Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken Vows, New Promises: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Aurora’s POVDamien finally slept, but I couldn’t.I lay beside him in the dark, listening to his slow, steady breaths.His face was relaxed, the sharp lines of his jaw softened by exhaustion. The tension that had been gripping him for days had finally let go.But it wouldn’t last.I knew the moment morning came, he would wake up and throw himself back into his plans—back into the war that hadn’t ended.I turned on my side, staring at the ceiling.This wasn’t over.We had taken down Eve, but now, the pieces she left behind were shifting.Damien’s enemies were waiting for their moment.And that moment was coming soon.I reached out, brushing my fingers against his hand.He stirred, his grip instinctively tightening around mine.Even in sleep, he wouldn’t let me go.And I wouldn’t let him carry this weight alone.Damien’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.Aurora’s body was curled against mine, her head resting on my chest.For a moment, I let myself just be.No enemi

Damien’s POVThe warehouse loomed ahead like a beast waiting to devour me.It was old—rusted metal, broken windows, shadows thick as smoke.I could feel them inside.Aurora.Her captors.My enemies.I adjusted my grip on the gun, my body thrumming with rage.They thought they could take her from me.They thought I’d sit back and wait.They were about to learn just how wrong they were.I exhaled, forcing my heartbeat to slow.Then I moved.Silent. Precise.A shadow among shadows.And I was coming for blood.Aurora’s POVThe ropes bit into my wrists, but I barely felt the pain.Adrenaline drowned out everything else.I had to stay calm.Had to wait for the right moment.The man in front of me—dark suit, cruel smirk—was talking.I wasn’t listening.My focus was on the knife strapped to his belt.On the way he leaned too close.Careless.Weak.I flexed my fingers, preparing.And then—A sound.Faint. Almost imperceptible.But I knew it.Footsteps.Damien.Relief flooded through me, but I

Aurora’s POVSome scars healed.Some never did.Two months had passed since the night Adrian died.Since the blood. Since the fear.And yet, the past still clung to me like a shadow.I watched Damien from across the training room.His movements were precise, controlled.Each punch landed with lethal force.Each strike was a reminder—He was still fighting battles no one could see.He turned, catching me watching.His gaze softened. “You should be resting.”I crossed my arms. “I don’t need rest.”A knowing look flickered across his face. “Nightmares again?”I didn’t answer.Didn’t have to.Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair.“Come here.”I hesitated, but his voice left no room for argument.I walked toward him, stopping just inches away.His fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch gentle despite the callouses.“You’re safe, Aurora.”I swallowed, my throat tight.“I know.”But did I believe it?Damien’s POVAurora wasn’t the same.Neither was I.She smiled, but it never

Aurora’s POVI should have felt relieved.Adrian was dead.But instead of peace, there was a name I didn’t know, a war I didn’t see coming.Damien’s estate was on lockdown. Guards doubled. Security cameras monitored every inch of the perimeter.But none of it mattered.Because the real threat wasn’t outside these walls.It was watching from the shadows.The Name That Changed EverythingMarcus stood at the head of the table, tension thick in his voice.“We traced the sniper’s position.” He slid a folder toward Damien. “They were already gone by the time we got there, but they left something behind.”Damien flipped the folder open.Inside was a symbol.A black insignia, burned into the back of a leather glove.I frowned. “What is that?”Marcus hesitated. “It belongs to an organization called The Syndicate.”The air in the room shifted.Damien went still.Marcus continued, voice measured. “They’re powerful. Global. They don’t just run crime—they own it. Drugs, weapons, politics… even ent

Aurora’s POVThe silence in Damien’s study was suffocating.Ever since we learned Adrian was only a piece of a larger enemy, Damien had been different.Colder.More distant.Like he was already preparing for war.And I had no doubt Elias Blackwell was a war unlike any we had faced before.I gripped my hands together, standing in the doorway. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”Damien didn’t look up. He was loading a gun, his movements precise, controlled. “I have to.”I swallowed hard. “To find Elias?”His jaw clenched. “To stop him before he gets to you.”And that was what this was really about.I stepped closer. “You don’t have to do this alone.”He finally looked up then, his gray eyes shadowed. “Yes, I do.”But I wasn’t about to let him disappear into the night without knowing where he was going.Because I wasn’t losing him.Not now.Not ever.Damien’s POVRussia.I hated coming back here.Too many ghosts. Too many memories I didn’t want to relive.But if I wanted answers, I needed to t