Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 114

Chapter 114 – The Other Future

Pain came first everywhere.

It lived in her bones, grinding, like something inside her had been cracked and poorly put back together.

Miexha tried to move. Even the smallest twitch— Agony.

It tore through her nerves like lightning, leaving her breath shattered in her throat.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Red. Everything was red.

Dim, pulsing light bled across the room like a slow, dying heartbeat.

This wasn't a hospital. Not the Dom Mansion.

She lay on a massive bed draped in black silk, swallowing her whole. The sheets clung to her skin like something alive.

The walls— Carved with deep crimson grooves that pulsed faintly, like veins beneath stone.

Shadows gathered in the corners. Watching.

She tried to sit up— Metal scraped. Chains. 

Her ankles were bound.

Slowly, painfully, she turned her head.

Her body felt... wrong, smaller. Her arms, thin. Her skin was pale and sickly.

She looked up and froze.

Across the room, a tall standing mirror reflected someone who wasn't her.

Silver hair spilled over narrow shoulders. Soft, rounded cheeks.

And eyes— Luminous green. Glowing faintly in the dark.

Her lips parted, but no sound came.

That girl looked both ancient and young. Like something that didn't belong to time

Her hand trembled as she raised it.

Her gaze dropped to her finger.

Where her wedding ring used to be— Something else had taken its place.

A living band.

It coiled tightly around her finger, pulsing softly. Its surface shifted, breathing, as if aware of her.

Her breath turned shallow.

She looked down at herself— Bruises scattered across her skin.

Faint bite marks. Thin red lines trailing from her wrists to her collarbone... up her neck.

The door creaked open. A man stepped in.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Red hair falling messily around a face carved from something harder than flesh. Scars marked his body like history written in violence.

He carried a tray.

Miexha's voice slipped out before she could stop it.

"...Ron?"

The tray rattled in his hands. Then he laughed.

A sick, guttural sound. Like something human pretending to be.

"Fuck..." he breathed.
"I missed that voice."

He set the tray aside. Walked toward her slowly.

Miexha recoiled instinctively, dragging the chains with her.

Her breath came fast. Uneven.

This wasn't the Thyron she remembered, the boy she once trusted.

This was something else.