登入Smoke billowed heavily across the monastery courtyard as frantic cries echoed in every direction."Medic!""Secure the perimeter!""Watch the rooftops!"Lorenzo's first instinct wasn't to chase the shadows responsible for the attack. It was to find Lorrie. He tightened his arms around her, shielding her frame, until he felt her shift against him."Lorrie."She coughed softly, pushing gently against his chest. "I'm... okay."He pulled back just enough to examine her face in the hazy light. A small, superficial cut marked her forehead, but nothing more. Only then did the heavy weight in his chest lift enough to let him breathe."I'm fine," she whispered, looking up at him."You don't look fine."She smiled weakly. "I'm alive.""That's all that matters."Matteo emerged from the settling smoke, his dark tactical gear covered in white stone dust. "The Chancellor!"Everyone turned toward the center of the courtyard. The spot where Theodore Blackwood had been standing just moments prior was
# Chapter Ninety-Four: No One Takes Mrs. DimitriThe monastery courtyard fell completely silent.On one side stood the Shadow Wolves, their automatic rifles raised with lethal precision. On the other stood the Royal Guard in polished ceremonial armor, handles on their sidearms. Between them stood Lorenzo Dimitri.Victor Hale slowly, deliberately unfolded the royal decree. "By the authority of the Royal Council of Arden, Princess Aurora is hereby ordered to return to the Royal Palace until the succession hearing is concluded." He looked directly past Lorenzo's shoulder to lock eyes with Lorrie. "This is not an arrest. It is royal protection."Matteo let out a harsh laugh from the flank. "Liar."Victor ignored him entirely. "Princess Aurora, we ask that you come with us willingly."Lorrie didn't move an inch. Instead, she looked up at Lorenzo. His face remained an unreadable, chiseled mask, but his hand quietly reaching back for hers betrayed everything he was feeling. She slipped her f
The recorder clicked. Then... absolute silence.Lorenzo stared down at the small cassette player lying inside the polished wooden box. His father's voice still echoed heavily in his mind.> *"There is one fundamental truth about your marriage contract that you were never meant to know..."*> "Lorenzo?"Lorrie's gentle voice pulled him back from the precipice of his thoughts. He looked up, but his face remained a completely unreadable mask.Gabriel stepped forward, picking up the recorder with practiced, careful movements. "The tape snapped.""Can it be repaired?" Lorenzo asked, his tone flat."I'll have our forensic team try immediately."Lorenzo nodded once. "Do it. And don't let anyone outside this room know what was on that recording."An hour later, the dismantled recorder sat beneath the harsh lights of Gabriel's workbench. Tiny pieces of magnetic tape lay scattered beneath the lens of a high-powered microscope.Gabriel sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "Whoever prepared this... wa
The helicopter blades thundered overhead as the Royal Council's convoy disappeared beyond the heavy monastery gates, leaving a dense, suffocating silence in its wake.Lorrie remained standing beside Lorenzo on the stone steps, her fingers still securely intertwined with his. She had spoken without a single shred of hesitation before the council's lawyers.> *“I chose my husband.”*> The words continued to echo deeply in Lorenzo's mind. For a man who had spent his entire life believing trust was a calculated weakness, those four words felt heavier than any blood oath he had ever taken.Later that evening, Lorrie stood alone on the stone balcony outside their private quarters. The midnight sea stretched endlessly beneath the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows over the cliffs.She heard the heavy balcony door slide open behind her. Without looking back, the familiar, grounding scent of cedar and rain told her exactly who it was."You've been quiet," Lorenzo noted softly.She s
The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.Lorenzo stared down at the court petition in his hands. His grip tightened, the thick parchment crumpling beneath the sheer force of his fury."They want to annul our marriage," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.Lorrie looked at him, her eyes wide as she tried to process the reality of the words. "Can they actually do that?"The elderly Queen slowly entered the room, her cane clicking softly against the stone floor, with Elias following close behind.Elias adjusted his glasses before answering grimly. "Legally... they can request it. But they cannot force it."Lorenzo's gray eyes narrowed, locking onto the old advisor. "Explain.""The Royal Council believes Princess Aurora's marriage should have required their formal approval," Elias explained. "If they manage to convince the High Tribunal that your marriage is invalid under the ancient royal laws of Arden... they'll declare it void."Matteo scoffed from the doorway, c
Rain lashed violently against the monastery windows. The sky was a dull, suffocating shade of gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned the dark secrets buried beneath Arden.Lorenzo hadn't slept. Again.He stood alone in his office, staring down at the photograph Vincent had unknowingly set into motion. His late father, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with King Alexander. The picture had been taken only days before Alexander’s reported death, which meant only one thing: the official story was a lie. The ghost of the past was incomplete.A sharp knock broke his concentration. "Come in."Gabriel entered, adjusting a tablet under his arm. "The Moretti family has officially left the monastery grounds.""What about Adrian?""He left with them."Lorenzo nodded slowly. "Good."Gabriel hesitated, looking at his boss carefully. "Boss... I don't think Adrian is our enemy.""I know," Lorenzo replied, his gray eyes hardening. "But someone will use him."Across the monastery, the atmosphere wa







