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18. Divided Blood

Autor: Sarah Latifah
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-23 19:39:07

Here is the translation for Chapter 18. The translation maintains a direct, tense, and high-stakes narrative style, ensuring that the emotional confrontations and explosive action sequence flow naturally in English while strictly preserving the punctuation and precise tone of your original text.

## **Chapter 18**

The searing light from the spotlight on the ceiling of the old warehouse made the wound on Helga's shoulder feel increasingly stinging. Helga did not lower her pistol even a little bit
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  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    18. Divided Blood

    Here is the translation for Chapter 18. The translation maintains a direct, tense, and high-stakes narrative style, ensuring that the emotional confrontations and explosive action sequence flow naturally in English while strictly preserving the punctuation and precise tone of your original text.## **Chapter 18**The searing light from the spotlight on the ceiling of the old warehouse made the wound on Helga's shoulder feel increasingly stinging. Helga did not lower her pistol even a little bit. The muzzle of the weapon in her hand remained straight, aiming at the chest of the man she had called father for over a dozen years. The old man appeared gaunt, with lines of greed that never vanished from his face, standing haughtily as if he had just won the biggest lottery in his life.However, Helga's focus slowly split. Her gaze kept being drawn to the figure of the middle-aged woman standing beside the man. The woman had black hair tied back in a neat bun, wearing a dark blue velvet gown

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    17. The Darkest Corner

    The footsteps of the man in the dark coat sounded very quiet on the marble floor, but for Helga, every thud pounded straight into her chest. Helga's mind spun rapidly. She had no firearm inside this room, and the escape route from the second-floor balcony was too high to jump without serious injury. If she were caught now, she would end up in Sebastian Norwich's hands without ever getting a chance to avenge Helen.Helga retreated slowly from the doorway, returning into her pitch-black room. She refused to give up and become a victim. The martial arts basics she had honed with Rico this morning, combined with the fighting instinct she possessed from living with her abusive father, suddenly took over her entire consciousness. She fumbled around in the darkness until her fingers touched a heavy iron-like object on the dressing table, a thick glass perfume bottle with sharp edges.Helga gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, then hid behind the large wardrobe located right next to the be

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    16. Storm Outside the Walls

    The silence left by Zean after his departure to the faction elders' meeting felt far more haunting than the sound of gunshots from the previous night. Helga stood near the large window of the second-floor living room, staring at Zean's pitch-black sedan as it slowly moved, piercing the darkness of the night, followed by two escort cars behind it. The car's taillights gradually faded, leaving behind a thick night darkness around the vast yard of the Wilder residence.Helga exhaled a long breath, letting her forehead lean against the cold window glass. The fatigue after being beaten severely by Rico in the basement this morning still left aches throughout her body. However, her mind could not rest at all. Zean's explanation about Sebastian Norwich and the hidden data vault belonging to Helen's mother kept spinning in her head like a broken cassette.There was a piece of the puzzle that felt amiss. Why did Helen have a blood relation with a cruel man like Sebastian Norwich, while Helen's

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    15. First Bullet, First Wound

    Dawn had not fully broken when the sound of a loud knock on the room door shattered Helga's sleep. The girl startled, her hand reflexively reaching beneath the pillow, searching for the small pistol Rico had given her last night. Empty. She just remembered Zean had taken back that weapon after they entered the room. Helga exhaled a harsh breath, swept aside the blanket, and immediately got up. She glanced at the other side of the bed, that place was already neat and cold. Zean apparently had been awake since hours ago. When Helga opened the door, Rico was already standing there in all-black clothes that were no different from yesterday. His face was as flat as a chalkboard, without the slightest friendly expression. "Twenty minutes in the basement training room. Wear clothes that won't make you die a foolish death," Rico said without preamble, then turned to leave. Helga snorted, yet the corner of her lips rose forming a thin smile. This was what she wanted. She didn't need a swee

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    14. Remnants of Fire

    The sound of gunshots finally subsided, replaced by the silence of the night that returned to being haunting on the back perimeter of the Wilder residence. A thin smoke smelling of sulfur still drifted in the air, swept by the cold night wind. Several guards in black moved quickly entering the forest area to secure the bodies of the intruders who were successfully neutralized.Helga was still standing in her position, leaning against the cold concrete wall. Both of her hands holding the small pistol given by Rico slowly began to tremble. Not out of fear, but rather due to the residual adrenaline that was still pumping her heart crazily. She stared straight toward the darkness of the forest, the place where a few minutes ago a man fell because of her own bullet."Miss Helga."Rico's flat voice broke Helga's reverie. The short-haired man appeared from behind the darkness, lowering his weapon with an efficient movement. His gaze was directed at the pistol in Helga's hand which was still

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    13. The Eagle's Gaze

    The atmosphere in the Wilder residence felt heavier than usual. After the shooting practice session in the basement, Zean gave permission for Helga to keep wearing her chosen clothes, the black cargo pants and boots. Although Zean did not say it directly, Helga knew that she had won a small battle to be herself.Helga stood in the first-floor living room, observing the servants moving quickly to prepare everything. She no longer felt like a guest, but she also did not yet feel fully like the owner of the house. She was an alien entity here."Miss Helga," a young servant called politely. "Young Master asks you to meet him on the front porch. The guest has arrived."Helga nodded briefly. She felt her pants pocket, making sure the photo she took yesterday was not there. She had hidden it in a safer place. With regulated breath, she stepped toward the front porch.There, Zean stood with his hands in his pockets, staring straight toward the large open gate. Beside him, a man stood with a v

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