Chapter: Chapter 85 - Bloodlines And Bullets The moment Gianna and Lorenzo stepped off the jet with their daughter in Gianna’s arms, Berlin felt different.Talana hadn’t expected her. No one had. Orders had been clear, Gianna and the baby were to remain in Italy, under guard, far from De Marco’s reach. But the stubborn fire in Gianna’s blood had always mirrored Talana’s own.“She insisted,” Lorenzo said, carrying two heavy duffels, his eyes never leaving the perimeter. “Said she didn’t want the baby growing up thinking we waited this out from a villa.”Talana stood at the edge of the hangar, eyes sweeping over the tiny bundle cradled against Gianna’s chest. The little girl was swaddled in a pale pink blanket, her head resting beneath her mother’s chin, utterly untouched by the violence that buzzed beneath every breath of this city.Gianna walked straight to Talana and offered no apology, just emotion. “I needed you to meet her,” she said softly.Talana stared at the baby, then slowly reached out. “She’s perfect,” she whispered,
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Chapter: Chapter 84 - Queen Or Executioner The storm over Berlin had begun to mirror what stirred in Talana.Heavy rain ran in rivulets down the tall windows of the safehouse, streaking across the distorted reflection of her face as she stood silent, arms folded, gaze locked on the distant skyline. Somewhere out there, another outpost burned, one of De Marco’s mid-level data hubs that Mariano’s team had gutted just before dawn.Talana hadn’t spoken much after they returned. Not during the debriefing. Not even when Matteo tried to joke that they were running out of safehouses to torch.She was stone, colder than the rain, and Massimo could feel it from where he sat, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand and the weight of months resting on his shoulders.“You didn’t sleep,” he said, quietly.She didn’t turn. “Didn’t need to.”“You haven’t slept in three days.”“Then maybe I’ll sleep when this city chokes on its ashes.”Massimo’s brow tightened. He stood and crossed the room, setting the glass down. She still wouldn’t look at
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Chapter: Chapter 83 - Echos Of The First Betrayal The room was dimly lit, scented with espresso and faint cologne. The silence was heavy, not empty, but expectant. The type of silence that hung before people confessed sins or signed death warrants.Talana sat at the center table of the old Berlin loft, flanked by thick screens, a polished laptop, and Massimo’s quiet presence behind her. The others, Mariano, Matteo, and a cyber-specialist from Naples named Carlotta, circled the space like wolves on the scent of blood.“Is the feed ready?” Talana asked, voice low, fingers tapping once on the table.Carlotta gave a small nod. “Encrypted, bounced through eight servers. They won’t know what country we’re in, let alone which block.”“Good,” Talana said. “Begin transmission.”The screen flickered to life. On one side: Albrecht Keller, a notorious German arms dealer, known for supplying Eastern European militias and privately funded warlords. Greying, smug, and coked to the gills.On the other: Talana, still as glass.Keller blinked, feigned
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Chapter: Chapter 82 - Burn It All The morning sky over Berlin was steel gray, the clouds hanging low as if mourning something unseen. Talana stood by the window of the Sanchiano safehouse, her hands clasped behind her back, watching the city churn below. Her eyes were hollowed by too many sleepless nights, the reflection in the glass no longer the girl who had arrived weeks ago, but a Dona forged by war and betrayal.A sharp knock at the door. "Come," she said without turning.Mariano stepped inside, a tablet in his hand and fresh bruises marking his jaw. "We intercepted something from Calabria. Roberto sent this. Top priority."Talana took the tablet, and Mariano lingered silently as she tapped the screen. The video began to play, Roberto, seated in his villa study, gaunt but sharp-eyed, his tone laced with steel."Talana, this is not a confession, but a warning. One of the families you've reached out to in Berlin, the Altobellis, they are not who they claim. We have eyes on their movements. They met with De Marco's
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Chapter: Chapter 81 - The Ghost In Black Is Coming Berlin – Perimeter of the Morelli–Sanchiano Base, 3:02 A.M.The first sign came with the dogs. They weren't real ones, just the name whispered over encrypted comms: “The Dogs of Moscow.”Elite Russian mercenaries. Ex-Spetsnaz. Hired killers with a taste for chaos and a code forged in Siberian frost. Donatello hadn’t sent a warning. He sent them like a curse.Mariano was already dressed in black before the alarm blared. His body armor cinched, two custom blades strapped to his back like an old ritual.“Everyone out of the north wing, now,” he barked.Sirens split the quiet of night. Shadows moved through the outer forest line, six, no, twelve, armed figures, ghostlike. The mercenaries didn’t fire immediately. They liked fear to settle in first.Talana stood on the command deck, jaw tight, boots planted. Massimo was at her side. He gritted his teeth as he watched the surveillance feed flicker with thermal red signatures surrounding them.“How the hell did they find this place?”“Donatel
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Chapter: Chapter 80 - I Didn't Need Perfect Sanchiano safehouse, Berlin – 2:12 a.m. The war room pulsed with low light, tense voices threading through maps of Berlin’s underground. Coordinates glowed like veins across the table—marked targets, intercepted routes, ghost agents in De Marco’s pocket. Talana stood at the head of it all, her spine straight, her face unreadable, delivering orders with the precision of a general.Mariano paced near the wall. Matteo translated fresh intel from Bucharest. No one noticed the shadow slipping through the side door, no one except Talana. Her body went still before her mind caught up.A presence, one that slammed into her ribs like a memory she hadn’t dared to hope for. Then she saw him. The man she would die for, Massimo.He moved like a storm disguised in human skin, shoulders broader, face sharp with unshaved stubble and hollow eyes that had seen too much. A long scar ran from beneath his jaw to his collarbone, fresh and angry. He wore black. Everything about him was dark. But it was him.
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Love Prevails
A story about a young woman, Camilla Jones, who struggles to overcome a disasterous marriage of bretrayal, heartache, pain, tears, sorrow, physical, emotional, and mental abuse.
Does she find love in the arms of another man?
Will her heart be mended, or is she doomed to remain married to the man she thought was her forever lover?
Steven Middleton - Husband. An article clerk for an accounting firm. Marries Camilla after only 6 months of courtship. Steven's drinking gets out of control, his late nights, habitual. Betraying his wife with multiple plus affairs, including her best friend and her cousin. He is also abusive in every aspect.
Bradford Hemmingway- Heir and CEO of Hemmingway International. Broken hearted by a woman that just days before a few days before his wedding when his fiancé ran off with his best friend. He vows never to fall in love again.
Will fate have it that way?
Will he be destined to live the life of a single person?
Will he find his forever wife?
Will the two worlds of love and hate collide?
Will the essence of Love actually Prevail?
All this and more as we delve into the lives of Camilla Jones, Steven Middleton, and Bradford Hemmingway in the ever romantic tale of Love Prevails.
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Chapter: Epilogue- A Closure Of A Chapter Firstly, I want to take a few moments to thank everyone for their love and support throughout the journey of Camilla Jones and her children Marshall, Meghan and Morgan.I want to say a special thank you to my own children for all the support they have given me over the years. To my mom, our queen of the family, for always being there for me through everything. The strong woman that she is, especially after the passing of my dad. To my sisters, though at times I'm full of it, thank you. In memory of my dad, certain chapters on Uncle Chris were dedicated to my dad who passed away in 2023 from Dementia. He always encouraged my writing and because of him I decided to start writing again. To all those who have been reading and have supported my writing journey, I humbly thank you for your support. Without you, the readers or listeners, my journey would not have been possible. A special "Thank You" goes to Unbroken Bonds group. Wi
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Chapter: A Visit To The Orphanage The following morning, after having breakfast served in their room, Morgan surprised Annabelle. "After breakfast, get dressed, we're going to the orphanage."Annabelle, feeling nostalgic, had tears in her eyes. It was her home for so many years, but it was also the playground for bullying. "Don't fear anything, my love, I have your back, you are mine. No one will ever harm you again."As they headed to the orphanage, Annabelle's nerves began to get the better of her. "Relax baby girl, I have you," he whispered as they stepped out of the car and walked to the doors of the orphanage.A few familiar faces engulfed Annabelle. "Morning, what may I do for you?" one elderly woman asked. "I'm Annabelle," she responded, "Annabelle Roberts..." she paused, "sorry Hemmingway," she corrected herself quickly, "and this is my husband, Morgan Hemmingway."Another slightly younger lady approached them, "Wait," she said, "Annabelle Rob
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Chapter: Hometown Honeymoon Annabelle didn't want a fancy honeymoon. What she did want was a honeymoon in London. She wanted to go back and visit the orphanage that she had grown up in. Though Morgan had wanted to give her the best of the best, he gave her what she wanted.Morgan booked a week at the Landmark London. A five-star hotel with all the amenities.On arriving at the hotel, they were escorted to the Landmark Signature Suite. Comprised of a living room with dining table, master bedroom, and an en-suite.On the table was a bottle of champagne, compliments from management, as well as a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.Entering the luxurious room, Annabelle couldn't help but be in awe. Morgan looked at her surprised expression and cherished how happy she was."Tomorrow we are going to the spa," he whispered, pulling her close into his embrace, "but for now, my beautiful wife, you are mine." His voice was deep, yet velvety.Morgan's eyes bur
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Chapter: Morgan And Annabelle As the year began, the hospital was busy. Marshall and Danielle were working long hours to get the hospital moving. It was March of that year, Morgan and Annabelle had been discussing dates for their wedding. The topic of having children had come up. Tears streamed down Annabelle's face as they discussed the possibility of having children. When Annabelle had been shot in the stomach, the bullet had injured her to the point that the doctors said that having children may not be a possibility "I know you want children of your own kitten, but we can adopt," Morgan said tenderly, sympathetic. Though he wanted his own children, it was not more important than having his woman with him. Annabelle meant more to him. "We can go to the orphanage you grew up in and adopt as many as you like.""I can never forgive Sam for what she did to me. She took away from me the one precious joy in life." Annabelle leaned on his chest. Ho
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Chapter: Cheshires' New Hospital Lloyd and his construction crew had been working tirelessly for months, as they transformed the hospital into a state-of-the-art facility just in time for its grand opening in January and just in time for the winter snowfalls.Meanwhile, across town, the excitement reached another peak as Danielle and Marshall prepared for their long-awaited graduation day. Family and friends had driven up to Oxford, where the campus buzzed with celebration and pride. The auditorium was filled with loved ones eagerly awaiting the ceremony to begin.As the graduates' names were announced, the crowd quieted, listening intently. When the announcer finally declared, "We present to you our ultimate team graduates, Doctors Marshall and Danielle Hemmingway," the auditorium erupted in loud applause. The air filled with cheers, whistles, and joyous shouts of congratulations.Marshall and Danielle stepped forward hand in hand, their faces radiated smiles as their eyes glis
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Chapter: A Shooting As they stepped out of the reception hall, a gun shot rang out. Everyone ducked for cover. A scream bellowed through the air and a voice said "Die you bitch! Die!" the female voice shrieked, her voice dripping with malice. As the female screamed those words, Morgan looked around for Annabelle who was lying crumpled on the ground. Her beautiful pale green dress, stained crimson. Her hand pressed against her stomach as the blood seeped out. Time stood still. "Annabelle!" Morgan screamed, terror in his voice. Looking for the shooter, he screamed, "find her and hold her.""We have her brother," Meghan and Marshall said, as they shoved Sam to the ground, holding her down till the police arrived. Seconds later he turned his attention to Annabelle who was now being put on the stretcher heading for the hospital. Climbing in the ambulance with Annabelle, he held her hand, fear tugging at his heart. "Hang in there kitten please. Fight baby ple
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Chapter: Chapter 80 - Done Being Patient "Let's get out of here," she smiled at him."Why miss Laurent, what do you have in mind?" He asked, smirking.The elevator ride was quiet, heat humming between them, heavy and electric. Damien stood behind her, not touching her, but close enough that she felt the press of his presence, the way the air shifted around him.She could still taste him. Still feel the weight of that kiss under her ribs. The promise of it. The inevitability.The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped into the penthouse.Celeste moved first, kicking off her heels by the doorway, not bothering to turn on the lights. The city glowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cool, silvered light that painted her skin in tones of moonlight and shadow.She paused near the glass, arms crossed loosely over her chest, looking out, but not really seeing anything. Damien shut the door behind them, then locked it without a word.He didn’t need to say anything. The air between them already carried the wei
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Chapter: Chapter 79 - Grand Proposal In the quiet that followed the verdict, life began to start to feel like normal. The kind that don’t come in headlines or giddy applause, but in stillness. Although everything was over, both Damien and Celeste kept looking, expecting something, an ambush, a betrayal, the final piece of debris falling from a structure that had already burned.They’d won, publicly, legally and morally, but victories didn’t erase scars.Celeste sat at the edge of the bed, barefoot, legs folded beneath her, the penthouse dim but not dark. The gold envelope in her hand caught a thread of moonlight, glinting faintly. She hadn’t opened it yet, but she knew what was inside.The letter had arrived that afternoon, an international award recognizing courage in media, resilience in the face of corruption. It was the kind of honor entire careers were built around. Entire press cycles. Red carpets. Standing ovations.But to her, it felt 1distant. Like something that belonged to another life.She ran her thumb alon
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Chapter: Chapter 78 - The Verdict On the final day, the courtroom pulsed with anticipation. Everyone had something to gain, a headline, a soundbite, a measure of vindication. But all she wanted was the truth on record, carved into the system that had enabled so much harm.She sat beside Damien, calm, still, no trace of nerves. Her suit was dark, unembellished. Hair pulled back. No need for distraction. She had become familiar with this weight, and today she wore it well.Veronica sat across the room, pale beneath the courtroom lights. Gone was the invincible sheen that had defined her. Her lawyer whispered something, but she didn’t respond. She stared straight ahead, hands clenched in her lap.The judge entered, heavy robe swaying, a presence too grounded to be distracted by the circus around her."All rise," the bailiff announced. The judge took his seat and then everyone else followed. The judge cleared his throat before he began to speak. “In the matter of the State versus Veronica Hale,” the judge began, voice c
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Chapter: Chapter 77 - Trial Of The They called it The Trial of the Century before opening statements had even been made.News cameras blanketed the courthouse steps. Legal analysts debated tactics around the clock. Influencers turned it into content. Veronica Hale, the queenmaker turned queenpin, was finally on trial for fraud, blackmail, conspiracy and extortion. The charges read like the climax of a noir film.But for Celeste, it wasn’t theater. It was justice, the kind that was slow, brutal and way overdue.She stood outside the courthouse in a tailored black suit, no frills, no distractions. Her hair was pulled back tightly, makeup minimal. Damien stood beside her in a charcoal gray suit, sharp and cold. They didn’t speak as the cameras flashed. The stood representing each other.Inside, the courtroom was packed, press passes, lawyers, victims, and observers from every part of the industry. The judge, a no-nonsense federal heavyweight, commanded silence the moment proceedings began.Veronica sat at the defendant’s
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Chapter: Chspter 76 - Hurts Like Hell The sun hadn’t yet risen, but sleep had long since abandoned them both.Damien stood by the window, shirtless, glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. The city stretched below, eerily still. Celeste sat curled in a blanket on the couch, watching him, but saying nothing.There was a silence between them that wasn’t born from tension, but from knowing what was about to be said would change something. Maybe not everything. But something.He didn’t look at her when he finally spoke. “There are things you don’t know, Celeste.”Her fingers curled tighter around the edge of the blanket. “Then tell me.”Damien’s jaw flexed. “When I took over Sinclair Media, it was already infected. My father built it on manipulation, favors, blackmail. He thought information was currency, and he made sure we had dirt on everyone who mattered.”Celeste nodded once, absorbing that.“I didn’t want to run it like he did. But I didn’t burn it all down, either. I used what was already there. I traded silence for le
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Chapter: Chapter 75 - Clean Slate, Dirty PastCeleste stepped out of the black SUV into a wall of flashing lights and quiet murmurs that erupted into a wave of applause the moment she appeared. The Clean Slate campaign launch wasn’t a red carpet event, but it might as well have been. Camera crews lined the sidewalk, reporters with notepads and phones aimed like weapons of curiosity, and a massive banner above the building entrance bore her name alongside the campaign logo.Damien exited from the other side, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, no tie, his presence commanding without needing a word. He walked around the vehicle and took her hand without hesitation.She gripped it tightly, drawing from his calm the way she had learned to.“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low so only she could hear.Celeste looked out at the sea of faces, some waiting to celebrate, others waiting for her to trip. Her answer was steady. “I’ve been ready since the moment she threatened Kira.”Inside the venue, the lights dimmed as the stage came into vie
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