Todos os capítulos de Shattered Trust: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter Sixty-Two: The ReleaseVanessa's POVThe basement was colder than usual, the stale air hanging thick with the scent of dust and the remnants of something I couldn't quite place. I had hoped this would be over quickly, that it would be just another night of thrill, but the reality of what we had done was beginning to sink in. I glanced over at Rachel, pacing in front of Stephanie, her eyes narrowed and cold, a predatory glint that sent a shiver down my spine.Stephanie had been quiet for the most part, her initial panic giving way to a calm resignation. She'd tried to reason with us at first, tried to use whatever power she thought she had over the situation, but Rachel had been relentless, her words sharp and cruel.You really think you're in control here?" Rachel mocked, her voice slicing through the tension in the room like a knife. She leaned in closer to Stephanie, her breath hot against her captive's cheek. "You're nothing, just a pawn in a game you don't even understand.

Chapter Sixty Four : Stephanie's ReturnStephanie opened her eyes to the harsh brightness of the hospital room and winced. Her body felt like a ton of lead, as if it was foreign to her, and her wrists pulsed with a dull ache. The nose-nipping smell of antiseptic filled her nostrils intermingled with the humming noise of machines. She was momentarily convinced that she was dreaming again, trapped in that cold, dark room with the flickering lightbulb.She tried to sit up, but a scream from her muscles stopped her cold. She felt panic start to claw at her chest as fragmented memories assaulted her: the jeering faces, the biting ropes, the chilling thought that maybe she'd never get away.A soft voice finally broke through her haze. "Stephanie?"Her head turned slowly, and she saw Emily standing by her bedside, her face pale and eyes rimmed red from crying. Her sister’s lips trembled as she spoke again, louder this time. “Oh my God, Steph. You’re awake!”Tears blurred Stephanie's vision a

Chapter Sixty Six : Shadows of the PastStephanie stepped into the office with measured steps, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The familiar scent of fresh coffee and printer ink filled the air, but instead of comfort, it brought unease. Everyone seemed to pause at the sight of her, their eyes flitting to her and then away, whispers rising like a tide.She squared her shoulders, pretending not to notice. It was the same office she had worked in for years, yet today, it felt foreign-as if the walls themselves held the weight of what had happened to her.She went directly to her desk and didn't let the staring faze her one iota. The chair creaked as she sat down; her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She had believed coming back would help her feel normal again. In turn, she felt like an exhibit on display."Hey, Stephanie."The voice surprised her, and she turned to see Claire, a colleague, standing hesitantly by her desk. The usually bubbly Claire showed muteness

Chapter Sixty Eight : Closer Than EverStephanie's heels clicked soft on the waxed hardwoods as she followed Noah into his apartment. It was precisely as she had imagined-immaculate, sleekly modern, and not a thing out of place. In fact, it didn't really feel much like a home so much as an exhibit, expertly designed. And yet, there were things in the space that spoke to Noah himself, a few personal photos on the bookshelf, an old baseball glove casually thrown onto a chair.Make yourself at home," Noah said, shrugging out of his suit jacket to sling it over the back of the couch. He loosened his tie as he turned to her, piercing eyes scanning her face. "I know it's not exactly what you're used to, but I figured you'd feel safer here.Stephanie stood awkwardly in the center of the room, clutching the small overnight bag he'd insisted she bring. Safe. That was the whole reason she was here, wasn't it? Yet being this close to Noah--his warmth, his scent, the sheer intensity of his presen

Chapter Seventy: A New PerspectiveNoah fixed a few books on his coffee table to the soft hum of his heater in his cozy living room. It had been quite a whirlwind-two, three days, probably-ever since Stephanie moved in with him temporarily. The routine was still settling in, but the warmth in her presence seemed to take some of the chill off life after everything that went on.Noah fidgeted, adjusting his sweater collar apprehensively. Today, the President and First Lady, Sophia and James, two old friends, were going to pay him a visit. The couple had indeed been supportive over the years but often pushed him to "open up"-the very subject he didn't like talking about.Just then, Stephanie walked in with a tray bearing coffee mugs and a plate of biscuits, all while attired simply in a cream sweater, a pair of jeans, with her hair pulled back in an untidy bun; never did she show an aspect of elegance. "Sure this is okay?" he asked as she laid it down.Noah finally looked up from the t