Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe 190

Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe 190 Summary

In Chapter 190 of “Midnight Letters” by Daniel Crowe, Aysel witnesses a dramatic confrontation with Dariusz, who reveals the depths of his cowardice and betrayal. Dariusz, once admired for his noble character, confesses to fleeing overseas after taking money from Celestine, who had ordered him never to return. The atmosphere is heavy with his fear and guilt, as he faces the wrath of Skylar, who relentlessly punishes him for his treachery. Each blow she delivers transforms Dariusz physically and symbolically, exposing the rot within him that belies his former charm.

Skylar’s fury is palpable as she confronts Dariusz, calling him “filth of your own making.” Aysel reflects on the painful memories of Dariusz’s past actions, realizing that he had manipulated many, including those who had once defended Celestine. The revelation of his cowardice, juxtaposed with the admiration he once received, sends Aysel spiraling into despair. She is reminded of the torment caused by those he had “saved” and the loss of Yuna Ward, intensifying her emotional turmoil.

As Dariusz crumbles before Aysel and Skylar, he pleads for mercy, but his desperation is met with disdain. His attempts to charm Aysel again are grotesque, revealing the depths of his degradation. Skylar’s disgust is evident, and she proposes dragging Dariusz back to expose Celestine, while Aysel contemplates the leverage Dariusz might still hold over them. The tension escalates as Aysel questions him about what he can offer in exchange for his life, knowing he has been entangled with Celestine for years.

In a moment of sheer panic, Dariusz is physically pinned to the table, symbolizing his helplessness and the consequences of his actions. Aysel’s calm demeanor contrasts sharply with Dariusz’s frantic state, revealing her transformation from a naive girl to a figure of power. As Dariusz begins to divulge dark secrets about Celestine, the atmosphere shifts from one of confrontation to a chilling revelation of past horrors, leaving Aysel and Skylar poised to uncover the truth behind Celestine’s ruthless reputation.

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**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 190**

**Aysel’s POV**

“That’s everything…” Dariusz’s voice quivered, trembling like a frightened deer caught in the hunter’s gaze. “I took the money and fled overseas. Celestine ordered me never to return for the rest of my life—but she would wire me a sum regularly.”

The air around him was thick with the stench of cowardice—sour fear, stale deceit, and a faint whiff of aged greed. It was a scent that wrapped around him like a shroud, clinging to his skin and revealing his true nature.

Once upon a time, both Dariusz and his family had harbored dreams of grandeur, aspirations that reached far beyond their grasp. But then there was Celestine… Celestine Ward, a woman as vicious as a wolf raised on a diet of resentment and bitterness. She was venomous, calculating, and patient, a predator whose smiles were nothing more than finely crafted traps.

Even during their feigned camaraderie, Dariusz had felt it—an unsettling prickling at the nape of his neck, a cold shiver of impending doom slithering down his spine, as if her shadowed presence was eternally poised to pounce. He was haunted by a primal fear of her, a fear that was etched into his very being, a scent-memory that would never fade.

Suddenly, a sharp CRACK echoed through the room.

Skylar’s palm collided with his cheek—hard enough to send his head whipping sideways, the impact resonating through the stillness. But she was not done; the Frostfang she-wolf struck him again, her fury unrelenting.

And again.

With each blow, Dariusz’s face transformed, swelling grotesquely, his features contorting into something unrecognizable—a bruised visage that reflected the true nature of his cowardice.

“Celestine Ward is poison,” Skylar hissed, her fangs bared in a snarl that promised retribution. “But you—” she jabbed a finger at him, her voice dripping with contempt, “you’re filth of your own making.”

Who could have imagined that the once-admired “noble, gentle senior,” the Dariusz everyone revered for his so-called pure heart, was rotting from within, reeking of decay and cowardice?

After his orchestrated “death,” countless people had adorned him with halos, painting him as a martyr.

Those he had “saved” had naturally become fervent defenders of Celestine, a situation that had brought me endless torment.

Yuna Ward’s death had once nearly shattered my spirit.

Now, the revelation of Dariusz’s truth felt like a nightmare clawing its way back into my reality.

Thinking back to how Damon Blackwood’s old entourage had wielded “gratitude” as a weapon against me, I could feel Skylar’s rage reigniting beside me, a wildfire of indignation.

Dariusz stood frozen, unwilling to resist.

He had already learned the hard way that Celestine Ward was imprisoned. When Skylar had struck him earlier, the guards outside—armed with pistols and bearing the bloodied auras of wolves who had seen true battle—had even cracked the door to check on the commotion.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could win this fight.

If he dared to retaliate, he knew he wouldn’t be leaving this room with all his limbs intact.

In a moment of desperation, he erupted into loud, ugly sobs, a mixture of snot, tears, and blood cascading down his face—nothing like the polished, charming man who had walked in mere moments before.

He threw himself at my feet, his forehead slamming against the floor repeatedly, a desperate plea for mercy.

“Miss Vale, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry! I know I was wrong! I had no choice! Celestine forced me! I only followed the script she wrote! Please, forgive me—I’ll do anything, anything you want—”

The final words dripped with the same insidious insinuation he had once used to charm wealthy patrons.

He even attempted to cast a seductive glance my way—an instinctual habit.

It was utterly pathetic.

Given the disarray of his face, the attempt was nothing short of grotesque.

Skylar grimaced and delivered a swift kick to him.

“Burn my eyes, why don’t you?” she muttered, her voice laced with disgust.

She then turned to me, her eyes fierce. “Well? What do you think? Should we drag him back to the homeland and expose Celestine along with him?”

My gaze fell upon Dariusz, cold and unyielding.

He flinched under the weight of my scrutiny—my Moonvale bloodline aura pressing down on him like an inescapable shroud.

“You want me to spare you?” I asked softly, my voice a whisper that cut through the tension. “What do you believe you can offer me in exchange for mercy?”

After all, he had been entangled with Celestine for years.

Even after his departure, she had continued to send him money.

There was no conceivable scenario in which he wasn’t holding some form of leverage—insurance against her wrath.

Dariusz’s expression twisted, a chaotic blend of fear, calculation, greed, and panic battling beneath the surface of his skin.

He was caught in a web of uncertainty, unsure whether Celestine was truly finished or if I was merely exaggerating to manipulate him.

The evidence he possessed was undeniably valuable. As long as the Moonvale Pack remained intact, he could still extract benefits from the shadows.

But if he surrendered it to me… he would lose his last bargaining chip.

And what if I deceived him?

What if I took the evidence and ended his life anyway?

If I were in his position—after all he had done—he would want me dead too.

“Ah—!”

A shriek erupted from him, raw and desperate.

Cold sweat poured from his pores, soaking his clothes.

In his moment of hesitation, a fruit knife buried itself through the back of his hand—metal slicing into flesh, pinning him to the table like a specimen for dissection.

Blood soaked into the wood beneath him, a vivid reminder of his own frailty.

“You think,” I said, my voice calm as the depths of winter, “that I was negotiating with you?”

The soundproofing of the room was impeccable.

Outside, the music swelled, a distant cacophony that contrasted starkly with the intensity within.

When Skylar moved, Dariusz still clung to a thread of hope.

But when I moved—when I remained seated, silent and steady—it shattered him completely.

In that moment, he understood:

I was far, far more ruthless than Skylar.

Real terror consumed him, swallowing him whole.

In his eyes, my reflection mirrored the gaze of a wolf who had once known gentleness—until wolves like him and Celestine had torn her apart.

I was no longer the soft, easily deceived girl he had once manipulated.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” he babbled, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears and sweat mingled on his face, a grotesque mask of despair.

He didn’t dare wipe either away; even blinking felt like a perilous risk.

“Celestine—Celestine Ward, to build her ‘genius’ reputation, she ruined several girls back then. One of them was strong-willed and tried to sue her. Then—then the girl’s father got into a car accident… he’s paralyzed from the waist down now… still in the hospital…”

His sobs grew more frantic, the scent of his terror filling the room, suffocating the air around us.

Conclusion

In the aftermath of Dariusz’s confession, the air hung heavy with the weight of his shattered facade. The man who had once been cloaked in admiration and respect now lay bare, stripped of all pretense and reduced to a pitiful figure begging for mercy. Aysel, once a victim of his manipulations, now stood as the embodiment of justice, her heart hardened by the betrayal she had endured. The revelation of Dariusz’s cowardice and complicity with Celestine Ward had ignited a fire within her—a fierce determination to confront the darkness that had long plagued her life. As she watched him tremble, she felt a bittersweet sense of empowerment; the chains of his deceit were finally breaking, and she was no longer the girl who had been silenced by fear.

Skylar’s fierce loyalty and protective instincts had ignited a spark of rebellion within Aysel, pushing her toward a reckoning that had been long overdue. In that moment, she realized that the path to her own liberation lay not in seeking forgiveness but in embracing her own strength and the truth that had been obscured for far too long. Dariusz’s sobs echoed in her ears, a haunting reminder of the cost of betrayal, but also a catalyst for her transformation. With each confession that spilled from his lips, Aysel felt the weight of her own pain lifting, replaced by a fierce resolve to expose the web of deceit spun by Celestine and her accomplices. No longer a mere pawn in their game, she was ready to reclaim her narrative and emerge from the shadows, a wolf ready to hunt.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

In the next chapter of *Midnight Letters*, readers can expect a gripping escalation of tension as Aysel stands at the precipice of a decision that could change everything. With Dariusz now a quivering wreck beneath her gaze, the stakes are higher than ever. Aysel’s resolve will be tested as she weighs the value of Dariusz’s revelations against the risk of aligning herself with a man whose cowardice has caused untold suffering. Will she choose to extract the truth from him, or will her desire for vengeance cloud her judgment? The echoes of his desperate pleas for mercy will linger, challenging her to confront the ghosts of her past.

As the chapter unfolds, the shadow of Celestine Ward looms larger, threatening to engulf Aysel in a web of deceit and manipulation. Dariusz’s confession hints at a deeper conspiracy, one that could unravel the very fabric of the world Aysel has fought to protect. With Skylar’s fierce loyalty at her side, Aysel must navigate the treacherous waters of power, betrayal, and the haunting memories of those who have suffered at Celestine’s hands. Will Aysel find the strength to confront her fears and leverage Dariusz’s knowledge against the formidable foe? Or will the past’s dark tendrils pull her back into a cycle of pain and retribution? The answers lie just beyond the horizon, waiting to be unveiled in a whirlwind of emotion and revelation.

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