All Chapters of Shattered chain : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was in my room when I heard my mother crying for help. I attempted to lend a hand, only to discover that I was once again imprisoned in my own room. I had no idea what was going on but I knew she was being beaten by my father again “God I never sought a father, nor did I ever ask for one” I said. My mother bore it all in silence until the day my father walked through the door with a sly-eyed woman on his arm and declared her his new wife. My mom dared not to complain or disagree, she would endure the blows until earth itself became her final refuge. One faithful night, it was raining heavily, thunder was striking like its judgement day, and the sound became trapped and refracted back to the ground. My dad had left home since morning, he was not concerned about what we would survive on nor did he come back home that night to know. My mom decided to risk her life with a heavy stomach so my brother and I could eat, when she came back, everywhere was as dark as vantablack, she tried to

The rain had started again by the time I stepped outside. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning trash, a smell I had long since associated with my childhood. I should have been afraid—I was leaving behind everything I had ever known, walking into the unknown with a man whose intentions were a mystery. But fear was a luxury I could no longer afford. Damien led me through the narrow, dimly lit streets, his pace steady, his steps confident. He wasn’t from here. I could tell by the way he walked, the way people moved out of his path without him even looking at them. He had power. Influence. And I had no choice but to follow. We stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the end of the alley. It looked out of place against the backdrop of broken-down homes and rusting street signs. He opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I hesitated. “This is your last chance to back out,” he said, watching me carefully. “Once you step into this car, there’s no t

The morning after my first night in the lounge, I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window. The room I had been given was larger than anything I had ever slept in before, with dark wooden floors and silk sheets that felt like water against my skin. But luxury didn’t erase years of suffering. I still felt like an outsider in my own life, an imposter wearing someone else’s skin. A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, sitting up. “Did you sleep?” she asked. I hesitated before nodding. “A little.” She smirked, clearly not believing me. “Get up. Today, your training begins.” I pulled the blanket around my shoulders. “Training for what?” Selene tilted her head. “For survival, Winnie. You want power? You need to earn it.” I exhaled slowly, then forced myself out of bed. Selene gestured toward the tray. “Eat first. You’ll need the energy.” I hesitated before picking up a slice of fruit, chewing slowly. My body had long since learn

The next night, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silk dress Selene had chosen for me. Midnight blue, with a slit running up the side—elegant but dangerous. The kind of dress that whispered promises but never made any guarantees. Selene watched from the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re nervous.” I scoffed, smoothing my hair. “No, I’m just—” “Nervous,” she repeated, smirking. “It’s normal. First time walking into the lion’s den on your own.” I turned to face her. “And Michael Devereaux is the lion?” She tilted her head. “One of them. But don’t make the mistake of thinking he’s the only one watching.” That sent a shiver down my spine. I exhaled slowly. “So what’s the real goal here? You trained me, dressed me up, sent me into that bar—what does Damien really want?” Selene’s smirk softened just a little. “You’re smart, Winnie. You’ll figure it out.” I hated that answer. But I hated feeling powerless even more. Eden looked just as it had the night before, b

The number Michael had given me burned a hole in my pocket. I hadn’t called it. Not yet. But I carried it with me everywhere, like a secret, like a weapon I wasn’t sure I was ready to use. Because once I did, there would be no turning back. Damien had made that clear. Michael had made that clear. And I was stuck in the space between them, walking the edge of a knife. --- I was behind the bar at Edenwhen the first sign of trouble arrived. It was a man I had seen before—one of Damien’s enforcers. Big, mean, the kind of guy who had never heard the word “no” and didn’t know what to do when he did. His name was Carter, and he wasn’t here for a drink. He leaned against the bar, giving me a lazy smile. “You’ve been quiet.” I poured a drink for another customer, ignoring him. “Didn’t realize I had to check in.” Carter chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Damien wants to see you.” My stomach twisted. I glanced around the lounge. Selene was watching from