บททั้งหมดของ Shattered Reflections: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Later that day, when they were alone together in the garden, Elara took a deep breath and told him the news. “Adrian,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “there’s something I need to tell you.”Adrian looked at her, his expression curious. “What is it?”Elara hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m pregnant,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.For a moment, there was silence. Adrian’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes focused on her as if he were trying to process what she had just said.And then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. “You’re pregnant?” he repeated, his tone filled with a strange mix of emotions.Elara nodded, her heart lifting at the sight of his smile. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’m carrying your child.”Adrian reached out and took her hand, his grip firm but gentle. “That’s… that’s wonderful news, Elara,” he said, though there was a hesitation in his voice that made her stomach twist with unease.But Elara pushed the doubt asi

When Elara awoke, she was surrounded by darkness. It was a thick, suffocating darkness that pressed in on all sides, leaving her disoriented and confused. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t see anything beyond the inky blackness that enveloped her.For a moment, Elara thought she was dead. The last thing she remembered was the operating room, the searing pain in her abdomen, the blood that had poured from her body. She had been dying—she was sure of it. And now, here she was, trapped in a void of nothingness, her mind racing with questions she couldn’t answer.But then, slowly, Elara began to feel something—something faint, something distant. It was a warmth, a soft, comforting warmth that seemed to wrap around her like a blanket. It was a sensation that she hadn’t felt in a long time, a sensation that filled her with a strange sense of peace.Elara focused on the warmth, letting it guide her, letting it pull her out of the darkness. And as she did, she began to hear somethin

One evening, as the sun set over the ocean, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Maris joined Elara on the terrace, where she was watching the waves crash against the rocks below. Elara had always found a strange sense of comfort in the ocean, its vastness and power a reflection of the storm that raged within her.Maris stood beside her, silent for a moment as they both watched the horizon. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and tinged with sadness. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Elara?”Elara didn’t turn to look at her, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “I’ve been ready for a long time,” she replied, her voice calm and steady.Maris sighed, her expression filled with concern. “I know you’ve been through a lot, Elara. But revenge… it’s a dangerous path. It can consume you, change you in ways you might not be able to come back from.”Elara finally turned to face Maris, her eyes cold and determined. “I’ve already changed,” she said quietly. “There’s no going back now

Elara stood on the balcony of the grand ballroom, her gaze fixed on the glittering city lights below. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying with it the faint sounds of the gala behind her—the murmur of voices, the clinking of glasses, the distant strains of music. But Elara was no longer interested in the party or the people who filled the lavish hall. Her thoughts were far away, focused on the path that lay ahead.She had taken the first step in her journey—a calculated, deliberate step that had brought her face-to-face with the man who had once held her heart in his hands, only to crush it without a second thought. Adrian Blackwood had been charming, attentive, his eyes filled with the same allure that had once captivated her. But this time, Elara saw him for what he truly was—a liar, a betrayer, a man who had sacrificed her happiness for his own selfish desires.As she stood there, the memory of their conversation played over in her mind, each word, each gesture careful

Elara had always known that the day would come when she would face the truth of what Cassia and Adrian had done. The lies, the betrayal, the ruthless manipulation that had destroyed her life—it had all led to this moment. As she meticulously worked to unravel the tangled web of deceit they had spun, Elara felt a cold determination settle over her. This was her moment to reveal the truth, to expose the rot beneath the polished veneer of their perfect lives.For weeks, Elara had been silently observing, gathering information, slowly inserting herself into Cassia and Adrian’s world as Elena Grey. It had been easier than she expected. Cassia, ever the socialite, had taken to Elara almost immediately, intrigued by her mystery and beauty. Adrian, too, had shown interest, though his attraction to her was laced with the same charm that had once ensnared Elara all those years ago. But Elara wasn’t the naive girl she had been back then. This time, she had the advantage. She knew their weaknesse