Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 57

The vial in my hand felt heavier than glass and liquid–it carried my last shed of hope.

As I walked through the corridor toward Francesco’s chambers, I held it tightly, afraid that if loosened my grip, my resolve would crumble with it. Each step echoed with uncertainty, and every breath I took was laced with fear.

I prayed silently, desperately–that the potion would work

That it would bring him back.

That it would d bring tus back.

I couldn’t bear the thought of Francesco forgetting me.

Our first encounter under the storm, when he towered like a god cloaked in moonlight. The way! That night, I thought I was about to die. Instead, I met him. And life has never been the same since

wy his eve

eyes met mine–curious, wary, and strangely tender.

My first painting I gave him–the portrait of the woman. Anastasia, His late mate. I thought I had overstepped, but instead, he saw me. Saw my heart, my soul, in every brushstroke

And then…our first real conversation. Standing by the blue rose bush in the garden, beneath the soft twilight. The same roses that only bloom for him. We didn’t say much that day, but everything changed after it. Something unseen sparked between us. Fragile, new, and yet undeniable

Now, to imagine him forgetting all of that? Forgetting me!

it was a thought sharp enough to carve wounds in my soul.

Be brave, Ellaine… I whispered to myself, it won’t happen. You’ve got this.

But no amount of inner encouragement could slow the hammering of my heart,

When I arrived, Francesco was seated by the tall, arched window in his chambers. He sat in complete stillness, staring out at the grave of ancient trees that bordered the estate. His posture was tense but regal, like a statue carved from living shadow. The sunlight poured through the panes behind him, casting a golden hue around his figure, but he seemed untouched by it–like the light no longer recognized him.

And when he turned to look at me, my world collapsed.

His eyes, once sp fierce and soulful, held no trace of recognition

No warmth. No spark.

Just confusion and emptiness.

“China…” I breathed, the words falling

My body moved on instinct.

g like ash from my lips.

“Francesco,” I whispered, stepping forward as gently as I could. I didn’t want to startle him.

He blinked but he didn’t smile.

Didn’t stand. Didn’t reach out.

Didn’t say my name.

“Francesco, Itried again. “It’s me. Ellaine”

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He didn’t respond. Only his brows furrowed slightly as if trying to make sense of something just beyond his grasp

“brought something for you,” I said uhly, holding out the small, iridescent val “Please. Drink it.”

He eyed it with suspicion. “Who are you?”

Those words. Who are you?

They hit me like a blade between the ribs.

My heart cracked–shattered into pieces so small I wasn’t sure I could ever put them back Ingether again.

But I didn’t let the pain show on my face.

Instead, I walked slowly to him and knelt before him, holding the vial in both hands,

“I’m someone who loves you,” I said, voice trembling. “Someone who won’t let you go without a fight.”

For a second, just one fleeting second, his eyes flickered. A spark. A shadow of recognition. A flickering candle in a dark, storm–tossed room.

It was enough.

Juncorked the vial, brought it to his Eps.

And he drank.

At first, nothing happened.

He sat still, blinking, confused. Then, all at once–he gasped, clutching his head in agony. His back arched as light burst from the center of his chest like a shockwave. Shadows twisted along the walls, curling ke tendrils of smoke. The room pulsed with energy–chaotic, ancient, wild.

His body trembled, teeth clenched, eyes wide.

And then–he collapsed

“No!” I screamed, lunging forward just in time to catch him before his head hit the floor.

“Francescol

His body felt like lead in my arms. Heavy Lifeless

I pressed my ear to his chest–his heartbeat was there, faint but steady. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding

He was alive. But unconscious.

I laid him down gently on the cushions and sat beside him, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. My hands shook as I cradled his face, his skin still warm under my touch.

I didn’t know if the potion worked. I didn’t know if he’d ever open his eyes and see me again.

But I would wait.

I would wait!

for him for as long as it book.

An hour passed.

Then two

Knock Knock

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A quiet knock at the door drew my attention.

Beta Alfonso stepped in silently, followed by Monica. Their expressions were grave, their eyes immediately scanning Francesco’s sleeping form

I shook my head quickly. “He’s stillasleep. No change yet

They nodded solemnly. Monica stepped forward and placed a small cup filled with a warm, golden liquid beside me.

“Ginger and wildflower she whispered. “To help your strength”

I give him a sad smile

mile “Thank you

(you,” I mummured, my voice barely above a whisper,

They left without another word.

I stared at the cup for a moment, then took a long sip. The warmth spread through my chest, slightly calming the tremble in my hands.

And then–his fingers twitched.

My eyes widened. I set the cup down quickly and rushed back to his side, grabbing his hand.

“Francesco?” I whispered, afraid to hope. Alraid to breathe.

Slowly, painfully slowly, his eyelids fluttered.

And then-

He opened his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes, filled with storm and fire.

They blinked at me once.

Twice.

And then, “Ellaine?”

He said my name.

My knees gave out beneath me as tears flooded my eyes. I buried my face in his hand and nodded. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

He pushed himself up slowly, his movements sluggish. He cupped my face between his trembling hands, his gaze searching every inch of me as it anchoring himself in reality.

“What… what happened?” he asked, his voice hoarse

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