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Chapter Forty-Two

작가: Enny Tiana
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-28 06:19:08

The storm outside Palermo was a pale echo of the one brewing inside the Moretti estate.

Amara stood at the edge of the fireplace in Luca’s study, the flickering fire bathing her skin in gold and fury. Her fists were clenched, nails biting into flesh. Across from her, Luca leaned back in his chair like a king on a crumbling throne, his cold eyes unreadable.

She threw the folder onto his desk. Photographs spilled like broken glass—images of Milo Nero’s estate, of Isabel Varela blindfolded and bound in a cage-like room, of the guards, the tunnels. Luca didn’t flinch.

“I asked you,” she hissed. “Did you know? And you lied.”

Luca stared at the photos for a long moment, then looked up. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you everything.”

“You knew my mother was being held in Granada,” she snapped. “You knew and you let me believe she was dead. You used that grief against me.”

His expression was steel. “I used it to keep you alive.”

Her laugh was bitter. “Don’t give me that protector bu
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  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Four

    There was a kind of silence after betrayal — not peace, not shock — just a burning hum in the chest that echoed with every breath. Amara felt it now. The letter from Isabel lay in pieces on her bed. Her hands were stained with ink and ash. Do not kill her out of rage. Kill her out of love. The Red Widow wasn’t just a threat. She was the ghost of Isabel’s mistakes. And she had to die. The Origin of the Widow The next morning, Luca found Amara on the rooftop, overlooking the rose gardens below. The air smelled like thunder and wine. “She was born as Leticia,” he said quietly. Amara didn’t turn around. “She was trafficked through Eastern Europe at nine. Sold twice. Found by Isabel in a Turkish brothel when she was barely fourteen.” Amara’s jaw tightened. “Isabel trained her,” Luca continued. “Gave her purpose. But the girl wanted more than vengeance — she wanted to become what the world feared. Isabel tried to pull her back.” “She failed.” “No. She spared her. That was the

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Three

    The Nero estate shimmered beneath candlelight and storm clouds. Tonight was no ordinary gathering. It was a masquerade hosted in honor of Mikhail’s blood pact — a strategic performance designed to smoke out threats and introduce allies. But beneath the opulence, every step whispered danger. Amara stood before the mirror, her mask a delicate filigree of onyx and red garnet, forged in the shape of a spider’s web. Fitting. Tonight, she would face the woman called The Red Widow. She had been mentioned only in code — seen in photographs, never in person. But Amara felt it in her gut. Tonight, the enemy would walk among them. And she'd be ready. The Masquerade Begins The grand ballroom swelled with music and murmurs. Chandeliers reflected off the marble, casting fractured light across silk gowns and masked faces. Luca appeared beside her like a phantom — dressed in tailored black, mask carved with Sicilian silver. His presence burned beside hers. “Can you feel it?” she murmured.

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Two

    The moon sat like a blade in the sky.Amara stood on the edge of the Blood Courtyard, the crimson-tiled grounds whispering with the footsteps of men who had died for thrones. Tonight, she wasn’t here for war.She was here for something colder.Mikhail’s pact ceremony.Dozens of cloaked figures lined the courtyard, heads bowed beneath the sigil of the Ouroboros — the serpent consuming itself. The symbol of Nero’s new world. A kingdom of blood, ruled not by cartels, but by legacy.And now, she was being asked to become part of it.Mikhail stood beneath the black marble archway, dressed in ceremonial Nero black, a long dagger in hand.“You can walk away, Amara,” he said as she stepped closer. “But if you step into this circle, you swear by blood.”“I don’t kneel,” she said flatly.“You won’t have to. This isn’t about subservience.”“Then what is it about?”Mikhail tilted his head. “An oath — to never let what happened to our mother happen again.”The words struck like a whip. Isabel. Eve

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and One

    Barcelona, Spain — The Black CitadelThe private jet touched down just before dusk.Barcelona was painted in blood-orange light, its Gothic skyline clawing the sky like fangs. Amara stood at the window of the black SUV waiting on the tarmac, her jaw tight, heart cold. This wasn’t just another city.This was his city.Mikhail Nero.The man who was her brother by blood.Her rival by birthright.Luca sat beside her, silent. Ever since the video message, he hadn’t spoken much. But the tension between them crackled like dry firewood. And beneath it all, jealousy smoldered.They weren’t just driving into enemy territory.They were driving into family.The Black CitadelThe gates of the estate were tall enough to drown the sun. Black iron. Coiled in serpentine detail. The guards didn’t frisk her. Didn’t scan her.They bowed.The doors opened with a hiss.The entrance hall was cathedral-like. Silver mosaics inlaid with the Varela symbol—altered. Instead of a crown, it bore the Ouroboros. The

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One-Hundred

    Madrid breathed differently at night — thick with heat and secrets.From the balcony of her hotel suite, Amara watched the veins of city light snake through the dark. It wasn’t Sicily, but it pulsed with the same kind of rot beneath all its gold.The letter had pointed her here — to Crimson Vault, an underground club known for laundering secrets more than money.“Your brother was born in blood,” the letter had said.“And he remembers what you forgot.”She hadn’t told Luca everything. Not yet. The name signed on the envelope wasn’t just Milo.It was Matteo Nero — her mother’s captor.The ApproachLuca stepped beside her, slipping his holster beneath his jacket. “You sure you want to walk into this alone?”“I’m not walking. I’m hunting.”“Still doesn’t answer the question.”She didn’t reply. Her eyes were locked on the address in her hand. Crimson Vault was five blocks away, buried beneath a defunct opera house. It didn’t take walk-ins. It took blood codes.And she had one.From Matteo’

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter Ninety-Nine

    The wind off the Sicilian coast had the taste of salt and ghosts.Amara stepped out of the armored car, her boots sinking into the gravel of what was once the courtyard of the Varela estate. Only the gates remained intact — wrought iron, flaking gold, the family crest still tarnished but standing. The mansion beyond was gutted, scorched from the siege that ended her father’s empire.“I thought I’d never come back here,” she muttered.Beside her, Luca scanned the ruins with dead eyes. “We don’t come back. We haunt.”The sun was setting behind the hills, bleeding orange across the rubble. Nico stood by the main doors, holding a map drawn in Matteo’s own hand — a hidden passage leading beneath the ruins. A wine cellar that hadn’t been marked in any of the estate's official blueprints.“It’s not on the Council’s files,” Nico said. “This was personal.”Amara took the flashlight, flicked it on. “Then let’s make it personal.”The DescentDust and silence ruled the underground. The stairs cre

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