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CHAPTER 10: WHEN THE HUNTER IS WATCHED
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2026-09-03 22:52:46
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THE BRIDE HE SWORE TO DESTROY CHAPTER 10: WHEN THE HUNTER IS WATCHED
Author’s Note 🖤 Hey, my loves! 🥹❤️ I know I’ve been gone for quite a while, and I’m sorry for the long silence. Thank you to everyone who stayed and waited patiently for an update. I’m finally back, and the story continues! 🖤 I hope you enjoy the new chapter! ✨ ………….. The silence inside the executive suite on the top floor of Romano Tower was absolute, heavy, and cold. Ace sat behind his dark mahogany desk, the sprawling metropolis glowing like a dying fire outside his window. His expression was an unreadable sheet of ice. Across the desk, his chief security operative stood at strict attention, holding a fresh white file folder. Ace didn't look up from the dark glass of his unlit laptop screen. "I told you I didn't want to be interrupted unless it pertained to the missing transit route." "It doesn't, sir," the operative said, his voice dropping an octave as he carefully laid the file on the leather blotter. "It's about the police precinct. Specifically, the holding facil
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The doors of the central holding facility clicked shut behind Joe Coke, sealing the muffled, gut-wrenching sound of weeping inside. He walked down the wide police station corridor, his head hung low, his dark eyes fixed on the cold linoleum beneath his shoes. His shoulders were drawn high and tight with visible tension, his jaw set so hard the muscle in his cheek twitched beneath pale skin. He wore the hollow, shattered expression of a man who had just watched his entire world dissolve into dirt. Two officers standing near the desk lowered their voices as he passed, their expressions softening with sympathy. One of them, a silver-haired desk sergeant who had seen a thousand broken families, offered a soft, solemn nod. “I’m sorry, Mr. Coke,” the officer said quietly, his tone heavy with genuine pity. Joe didn't speak. He offered only a small, strained nod, his red-rimmed eyes barely shifting, before pushing through the heavy glass doors into the humid afternoon air. The interact
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The cold in the interrogation room didn't come from the air conditioning. It came from the bare metal desk, the scratchy wool blanket resting on the bench, and the absolute lack of time. Alisha Hart sat alone, staring down at her own hands. Her hair was messy, a few loose strands framing a face that looked pale and utterly exhausted. She wasn't screaming. She wasn't pounding her fists against the two-way mirror. She was quiet. Inside her mind, the same single question replayed on a relentless, suffocating loop: What did I do? What did I do? She genuinely didn't know. Her morning had been violently torn apart when three uniformed officers knocked on her door with a warrant. They hadn't answered her frantic questions. They had simply confiscated her phone, escorted her to a police cruiser, and locked her in this windowless room. The heavy steel door clicked, opening an inch. A tired-looking sergeant peered inside. Alisha looked up, her soft eyes wide with a mixture of exha
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Raymond’s lungs refused to expand. The photograph on the black marble desk seemed to burn through the glossy paper, the image of Alisha’s smiling face a stark, agonizing contrast to the absolute darkness closing in on the room. Raymond’s knees remained pressed into the rug. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. “Why...” Raymond’s voice was barely a rasp, a broken sound scraped from the back of his throat. “Why... my sister?” Ace didn't answer immediately. He turned smoothly on his heel and walked back toward the floor-to-ceiling glass, his long, dark silhouette cutting against the pale morning light. He slipped his hands back into his trousers pockets, looking out over the city as if the man groveling on his floor didn't exist. “That’s not your concern,” Ace said calmly. The sheer coldness of the response snapped something inside Raymond. The panic mutated into a desperate, reckless surge of protective instinct. He forced himself up from his knees, his hands clenching into t
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Raymond couldn't lift his chin. His eyes were locked onto the edge of the dark wool rug beneath his feet. The silence in the massive corner office didn't just feel empty; it felt heavy, pressing down on his shoulders until his posture cracked. At the far edge of the room, Ace Romano remained perfectly still, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the fog-shrouded skyline. His hands were tucked casually into his trouser pockets. He didn't acknowledge the heavy door clicking shut. He didn't acknowledge the ragged sound of Raymond’s uneven breathing. A minute stretched into two. The only sound in the entire top-floor suite was the faint, rhythmic ticking of a minimalist black steel clock on the wall. Raymond felt a bead of sweat break at his hairline, tracking slowly down his temple. He didn't dare lift a hand to wipe it away. Finally, Ace turned around. This was the first time Raymond had looked directly at him in months, and the impact was immediate. Ace wasn't stri
THE BRIDE HE SWORE TO DESTROY CHAPTER 5: THE CALM BEFORE JUDGEMENT
No one spoke. Twenty-two senior executives occupied the main boardroom on the top floor of Romano Tower. Twenty-one of them explicitly avoided making eye contact with the man sitting at the head of the long black marble table. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around three sides of the room, looking down on the vast, sprawling metropolis below. Through the pane, on the private rooftop pad directly adjacent to the glass, his sleek matte-black helicopter rested in silence, its rotors still. Ace Romano slowly turned another page of the leather-bound financial dossier resting in front of him. Ace didn't rush. His gaze lingered on a single figure buried halfway down the page. Without looking up, he circled it once with his fountain pen, the nib giving a sharp, dry scratch against the stillness of the room. The silence that followed was heavier than any screamed argument, thicker than any loud threat. Near the middle of the table, a junior vice president adjusted his tie. The silk fabric
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