All Chapters of The Tale Not Old As Time: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eighty-TwoThe sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the peaceful landscape. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, creating a serene atmosphere. Chaos and Florence stood there in silence, their thoughts drifting as the wind was blowing and blowing, peaceful but almost not.“We gather here today to mourn the loss of a life, a life cut short, a life filled with promise. Nora Van Derlyn was a beacon of hope, a source of strength, and a loving soul. Though their time on Earth was brief, their impact was profound.” The pastor spoke solemnly as the wind blew through their hair.The sun cast long shadows over the cemetery, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once filled Nora’s days. Chaos and Florence stood beside her grave, the weight of their grief heavy on their hearts. They had come to pay their respects, to say a final goodbye. And there was only them and no one else. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the dist

Eighty-FourFlorence returned to the apartment which was owned by Heath, a sense of unease washing over her. After everything she had found out about him, she did not want to go inside but she knew that she had to be here to formally end things. The familiar surroundings now felt alien as soon as she got through the front door. It was now tainted by the darkness that had once permeated the space which had been lurking without her knowing about it. She had not been back in a week, a week filled with uncertainty and fear.Chaos had been tirelessly working with his legal team, gathering evidence, and building a case against Heath. He had assured her that he would handle everything, that she was safe. But the fear still lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured. Florence hurried through the apartment and headed straight to her bedroom, gathering her belongings. She worked quickly, her movements driven by a sense of urgency. She wanted to leave, to escape this place be

Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor

Eighty-EightChaos gently laid Florence down on the bed, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He could feel himself getting harder as he had been wanting this to happen for so long but he had always respected her choices and decisions. But right now, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow over her, highlighting her delicate features. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, were now soft and dreamy, almost lustful, as it was a reflection of the love and passion that filled her heart.He traced her features with his eyes, lingering on her lips, her nose, her eyes. Each curve, each line, was a masterpiece, a work of art. He could not believe how lucky he was to have her, to love her, to be loved by her.“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Absolutely breathtaking.”Florence smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness and at the same time shyness. She knew that she was lucky

Ninety“Who is Theresa?” Florence asked, her voice barely a whisper. Confusion, jealousy, and anger swirled within her. She did not know who this Theresa was, but the mere mention of her name ignited a fire within her. She had trusted Chaos, believed in him, but only to be betrayed and only to be led to confusion and anger. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Chaos exchanged a tense glance with Kamilla, a silent and angry warning. He had explicitly told her not to mention Theresa’s name, not under any circumstances since they had made a vow not to do so. Her defiance, her disregard for his wishes, filled him with a mixture of anger and frustration. Florence blinked back tears, her voice barely a whisper. “Who is Theresa?” she asked again, her heart heavy with a mix of hurt and betrayal.The room fell silent.Chaos, mid-sentence, froze, his eyes widening in shock as they met Florence’s gaze. His jaw dropped slightly, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. Flo