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Chapter 29

Penulis: Leah Al
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-03 01:22:16

Bianca's POV

The tires crunched gravel as we pulled into the safehouse drive, the headlights cutting long shadows across the trees. My pulse was still thrumming from the confrontation with Matteo, though the car ride had been silent enough to hear every beat.

The safehouse wasn't much to look at. A two-story stone cottage tucked into the hills, far from the Romano estate's prying eyes. My father had purchased it years ago for "emergencies." The kind of place meant to disappear into the land around it. No servants. No security. Just stone walls, locked doors, and the faint smell of damp earth.

I killed the engine and stepped out, the night air sharp against my skin. Alessandro was already moving, checking the perimeter like he'd lived here all his life. He carried himself with that same relentless calm, though I could see the tension in his shoulders, the precision in the way his eyes scanned every shadow.

For once, I didn't move ahead of him. I let him unlock the door, sweep through t
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  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 29

    Bianca's POVThe tires crunched gravel as we pulled into the safehouse drive, the headlights cutting long shadows across the trees. My pulse was still thrumming from the confrontation with Matteo, though the car ride had been silent enough to hear every beat.The safehouse wasn't much to look at. A two-story stone cottage tucked into the hills, far from the Romano estate's prying eyes. My father had purchased it years ago for "emergencies." The kind of place meant to disappear into the land around it. No servants. No security. Just stone walls, locked doors, and the faint smell of damp earth.I killed the engine and stepped out, the night air sharp against my skin. Alessandro was already moving, checking the perimeter like he'd lived here all his life. He carried himself with that same relentless calm, though I could see the tension in his shoulders, the precision in the way his eyes scanned every shadow.For once, I didn't move ahead of him. I let him unlock the door, sweep through t

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 28

    Bianca's POVPlans were safest when no one looked too closely.I had perfected the art of slipping through cracks — between surveillance feeds, guard rotations, and suspicious glances. I used timing like a weapon. Smiles like daggers. My father always said a real queen never raises her voice—she sharpens her silence.But today, the silence cracked.And Matteo heard it.---------------------------------------------------I was in the garden corridor, rehearsing my alibi with Clara when the message came.She palmed it to me while pretending to arrange orchids. No words. Just a symbol drawn in red ink: a circle with a slash through it.The old signal.Abort.Clara never used it lightly.I walked away before she could explain. My pulse pounded as I moved fast, cutting across the east wing and through the wine vault to the greenhouse.Inside, everything was still where I left it.The burner phone. The bag. The passport.The map.But someone had been here.The dust on the table was smeared.

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 27

    Bianca's POVThe world outside my window had gone silent.Not in the way it does when people sleep.But in the way it does when something is waiting to break.I sat alone in the old music room, the one no one used anymore. Dust clung to the keys of the untouched piano, and moonlight spilled through the cracked stained glass like liquid ghosts. I hadn't meant to end up here, but my feet had led me like they remembered something my mind didn't.The chandelier above was swaying slightly, though there was no wind.I lit a candle on the side table and set the old phonograph spinning. A low, broken melody began to hum through the space — something soft, something fractured. My mother used to play it in the mornings. She said it helped her remember who she was before the Romani name was sewn into her skin.I pressed my fingers against the keys. Not hard enough to make sound. Just enough to feel the cold beneath them.It was strange, how silence could feel louder than violence.How quiet made

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    Bianca's POVThere was something about the way Matteo stood in my doorway that told me he didn't knock to be polite.He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, suit perfect, smile sharp enough to peel skin. Like always. But this time, there was something different beneath it.A twitch in his jaw.A tension in his eyes.He was hunting something."Come in, or leave," I said coolly, not looking up from the notes I was scribbling. My desk was mostly clear — the real plans already burned, memorized, or hidden in the spine of an old French novel beside me.He stepped in. Closed the door softly."You've been... quiet lately."I kept writing. "And here I thought that was your favorite version of me."He chuckled. "It's not the silence that worries me. It's the direction of it."I stopped mid-sentence.Then looked up slowly. "What direction is that?""The one that leads away from us."I leaned back in my chair. "You've been talking to yourself too much again.""No," he said, stepping closer. "

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    *Bianca's POV* The ink had begun to fade on the flight record, but the name still bled through like an old wound:Daniella Romano.Not Violet. Not Konstantin. Not any of the Siankovskis I'd grown to loathe.This name was unfamiliar. Unspoken. Forgotten.But somehow—central.I stared at the grainy surveillance photo clipped beside the record. A woman in a scarf, exiting a private jet at a small airstrip near Saint Petersburg. The date was exactly one week after my mother's death. Her face was mostly obscured—but there was something about her posture. The tension in her shoulders. The way her hand curled protectively around the little girl clinging to her side.That child...The curls. The height. The tilt of the chin.It couldn't be—But it was.Violet.Years younger. But unmistakable.I sank onto the edge of the couch, staring at the image.What the hell was going on?Violet had grown up in Russia?With this woman—Daniella?Why was she never mentioned? Not by my father. Not by the co

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    *Bianca's POV*The estate had grown quieter since the Mirazza attack.Not in the comforting way that comes after danger passes, but in the suffocating hush that follows a funeral no one admits is happening.The guards were tenser. Clara avoided my eyes when I passed her in the hallway. My father had retreated into his study, locked behind wood and whiskey. Matteo hovered, smug and smugger, like he knew something I didn't.And Alessandro—He was colder than usual, if that was even possible. Since the ambush, he'd followed me like a silent shadow, never speaking unless necessary, never looking at me longer than he had to. But I felt the difference.There was distance now.And I hated it.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I returned to the east wing just after midnight.It was the only time no one dared step near it. Not the maids. Not the guards. Not even the rats.My fingers moved quickly across the old lock, the one I'd learned to pick two years ago while pretendin

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