LOGINChapter 192|| Reinaldo’s POV ||I placed Anastasia back inside the castle gates with my own hands, as if the weight of her exhaustion had transferred into my arms. The iron gate closed behind us with a dull sound, and only then did I breathe properly. "Breathe," I told her softly as I guided her through the corridor. "You're safe now."She didn't reply immediately. Her face was pale, her lips pressed together in an effort to stay composed. I noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders and slowed my steps, adjusting my pace to hers. Every step she took looked heavier than the last."They won't stop, will they?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper."Not today," I said honestly. "But you don't have to face them alone."She looked at me then, really looked at me, and for a moment I forgot everything else. The castle felt too quiet, too still, as if it was holding its breath along with us. I wanted to say more, wanted to promise things I wasn’t sure I could keep, so I sta
Chapter 191|| REINALDO’S POV ||Christen backed off the moment he saw Seth standing beside me. I noticed it in the way his shoulders stiffened, in the way his eyes flicked from Seth to me and then away. He did not say anything. He did not need to. His silence was louder than any threat he could have made. I did not wait to see if he would change his mind. I turned around and walked straight back into the hospital.The smell of antiseptic hit me the moment I stepped inside. My feet moved on their own, carrying me through the familiar corridor toward her room. Every second felt heavier than the last. When I reached the door, I paused, my hand resting on the handle. I exhaled slowly before pushing it open.Anastasia lay on the bed, her face pale but calmer than before. The machines beside her made steady sounds, a rhythm that told me she was still here. Still breathing. Still fighting. My chest loosened just a little as I walked closer.“You’re back,” she said softly, turning her head t
Chapter 190|| REINALDO’S POV ||I didn’t hear Marcel at first. My mind was too focused on the pale stillness of Anastasia’s face, on the way her fingers lay unmoving over the white sheets, on the thin tubes and wires attached to her body. I clenched my jaw, fighting the rage and fear twisting inside my chest.“Boss.”Marcel’s voice finally reached me.I turned slowly. The expression on his face was tight, controlled—but I had worked with him long enough to recognize the signs. Something was wrong. Very wrong.“What is it?” I asked.He stepped closer, lowering his voice instinctively, even though no one was around. “Christen is coming.”The words didn’t register immediately.“Coming where?” I asked, even though some part of me already knew the answer.“Here,” Marcel said. “To the hospital.”The corridor seemed to narrow suddenly, the walls closing in. My fingers curled slowly into fists.“He’s not alone,” Marcel continued. “He’s bringing his gang with him. Fully armed.”For a brief mo
Chapter 189|| REINALDO'S POV ||I dialed Ryan's number, staring at the screen as the phone rang. My fingers tightened around the edge of the phone, but I knew I had to do this. His angry face had been burned into my mind after our last confrontation, and I couldn’t afford to let him get away with targeting Anastasia. He had crossed a line, and now, it was my turn to make him pay.The call finally connected, and I heard his voice on the other end, cold and full of bitterness.“Ryan,” I said, my voice even but firm. “You shouldn’t have targeted Anastasia. Now, you’re going to pay the price for it.”There was a long pause on the other end. I could practically feel the tension in the air, even through the phone. I could picture him standing there, glaring at me, fuming with anger. He hated me, that much was clear. But he hated Anastasia more. And that would be his undoing.“I should have known you'd be the one behind this,” he spat, his words laced with venom. “What do you think, Reinald
Chapter 188|| Ryan’s POV ||I leaned back against the velvet cushions of the luxurious yacht, letting the sea breeze tug at my clothes. The night was perfect—clear skies, stars scattered across the dark canvas above. I was finally where I wanted to be. Arsula sat across from me, her laugh echoing softly over the water as she recounted yet another one of her playful schemes. The plan had gone off without a hitch. Anastasia was finally out of the picture, and though Reinaldo had escaped unharmed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that the woman I had grown to despise was no longer a threat.Yet, beneath the surface of my triumph, there was a discomfort gnawing at me. I hadn’t expected it to be like this. I had assumed once Anastasia was dealt with, everything would feel... complete. But it didn’t. It felt empty, like something was missing. I couldn’t shake the thought that Reinaldo’s survival, his ability to slip through my grasp once again, would eventually come back t
Chapter 187 || REINALDO'S POV || I sat in my office, my fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood of my desk. Marcel's words replayed in my mind, a haunting echo. "It was Arsula and her team, Reinaldo. They were behind the attack. She was having an affair with Ryan." I felt a rising tide of anger as soon as I heard the name Arsula. How could Ryan, someone I trusted, get involved with such a dangerous woman? My blood boiled at the thought. Arsula had crossed a line—a line that I couldn’t ignore. She had put Anastasia in danger, and for what? A fling with Ryan? I couldn’t fathom it. Marcel stood by the door, awaiting my orders. His expression was a mask of determination, but I could see the hint of concern in his eyes. He knew just as well as I did what kind of situation we were in now. “Marcel,” I said, my voice cold, my fury barely contained, “I need you to list every single man working for Ryan. No exceptions. Everyone. Get it done now.” Marcel nodded immediately, u
Chapter 84|| SANCIA'S POV ||The grand ballroom was a whirlwind of elegance, gilded chandeliers casting a golden glow over the finely dressed guests who moved like waves in a sea of chatter and music. I adjusted the hem of my dress, taking in the splendor with a mix of awe and impatience. Valeria
Chapter 79|| VINCENZO'S POV ||The island was cloaked in darkness, the moon casting a pale glow over the jagged cliffs and turbulent waters. I was back in the cave, my wrists still raw from the ropes, though I had managed to loosen them slightly. My escape attempt earlier in the evening had failed
Chapter 78|| SANCIA'S POV ||I could feel the sun beating down on me as I stepped onto the rocky shore of the pirates' island. The heat was oppressive, but it wasn’t nearly as heavy as the dread settling in my chest. The island was nothing like I’d imagined—a jagged landscape of sharp rocks and wi
Chapter 83|| SANCIA's POV ||The soft hum of the hospital filled the room, punctuated by the occasional beep of the monitor beside Vincenzo’s bed. He lay there, still pale but alive, his chest rising and falling steadily as he rested. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers loosely intertwined w







