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Chapter 95
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2026-05-30 13:35:36
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The mansion felt heavier after the message.Not louder.Not more active.Just… heavier.As if the walls themselves sensed something had shifted outside.Mark had been gone since morning.Luca too.Mia stayed inside, just as she was told. But “staying inside” in this house still meant moving through rooms filled with guarded silence and unanswered phones.By midday, she found herself near the west corridor.Close enough to the study.Close enough to hear voices.She hadn’t meant to stop.But she did.Don Romano’s voice came first—low, steady, unmistakable.“You’re reacting too fast.”Mark answered immediately.“I’m reacting appropriately.”A pause.Then the Don again.“That depends on what you think this is.”Mia froze.She shouldn’t have been listening.But her feet didn’t move.Mark’s voice came again—colder this time.“I think it’s an intrusion.”“I think it’s a test,” Don Romano corrected.Silence.Then footsteps—slow, deliberate.The kind of pacing that meant calculation, not agit
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 96
It happened before sunrise.The call came without warning, slicing through the mansion’s early silence like a knife.Mark was already awake. Of course he was.Mia wasn’t. Not yet.She only noticed the shift when she stepped into the hallway and saw the movement—fast, controlled, urgent. Men didn’t run in this house unless something was very wrong.She followed the sound down the corridor.Luca stood near the entrance, low voice on the phone. Two guards waited behind him, faces tight, eyes sharp.When he saw her, he ended the call immediately.That alone told her everything she needed to know.“What happened?” she asked.Luca hesitated, just a fraction too long.Then—“One of ours is dead.”The words landed without fluff, without warning.Mia went still.“Where?”“East perimeter,” he said. “Near the outer patrol route.”She frowned slightly.“That’s inside your secured zone.”“Yes.”That single word made the air colder.Mark appeared behind them moments later, jacket already on, no tie
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 95
The meeting room was already full when Mark arrived. No introductions. No small talk. Just tension. Men stood around the long table, papers spread out, phones lit with fragmented reports, voices overlapping in controlled urgency. Mia stayed near the back. Close enough to hear everything. Far enough not to be pulled into it. Mark took his place at the head of the table without asking for it. No one questioned it. That was the part that still unsettled her sometimes—how easily people obeyed him when things got serious. Luca stepped forward first. “We’ve confirmed it,” he said. “This isn’t Santoro.” A murmur moved through the room. Mia frowned slightly. Mark didn’t react. “Explain.” Luca tapped the map on the table. Three locations were marked in red. “Dock fire. False shipment alerts. And the south-side meeting trap.” Mark’s eyes moved across them. Slow. Precise. “These aren’t random,” Luca continued. “They’re coordinated. But not aggressive. They’re… testing respo
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 94
For three days, nothing happened.No threats.No urgent calls in the middle of the night.No men rushing through the halls with weapons in their hands.No blood.No betrayal waiting at the breakfast table.The mansion settled into something that almost felt normal.Almost.Mia had learned quickly that in this house, peace always came with suspicion.Still, she enjoyed it.She ate breakfast without watching the door.She walked the gardens without two guards trailing too close behind her.She slept through the night.And Mark—Mark watched all of it like a man expecting the floor to collapse.“You do realize,” Mia said on the fourth morning, “most people would be grateful for silence.”Mark didn’t look up from the paper in his hand.“Most people don’t know what silence usually means.”She sat across from him, reaching for coffee.“It means no one is trying to kill us.”“That’s also a sign that someone is planning something.”Mia sighed.“You’re exhausting before noon.”“You’re optimist
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Morning arrived slower than usual.The mansion was quiet, but not peaceful. There was movement in the halls, footsteps crossing polished floors, doors opening and closing, low voices giving instructions.Something was changing.Mia noticed it the moment she stepped downstairs.Two suitcases stood near the entrance.A driver waited outside.One of the house staff carried a garment bag past the hall.She stopped halfway down the staircase.“Who’s leaving?”Luca looked up from where he stood near the door.“Isabella.”Mia blinked once.“Today?”He nodded.“Orders were arranged last night.”“By who?”Luca’s mouth twitched slightly.“By herself.”That surprised her more than anything.Mia glanced toward the sitting room, where voices murmured softly. She recognized one immediately.Isabella.Still calm. Still elegant. Still impossible to read.Mia continued down the stairs.She didn’t know what she expected to feel.Relief, maybe.Satisfaction.Instead, what she felt was something quieter.
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The gathering ended slowly. Guests drifted out in groups, voices fading into the night. Doors closed. Cars disappeared beyond the gates. The mansion, once so full of noise, began its return to silence.Mia stood on the balcony outside her room, one hand resting on the cool stone railing. The air was soft, and city lights glowed distantly. For the first time in days, there were no alarms, no raised voices, no footsteps rushing through halls—just quiet.She heard the door behind her open, then close.“You disappeared,” Mark said.She didn’t turn immediately.“I escaped.”“From me?”“No, from the crowd.”He stepped beside her, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Fair answer.”She smiled faintly, gazing out over the city again. For a while, neither spoke. The silence felt easy now—not sharp, not dangerous—something they had grown into.“You were terrifying tonight,” Mia said at last.Mark glanced at her. “That narrows nothing down.”“When that man spoke to me.”“He annoyed me.”“He nearl
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