Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 160

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 160: Desperate Measures**

He had completely lost his mind. There was no limit to the lengths he would go to ensure she remained imprisoned, locked away from the world.

Tatiana’s heart raced as she glanced at the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes until her chance to see Jasper slipped away like sand through her fingers.

In a fit of desperation, she cried out, “I want to see Jasper!” Her voice echoed in the small, suffocating room, filled with a mix of fear and urgency.

After her latest return, Jasper had not graced her with his presence. The maid assigned to guard her was the same one from before, her face marred with bruises—a clear sign of punishment for Tatiana’s earlier escape.

This time, the maid was instructed to remain by her side even during her sleep, ensuring she was never alone for a single moment.

“Miss, please rest,” the maid urged, her tone devoid of any sympathy as she steadfastly avoided discussing Jasper’s whereabouts.

Tatiana’s heart clung to a fragile thread of hope. “Please, I need to see him. Just let me call him. One call, that’s all I ask!”

The maid’s silence spoke volumes, a definitive and cold refusal that pierced through Tatiana’s desperation.

With each passing minute, despair threatened to swallow her whole. She watched the clock tick away the seconds, the tightness in her chest growing unbearable.

Every sharp object had been meticulously removed from the room, stripping away her last means of making a statement about her torment.

She began to pace, her movements frantic and animalistic, as anxiety twisted in her gut. The tension in her mind was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

The maid, witnessing Tatiana’s deteriorating state, felt a pang of pity. She could see the girl was suffering, but fear of retribution kept her silent.

Jasper had ordered this extreme isolation as a lesson—a harsh method to force Tatiana into submission and rid her of any thoughts of escape.

Where was Jasper now? He was at the ancestral home, enduring his own punishment, a cruel twist of fate that left Tatiana feeling utterly alone.

With her eyes reddened from unshed tears, Tatiana clung to her last flicker of hope. “I need to see Jasper. Please, just let me see him.”

The maid responded softly, “Please rest, Miss. If Mr. Jasper wishes to see you, he will come.”

The implication was painfully clear: her pleas were in vain.

Tatiana stared blankly at the wall, her mind racing as another five minutes crawled by.

“I want some water,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll get it for you,” the maid replied, turning away to fetch the water.

In that fleeting moment of distraction, Tatiana made her move.

“Ms. Tatiana!” the maid’s voice rang out in alarm as she bolted past her.

Instead of heading for the door, Tatiana dashed upstairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached the third-floor balcony. With a sudden surge of defiance, she climbed onto the railing, one foot dangling precariously, half her body suspended over the edge.

The sight sent shockwaves of terror through everyone who witnessed it.

The maid, who had hurried after her, paled at the sight. “Don’t!” she screamed, panic lacing her voice.

Below, the patrolling bodyguards froze in a state of shock, their eyes wide with fear as they rushed to the scene, knowing that if she fell, the consequences would be dire for them all.

“Get down from there! Don’t do anything reckless!” they shouted, their voices a chorus of urgency.

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