Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Blood and Moonlight: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

The courtroom buzzed with tension as the final gavel came down. Sylvia Monroe stood tall, poised, and unflinching as the judge delivered the verdict. She had won, and now the air was electric with anticipation.“All charges against Mr. James Jones are hereby dismissed,” the judge announced, his voice firm. “The court finds insufficient evidence to proceed.”A wave of relief washed over the defense table as Sylvia’s client, James Jones, exhaled loudly, his broad shoulders slumping in exhaustion. He turned to Sylvia, his expression one of disbelief mixed with gratitude.“You did it. I’m free,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.Sylvia simply nodded, her expression unreadable. She didn’t need to say anything; the courtroom’s silence spoke volumes. The media exploded as cameras flashed, reporters swarming like vultures as they tried to get their questions in.“Miss Monroe! How did you pull off such a stunning victory?”“Do you think Mr. Jones was wrongfully accused?”“Is the truth finally out

Sylvia jerked awake, her body rigid, drenched in cold sweat. The living room around her was dark, save for the flickering light from the TV casting eerie shadows on the walls. She gasped for air, feeling the weight of panic pressing against her chest like an iron vice. Her body felt wrong—heavy, sticky, foreign. She glanced down in horror, her hands trembling as she saw blood splattered across her clothes and hands. Her heart lurched in her chest as she realized the source of the crimson stain.Blood. Everywhere.She swallowed hard, her stomach churning as she stood up, the sickening weight of the blood-drenched room pressing down on her. Her feet faltered beneath her, unsteady as she took in the scene. The silence was deafening—too quiet, too still. The house that once felt like home was now a suffocating tomb, a place filled with death and unanswered questions.Her eyes darted to the floor, where her parents lay—lifeless, still. Her mother, Grace, was slumped against the couch, her

Marie was alone in the house, her hands trembling as she wiped away the fresh tears that stained her cheeks. She had been cleaning for hours, trying to keep herself occupied, but the memories of what happened that night kept flooding her mind. The bodies of Sylvia’s parents, the blood, the chaos—it was all too much to bear. Her heart ached for the young woman who had been forced to flee, to run from a world that now saw her as a criminal. But there was nothing she could do. All she had were these memories, and a few belongings she had managed to hide before the police and others came for them.As Marie passed by the living room, her eyes fell on the family photos on the wall. She stopped for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed at the images of Sylvia’s parents—bright, smiling faces, full of life and promise. But now they were gone. Murdered, and their daughter was left with nothing but suspicion and fear.Marie’s heart sank further. She couldn’t stand it. She had