All Chapters of Broken Vows, New Promises: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aurora’s POVI should have been prepared for his answer.I wasn’t.The words left Damien’s mouth in a cold, sharp whisper, cutting through the silence like a blade.“Moreau didn’t just experiment on me. He created me.”My heart slammed against my ribs.Created.The word didn’t belong in this conversation.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Damien sat in the passenger seat, hands clenched into fists, his entire body tense as if waiting for me to run.As if expecting me to.I swallowed hard.“What… what does that mean?”He exhaled slowly. “It means I was never meant to be free.”Damien’s POVThe truth sat between us, heavy and unshakable.I waited for her to speak.Waited for the fear.Waited for the disgust.Instead, Aurora reached out and placed a hand over mine.Not running.Not flinching.Just waiting.I didn’t deserve that.But I gave her the truth anyway.“They conditioned me from childhood,” I said quietly. “Before Moreau, I was no one. Just another orphan. But he… he chang

Aurora’s POVThe silence outside the stronghold was deceptive.We had won this battle—but the war was far from over.Damien stood beside me, his breathing heavy, his gaze locked on the burning remnants of the facility. His hands were still stained with blood, his body tense, his mind elsewhere.Leo paced behind us, his gun still in hand. “That was too easy.”I turned to him. “Easy?”Leo met my gaze. “Cyrus went down without much of a fight. That doesn’t sit right with me.”A cold chill ran down my spine.He was right.Cyrus had been a high-ranking member of The Order. He had trained Damien, controlled him for years. A man like that didn’t just… die without a contingency plan.Damien exhaled, finally shifting his gaze away from the flames. “Then we prepare for whatever comes next.”I nodded, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.And I was right.Because that night, The Order struck back.Leo’s POVWe were on the road when the first explosion hit.The

Damien’s POVThe man standing before me exuded control.He wasn’t just another pawn of The Order. He wasn’t a soldier, or a disposable asset.He was someone bigger. Someone worse.His cold, calculating gaze studied me as if I were an unfinished project. His tailored suit was immaculate, not a speck of blood or dust tainting the fabric—like he was untouchable, like the chaos unfolding around us didn’t concern him in the slightest.And then, he smiled.A slow, knowing curve of his lips, like he had been waiting for this moment.For me.“Well, Damien,” he said smoothly, his voice as sharp as a blade. “It took you long enough.”I kept my gun steady. “Who the hell are you?”His smile didn’t falter. “I suppose you wouldn’t remember me. Not fully.”My fingers curled tighter around my weapon. “Try me.”He took a step closer. Leo tensed beside me, his own gun raised, while Aurora shifted slightly, putting herself into a better position to strike.The man noticed—of course, he did.And yet, he

Damien’s POVThe wind screamed across the cliffs like a warning howl. From where I stood, the estate grounds below looked like a fortress — bristling with armed men, reinforced gates, surveillance drones scanning every inch of the land. But it wasn’t enough. Not this time.This wasn’t just about Adrian anymore. He had been a symptom. The true disease — Monroe — had been growing unchecked for years, cloaked in shadows, orchestrating everything from genetic experiments to political manipulation.And I had been his prized creation.I clenched my fists. The truth was a poison I hadn’t finished swallowing. Monroe had tampered with my DNA, bred me to be a weapon. Every scar, every ability I’d thought I’d earned was a calculated result.The flash drive Aurora had found in Elias’s safe had confirmed everything — Project ECHO was real. And I was its last remaining product.Behind me, the sound of footsteps echoed. I didn’t turn. I knew it was her.Aurora’s presence was the only thing keeping m

Aurora’s POVSilence settled over the war room like a thick fog.The screen still flickered with the final frame of Monroe’s message, his face frozen in a half-smile that made my skin crawl. Damien hadn’t moved for what felt like minutes. He stood there, hands clenched into fists, shoulders rigid, as if every word had been branded into his skin.Daemon.The name echoed in my mind like a curse. A clone—not just a replica of Damien, but something more, something… engineered to be unstoppable. A being grown in shadows, meant to take Damien’s place in the world. In leadership. In memory."What do we do now?" I finally asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.Damien didn’t turn. "We find him," he said. "We stop him before Monroe unleashes him.""How do we even begin to look for something that’s been hidden from everyone?" Zoe asked, pacing. Her face was drawn, eyes red. "He could be anywhere. Monroe planned this for years. This isn’t just a rogue science experiment. This is a goddamn in