with malice, gleamed in the dim glow of the flickering candlelight.She stood in her darkened lair, an ancient room hidden deep within the forest, where the walls were lined with shelves of old, crumbling spell books, vials of strange liquids, and dried herbs. The room reeked of decay, a mix of musty earth and the faint metallic scent of blood. In the center of the room sat the oracle basin, its surface smooth and black, reflecting nothing but the void. It was Loleng's most prized possession, a tool of immeasurable power that allowed her to see, manipulate, and control those who dared to cross her path.Loleng leaned over the basin, her breath shallow as she watched the events unfold within its magical waters. The surface rippled gently, almost hypnotically, as though the ve

FIVE YEARS LATER... "You are so beautiful, sweetheart," Carmela exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as she gazed at her daughter Clarissa, who twirled in her floral yellow dress. The sunlight streaming through the window danced on the fabric, making it shimmer like a ray of sunshine itself, casting a golden hue on Clarissa’s floral dress. Carmela couldn’t help but pause, her gaze softening as memories flooded her mind, transporting her back to her own childhood. She remembered how she used to twirl in dresses much like this one, the light catching the fabric in a similar way, reflecting the joy of simpler times. Back then, life was carefree, untouched by the complexities of adulthood, filled only with the laughter of innocent games and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees in the family garden. Every moment was a discovery, every day a new adventure.In those days, Carmela had spent countless hours in the garden, her favorite place, where she could lose herself in her day

The entire week had been a whirlwind for Carmela, a blur of excitement and anticipation building in the days leading up to the annual town festival. It was the first time in years that she felt a true sense of belonging in the community, and Martin had made sure to make it extra special. Just as he had promised his daughter, he spoke with the town mayor personally, pulling a few strings to ensure Clarissa was included at the last minute in the kids’ category of the parade. This gesture meant the world to Carmela, who had been worried that her daughter might miss out on the event’s magic, which was so important to the town’s tradition. Despite the short notice, Martin’s influence and charm worked wonders, and soon enough, the preparations for Clarissa’s participation were in full swing. Every day that week, a small team of artisans and event organizers bustled around their home, designing an elaborate float just for her. It was a sight to behold—brightly colored flowers, ribbons, and

“FUCK! This is so good—” Carmela moaned as she moved on her husband’s lap, her voice trembling with pleasure.The heat of the bath mixed with the raw energy of their bodies, creating a steamy haze that enveloped them. Each movement sent ripples through the water, splashing over the tub’s edge, but neither of them paid any mind to the mess. The sensation of Anthony’s hands roaming across her wet skin made her shiver, each touch igniting sparks that spread through her like wildfire. Her pulse quickened, and every fiber of her being felt alive under his touch. She threw her head back, feeling his breath against her neck as he kissed her there, deepening her surrender and amplifying the bliss that pulsed between them. His lips traveled lower, trailing warm kisses along her collarbone, igniting a desperate need within her. The warmth of the water wrapped around them, blending with the heat radiating from their bodies, creating a cocoon of intimacy that was impossible to escape.As Carmela