All Chapters of FALLEN PROMISE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Just as Marlon had promised Emil, his curiosity pushed him to investigate the strange scales he had found in Don Martin’s swimming pool. The sight of them had lingered in his mind, their vibrant, metallic colors sparking a question he couldn’t shake. What were they? And where had they come from? He couldn’t ignore the possibility that the pool, which was being filled with seawater, had something to do with it. Don Martin’s unusual request for seawater seemed out of place to Marlon, especially when considering that he had never seen anyone else in the town take such measures. There was a strange feeling that something was being hidden, something beyond their understanding.The mansion was surrounded by high walls, and the sense of forbidden territory weighed on Marlon. But his curiosity overpowered his hesitation. The scales, which Mang Omar had claimed belonged to a mermaid, filled Marlon’s thoughts. The old man’s words seemed outlandish at first, but now, standing in front of the ma

PRESENT DAY A sweet smile spread across Jessa’s lips as she glanced at Clarissa. Her eyes sparkled with the hint of mischief, the kind that only someone as close as Jessa could manage. “Come on, Queen Marasela is looking for you,” she said, her voice light and teasing. Reaching out with a gentle but insistent hand, she tried to pull Clarissa along, guiding her through the cool, shimmering waters that lapped at the edges of the rocky shore. The water sparkled beneath the sun, and the air was thick with the sounds of the waves crashing gently against the rocks. It was the perfect moment for a peaceful stroll, yet Jessa’s impatience was palpable. But to Jessa’s surprise, Clarissa didn’t move. She remained seated on the large, smooth rock that jutted out from the water, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her posture was still, as if she was lost in thought, caught in the depths of her own world. Her fingers lightly gripped the rock beside her, her knuckles white as she seemed to an

“NEXT WEEK, will you come back? Your grandfather will be arriving with Nanny Norma. I’ll be heading back to the mansion, and your daddy has to go to the clinic,” Carmela informed Clarissa later that same day, after breakfast had passed. The light from the late afternoon sun filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. There was a calmness in the air, but Carmela’s words brought with them a ripple of change, signaling another shift in their already complicated lives.“Daddy is going to Manila?” Clarissa asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of sadness. The thought of her father being away, even for a short time, felt like another piece of her already fragmented world slipping out of reach. The house in Eldoria, while full of love and comfort, never quite felt the same without him close by.Carmela nodded, understanding the weight of her daughter’s unspoken emotions. “Don’t worry. It won’t be long before he moves here to Eldoria. We’re selling

“What is your relationship with that man from the human world, Clarissa?” Queen Marasela asked, her voice firm and tinged with a seriousness that demanded an honest answer. The weight of the queen’s question struck Clarissa like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded relentlessly, as if trying to escape the mounting tension in the room.But it wasn’t just the question itself that had her in turmoil. The piercing tone of authority in Queen Marasela’s voice and the unwavering intensity in her eyes as she locked gazes with Clarissa made it impossible for her to hide the truth any longer. For a moment, the room felt stiflingly silent, save for the sound of Clarissa’s quickened breaths. She could sense the weight of the queen’s expectations pressing down on her shoulders. Still, she hesitated, her lips parting as though to speak, only for her courage to falter. “I thought we had already reached an understanding long ago,” Queen Marasela continued, her words heavy with a

“MY SON must not see that mermaid again. I want you to kill her, Marlon!” Victoria's voice cut through the air with chilling command, her face contorted with fury.The words tumbled from her lips, each one a venomous strike aimed at the very heart of what she could not control. Her eyes, typically calm and calculating, were now wide with rage, the fire of her anger burning through her every word. This was no longer a mere request—it was an ultimatum.Her hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the force, as she glared at the man beside her. Every fiber of her being trembled with the thought of her son, the light of her life, being tainted by the mermaid, Clarissa. She would not—could not—allow such a thing to happen. The idea of losing her son to someone so foreign, so incomprehensible, drove her into a frenzy. No, this mermaid was an obstacle she was determined to eliminate.Victoria’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but at its core