All Chapters of Marked by the Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I slowly opened my eyes, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as I tried to understand where we were. The room was dim, shadows dancing on the walls, making it hard to pinpoint our exact location. I tried to move, but my body felt too weak. The sharp sting of ropes wrapped tightly around my wrists reminded me of my helpless state as I sat on a hard, wooden chair. Suddenly, I heard a soft, familiar groan. "Ravi?" I called out, my voice barely a whisper. "Y...yeah," he responded weakly from somewhere nearby. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. "I...I'm fine," he replied, though his voice didn't sound convincing. Just then, the door creaked open, and I heard footsteps approaching. My heart pounded in my chest as the figure drew nearer. When the light finally revealed his face, my anger flared up. "You," I spat through gritted teeth, glaring at Joe standing in front of me with a smug smirk plastered across his face. Joe's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power

Becca's POV Everything seemed to fade away as I stood there, my heart pounding so loudly I feared it might burst out of my chest. My hands shook, my throat went dry, and my legs felt like they might give out. No, we had to get out of here and find the nearest hospital. Clenching my hands, I walked closer to Ravi and gently grabbed his hands. "We have to move. Standing here isn't going to solve anything," I said, pulling him gently. As we walked, I could hear his ragged breaths and muffled winces. I had to be strong for his sake. "The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can get you to the hospital," I said, my voice trembling. But as we walked deeper into the forest, it seemed endless, like we were in a maze with no way out. "I can't...go anymore," Ravi said, letting go of my hands and using his other hand to lean on a nearby tree. "No, we...we have to go, Ravi. Just hold on a little longer." "Becks..." Ravi said weakly, shaking his head as he slumped to the ground. I rushed

Becca's POV It had been less than 12 hours since Ravi's death. I sat in my room, still trying to process everything that had happened. My best friend was dead because of me. He had been fine a few hours ago, and now his lifeless body lay in the mortuary. Tears rolled down my face, and my head throbbed from crying so much. Eating or even speaking felt impossible.My mom walked into my room, her eyes filled with concern as she carried a plate of food."Sweetheart," she said softly, setting the tray on my bed and gently touching my head. "You need to eat something."I stared at her, shaking my head. I couldn't. I felt her arms wrap around me, her warmth offering a sliver of comfort. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, her voice cracking as she fought her own tears.Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. We shared a look, understanding without words. It was them. They had come for me.My heart pounded as the realization sank in. The weight of the world pressed down on me, and I could see

Becca's POVMy fingers held the nail, trembling as I pressed it against my wrist. The overwhelming pain and despair pushed me to the edge. Ending it all seemed like the only escape. But then, images of my mom, dad, and Lola flashed through my mind. The thought of the pain I would cause them held me back. And Ravi’s death—no, I couldn’t let his death be in vain.With a deep breath, I dropped the nail. My resolve hardened as I stood up. I promised myself I would avenge his death. I would find a way to fight back, no matter the cost.***The knock on my door made me turn. I watched as some women walked in holding a dress."It's time," one of them said.I clenched my trembling hands and gave a small nod. They led me to the tub, the warm water barely soothing the storm of emotions inside me. As they washed me, my thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and defiance. After the bath, I walked back into the room and saw a beautiful dress laid out for me. It was an intricate gown, shimmering under t

Bas POV I told myself to give her time. She was still grieving, but it only seemed to be getting worse. Rebecca stayed indoors, not stepping a foot out of her room. Days turned into weeks, and the distance between us grew more profound. I walked into her room and found her exactly as she had been the previous day, and the day before that. She was curled up under a blanket, lying on her bed with her back turned towards me. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the sunlight. The air felt heavy, filled with the quiet sorrow that seemed to engulf her. "Rebecca," I said softly, but she didn't respond. She didn't even glance at me. I looked around the room, my heart aching at the sight. Her food, which I had brought in earlier, remained untouched on the nightstand. The once vibrant and lively Rebecca was now a shadow of herself, lost in her grief and pain. "You can't keep doing this," I pleaded, stepping closer to her. "You need to eat something. You need to take care of yo