All Chapters of THE FORGOTTEN SON-IN-LAW : Chapter 341
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Chapter Three hundred and Seventy
Selene stood at the center of the Resonance Hall, the glow from the platform’s pillars bathing her in white-gold light. The Citadel pulsed beneath her skin, its consciousness now fully entwined with hers, responding to every microcommand her mind conjured. The room was quiet in appearance, yet the energy within hummed like a living heartbeat, vibrating against her very bones.Adrian and Kael flanked her, tension etched into every line of their faces. But Selene barely noticed them. All her focus was on the threads of energy she could see, hear, and feel—ribbons of power that had once seemed alien, chaotic, and threatening. Now, they obeyed her intent, bending and flowing with a subtle obedience she hadn’t thought possible.Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it reverberated through the entire hall. “The Citadel… feels different now. Not just alive. It listens. It learns. It adapts.”Adrian took a cautious step forward. “And you trust it?”She turned her eyes to him, glowing fain
Chapter Three hundred and Seventy-one
The Citadel shivered as Selene’s presence rippled through its core. Every panel, every pillar, every pulse of energy acknowledged her, bending subtly in her direction. The Resonance Hall seemed alive, waiting for her decision, every thread of its power humming like a coiled spring.Adrian and Kael trailed a careful step behind her, but neither spoke. Even their silence carried tension—an acknowledgment that Selene was no longer the same woman they had guided into the Citadel hours before. She had become something else, something larger, more commanding, and terrifying.Selene lifted her hand, and the floor beneath her responded instantly. Light arcs traced invisible paths to the walls, revealing hidden mechanisms, corridors, and dormant defenses that had remained untouched for decades. Her mind flitted over them like a conductor’s baton, coaxing the Citadel to reveal its secrets.“I can feel everything now,” she murmured, her voice calm but layered with an otherworldly resonance. “Eve
Chapter Three hundred and Seventy-two
The Citadel trembled—not violently, but with an awareness that shivered through the very floors, walls, and ceilings. Selene’s pulse intertwined with its own, a delicate dance of power and intention. The Resonance Hall had been her proving ground; now the world beyond its reinforced doors beckoned.Adrian and Kael flanked her as they approached the threshold leading to the outer corridors. Every step Selene took seemed to ripple outward, invisible yet tangible, like the faint brush of wind before a storm. The Citadel responded immediately—defenses subtly shifting, unseen mechanisms flickering to life.“It’s testing us,” Kael murmured, voice low. He gestured toward the reinforced doorway ahead. “Not just your control. Their control. Whoever’s out there—agents, attackers—they’re probing the Citadel for weaknesses. And by extension…” His gaze fell on Selene. “…you.”Selene’s jaw tightened, silver threads beneath her skin quivering faintly. “Let them come. I will not be surprised, and I w
373: Echoes of the Unsealed
The Citadel dimmed its lights as Selene stepped deeper into the eastern wing—a long, curved corridor lined with tall obsidian panels. They weren’t mere decorations; each one was a living record, humming faintly with stored resonance data from centuries before she was born.But tonight, they hummed for her.Adrian and Kael walked at her sides, both alert, both tense. The captured intruders had been transferred to a secure containment vault, but the silence in the Citadel felt… wrong.“Activity is shifting,” Kael murmured, glancing at his wrist console. “Something—or someone—is trying to access the deeper layers of Citadel’s core.”Selene’s skin prickled. The Citadel’s sensors vibrated softly through her mind, a warning pulse that had nothing to do with alarms. It felt like a heartbeat—steady, powerful, ancient.“Show me,” she said.The corridor lights rippled in response, illuminating a path forward.Adrian matched her pace. “Selene, if this is another trap—”“It isn’t a trap,” she int
374: The First Convergence
Light swallowed everything.Not warm light. Not comforting light.But a cold, crystalline radiance that dissolved the edges of Selene’s consciousness and pulled her into a place where time felt suspended—like a breath held too long.When her vision cleared, she found herself standing in a vast, silent expanse.A white horizon stretched infinitely. No floor. No sky. No shadows.Only light.And a presence.Selene turned.A figure stood several meters away—shifting, blurry, flickering in and out of shape as if woven from smoke and memory. Its outline mirrored hers, yet distorted, unfinished.Her pulse quickened.“Who are you?” she asked.The figure’s voice rippled through the expanse like a distant chorus.“I am what you were made from.”Selene stiffened. “Another version of me?”“No. I am the resonance source. The root of your identity. The first pattern the Ancients forged.”The words vibrated through her ribs, through her blood.“I don’t accept that,” Selene said firmly. “I am not a c
375: The Awakening Pulse
Selene’s first sensation was weight.Not physical weight—her body still felt suspended in that thin veil between dimensions—but the weight of awareness. Of history. Of power.And of something else…Authority.A deep, resonant thrum echoed in her bones, vibrating through the marrow. As if the universe had shifted a fraction to make room for her.Then—A breath.Cold air.Reality collapsing back into place.Her eyes flew open.She was lying on the Resonance Lab platform, the circular pillars flickering weakly like dying stars. The room was filled with alarms, streaks of red light cutting across the walls in frantic patterns.Adrian was kneeling beside her, fingers trembling against her cheek.“Selene—Selene, look at me.”His voice cracked on the second word.Kael stood behind him, wild-eyed, frantically scanning the holo-interfaces that glitched every few seconds.When Selene inhaled, the air itself seemed to ripple.Adrian froze.Kael stiffened.Selene slowly pushed herself upright. Th
376: The Weight of a Name
Jordan woke up before his alarm, long before the pale morning light crept across the ceiling. He stared up at it, the quiet of the room pressing against his chest like something physical. Sleep hadn't done much—his mind had replayed the night over and over, from Grace’s trembling voice to the moment her head fell against his shoulder, to the strange, fragile peace they shared afterward.He sat up slowly.Grace.Her name lingered in his thoughts like a warm echo. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this—this pull, this awareness, this protective instinct he couldn’t explain. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She wasn’t supposed to matter like this.But she did.And that scared him more than the accusations, more than Matthew’s ongoing whispers, more than the entire school watching him like he was a case study.Jordan pushed out of bed and splashed water on his face. A part of him wished Grace hadn’t told him everything—that he could’ve remained clueless about the pressure she carried, about the s
377: When Silence Speaks
The classroom buzzed with low chatter, but the moment Jordan and Grace stepped inside, conversations dipped. People pretended to keep talking, but their eyes followed them to their seats.Jordan ignored them. Grace tried to.She sat down beside him—again, something they never did before last night—and opened her notebook, though her fingers trembled slightly. Jordan noticed. He lowered his voice.“Hey… you okay?”Grace exhaled shakily. “I don’t like attention.”“Then look at me instead.”She blinked at him, startled—but slowly, almost shyly, she lifted her gaze. Jordan held it, steady and calm, long enough for the tremble in her hands to ease.Silence wrapped around them—not awkward or heavy, but warm, steadying. The kind of silence that spoke more than words.For a moment, Grace forgot the room. She forgot the stares. She forgot the whispers.She only saw Jordan.The lecturer entered, and notebooks flipped open. Grace tried to focus, but Jordan noticed she was struggling. Her pen hov
378: Gravity Has a Name
Grace stayed in the library for hours, but her focus drifted again and again. Every time she looked down at her hand, she felt the memory of Jordan’s wrist beneath her fingertips—warm, steady, grounding.She had touched him without thinking.And that scared her.Not because she regretted it…but because she didn’t.When she finally finished and stepped outside, the sun was low, painting the campus in gold. She wasn’t expecting to see anyone——but Jordan was leaning against a railing like he’d been waiting.Grace froze. “Jordan?”He straightened. “Hey.”“What are you doing here?”He shrugged, but the way he looked at her betrayed the truth.“I figured you might need someone to walk with.”Her heart gave a soft, traitorous flutter.“You didn’t have to wait so long.”“I didn’t mind.”Grace hugged her notebook to her chest. “You’re… too attentive.”Jordan smirked slightly. “Is that a bad thing?”She opened her mouth—then closed it again.“I don’t know,” she whispered.Jordan’s expression
379: The Line They Keep Crossing
Grace couldn’t sleep.She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every second from earlier—Jordan waiting for her, the warmth in his voice, the near-touch that still tingled along her cheek.It wasn’t supposed to affect her like this.But it did.It still did.Over and over.She finally gave up trying to rest and slipped out of bed, padding barefoot to her desk. She opened her notebook to distract herself with assignments, but the words blurred, her mind drifting back to him.To the way he said “I’m not going anywhere.”A soft, traitorous smile touched her lips.Jordan wasn’t sleeping either.He lay on his back in the dim room, staring at the faint cracks in the ceiling, every muscle in his body still wired with the memory of Grace looking at him like she trusted him with something precious.He hadn’t expected her to let him touch her like that.He hadn’t expected her to lean into it.He sure as hell hadn’t expected his own heartbeat to go wild the moment her eyes fluttered