His Bride, Her Revenge-Chapter 86: Secrets in the Dark

The silence that followed the explosion was louder than the blast itself. Smoke coiled in the shattered ruins of the throne room, the scent of scorched velvet and blood hanging thick in the air. Cambria’s ears rang her vision a smear of firelight and shadows. Somewhere in the distance, a scream echoed a woman’s voice, raw with grief and rage.

She pushed herself off the marble floor, her hand trembling as it brushed against a cracked tile slick with blood. Evelyn’s blood.

But Evelyn was gone.

Not dead. Not this time. The message had been clear the suicide was a ruse, a staged illusion meant to buy time, to distract. Someone else had helped her disappear. And now, Cambria was alone again in a palace full of ghosts.

Lucien’s voice still haunted her, echoing from the moments before the explosion. "You are the weapon, Cambria. Project Pandora is you."

Her pulse thundered.

She turned to find Maddox sprawled across the debris-strewn steps of the dais, unmoving. Her heart lurched. She stumbled toward him, falling to her knees beside his body. A gash marred his temple, and soot smeared across his once-white shirt. But his chest still rose and fell shallow, but alive.

Relief broke through her like sunlight through storm clouds.

"Maddox," she whispered, touching his face. "Come on. I need you."

Behind her, soldiers shouted. The few still loyal to the Blackwood bloodline flooded in, weapons drawn, scanning the chaos for threats. Knox’s forces had retreated, but Cambria knew better than to believe the battle was over.

It was only the beginning.

She stood, shaky but defiant. "Secure the perimeter," she commanded. "Lock down the eastern wing. No one gets in or out. And find General Rhys. I want eyes on every corridor."

The captain nodded sharply, then turned to relay her orders.

A soft groan pulled her back to Maddox. His eyes fluttered open, pain etched deep in their golden-brown depths.

"Cam..."

"I’m here," she murmured.

He tried to sit up but winced. "What happened?"

"An explosion. Someone set it off after Evelyn’s...disappearance."

Maddox frowned. "She’s alive?"

Cambria hesitated. "She left a message. She faked her death. Someone helped her."

His jaw tightened. "Then the game’s changed."

Cambria nodded. "Everything has."

Later that night, Cambria slipped into the ancient catacombs beneath the palace corridors untouched by sunlight for centuries. She carried a lantern, its flame flickering against the stone walls carved with sigils of her ancestors. These tunnels had once been escape routes, secret paths used by kings and queens when betrayal stalked the court.

Now, they were her only path to the truth. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

At the far end of a narrow hall, a hidden chamber opened a forgotten war room used during the reign of Queen Seraphine Blackwood, Cambria’s great-grandmother. Maps still clung to the walls, faded ink marking territories lost to time.

But Cambria wasn’t here for history.

She was here for secrets.

At the center of the room stood a tall, hooded figure.

"You came," the voice rasped.

Cambria didn’t flinch. "You said you had answers."

The hood fell back, revealing a gaunt face one she knew from sketches, old portraits in dusty books.

Valen Drex.

The last surviving architect of Project Pandora.

"You should be dead," Cambria whispered.

"I was," he replied. "Until Lucien found me."

Her blood turned cold. "Why? Why revive a war criminal?"

"Because he needed me to unlock you."

Cambria’s heart slammed against her ribs. "Unlock me?"

Valen stepped closer. "Project Pandora was never just about power. It was about control. You are the culmination of every failed prototype, every abandoned soul. But you weren’t meant to live freely. You were meant to obey."

She clenched her fists. "I’m not a puppet."

"No," he said softly. "But someone else holds the strings."

Meanwhile, far above, in the Tower of Silence Knox stood before a massive screen, dozens of surveillance feeds flickering across it. One feed showed Cambria in the catacombs.

"She’s close," he muttered. "Too close."

Beside him, Sophia Drake smirked. "Then it’s time we showed her the truth."

Knox turned to her. "Release Subject Zero."

Sophia arched her brow. "You’re serious?"

"If Cambria is the prototype...then it’s time we introduced her to the original."

Back in the catacombs, Valen drew out a small device, an old injector, humming with dormant energy.

"This contains the activation code," he said. "Lucien never used it. He feared what it would awaken."

Cambria stared at it. Her instincts screamed at her to destroy it. But another part, the part that remembered Evelyn’s warning, Knox’s betrayal, and Lucien’s lies, knew the truth wouldn’t come without a price.

"What happens if I use it?"

"You’ll become what you were always meant to be."

A weapon. A queen. A reckoning.

Cambria reached for it

and the wall behind her exploded.

A blur of motion, a shriek of metal and bone, something lunged into the chamber, humanoid but monstrous. Glowing eyes. Black veins pulsing with venom.

Subject Zero.

Valen screamed. The creature struck, ripping into him with claws like obsidian.

Cambria stumbled back, shielding her face as blood splattered the stone walls.

The creature turned to her.

Recognition flickered in its eyes.

Not hate.

Not rage.

Something worse.

Obedience.

And then it knelt.

"My Queen," it rasped.

Cambria’s breath caught.

Behind her, the injector lay on the floor, broken.

She wasn’t activated. Not yet.

But the original was.

And it had chosen her.

Cambria stepped forward slowly, her hand trembling. Subject Zero remained perfectly still, its head bowed in reverence. The very air seemed to hum around it, vibrating with dormant power. Despite its monstrous form, there was an intelligence behind its glowing eyes, one that chilled her to the bone.

"What are you?" she whispered.

Subject Zero lifted its gaze. "I am what came before you. The experiment that lived. The failure that became legend."

Valen, slumped and bleeding against the far wall, coughed. "He was the first. The prototype they swore to bury. Too unstable... too aware."

"And yet," Subject Zero murmured, "I waited. For her."

A soft grinding sound echoed through the chamber. Behind the throne of maps, a panel in the wall shifted, revealing a hidden stairwell spiraling deeper into darkness.

Subject Zero gestured toward it. "Down there lies the true core of Pandora. What they never told you. What even Lucien feared."

Cambria’s spine stiffened. Her choice loomed: follow the path and risk everything or walk away and remain half a weapon.

Above them, in the Tower of Silence, Knox watched the feed.

"She’s going deeper."

Sophia smiled. "Just as we planned."

Knox narrowed his eyes. "Then it’s time we awaken the others."

Subject Zero has awakened and recognized Cambria as its queen. A deeper layer of the Pandora project has been revealed, hidden beneath the palace. Cambria must decide whether to descend into the darkness for the truth. Meanwhile, Knox prepares to unleash a new wave of engineered beings and the rest of the forgotten prototypes.