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Chapter 76: Brielle's POV
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That was the only word I could manage, and even then, it sounded like someone else had spoken it. Like I was outside myself. Watching. The vault air was still too cold. The light from the screen flickered across my father's face like it was trying to erase him. Make him unreal. But he didn’t disappear. “You were part of this,” I said finally, voice low. “You let them do this to me?” “I protected you,” he said. Calm. Too calm. “You think you’re here by accident? You think I didn’t plan every second of your life up until this moment?” “Wow,” Valerie muttered. “Dad of the year.” “Shut up, Val,” I snapped, too raw to be polite. “I get it,” she said, backing off. “Trauma first, sarcasm later.” I turned back to him. “If you planned my life, why disappear? Why fake your death? Why leave me with ghosts and riddles and a vault that’s apparently a prison?”
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The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 78: Brielle's POV
Ace’s voice was hard now. “Then they find out how badly they miscalculated.” “Not to make this about me,” Valerie added, “but I really want to punch someone.” “We all do,” I said. I stood slowly, brushing dirt off my jeans. The fire crackled, the wind died down, and for a second, the world didn’t feel like it was ending. “Tomorrow,” I said. “We go after the next site.” “Which one?” Esther asked. “There’s one near Brookline. Hidden beneath an old water treatment plant.” “Because of course there is,” Dawson muttered. I met Ace’s eyes. “You with me?” “Always.” Valerie raised her hand. “I’ll drive. Dibs on the aux cord.” “God help us,” Esther mumbled. As we settled for the night, the stars above us felt less like watchers and more like witnesses. To who I’d been. To who I was beco
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 77: Brielle's POV
I don’t think I stopped shaking until we reached the edge of the forest. Or maybe I never stopped. Maybe I just got better at hiding it. The fire behind us lit up the sky, but I didn’t turn around. Didn’t need to. That part of my life—those files, that lab, those lies—it was all ash now. Good. “I’m starving,” Valerie said suddenly, like she couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Do we think we’re close to civilization or should I start foraging?” “I’ve seen you try to ‘forage,’” Dawson muttered. “You almost poisoned us with mushrooms that time.” “They looked normal!” “They glowed.” “Okay, slightly glowy.” I let their bickering fill the quiet. It was easier than thinking. Ace was beside me, silent, steady. I kept wondering when he’d let go. But he didn’t. Not once. “You’re too quiet,” he said finally, low enough only I could
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 76: Brielle's POV
No. That was the only word I could manage, and even then, it sounded like someone else had spoken it. Like I was outside myself. Watching. The vault air was still too cold. The light from the screen flickered across my father's face like it was trying to erase him. Make him unreal. But he didn’t disappear. “You were part of this,” I said finally, voice low. “You let them do this to me?” “I protected you,” he said. Calm. Too calm. “You think you’re here by accident? You think I didn’t plan every second of your life up until this moment?” “Wow,” Valerie muttered. “Dad of the year.” “Shut up, Val,” I snapped, too raw to be polite. “I get it,” she said, backing off. “Trauma first, sarcasm later.” I turned back to him. “If you planned my life, why disappear? Why fake your death? Why leave me with ghosts and riddles and a vault that’s apparently a prison?”
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 75: Brielle's POV
“You should eat something.”I didn’t look up from the map spread across the table. “Not hungry.”Valerie plopped an apple down next to my hand anyway. “Doesn’t matter. Eat.”Ace stood in the corner, arms crossed, silent as usual. Dawson paced. Esther clicked away on her laptop like the keys owed her money.“We’re running out of time,” Esther muttered.Dawson stopped pacing. “We’ve been running out of time for three weeks.”“No,” she said. “This is different. There’s chatter—encrypted channels, burner phones. Whoever’s behind this isn’t just watching now. They’re planning.”I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Planning what?”“Could be another hit,” she said. “Could be a rescue mission. Could be… extraction.”Ace finally spoke. “For you.”Valerie raised her brows. “Extraction? Like kidnapping?”Dawson snorted. “Like we’d let that happen.”“I’m not worried about being taken,” I said. “
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 78: Brielle's POV
Ace’s voice was hard now. “Then they find out how badly they miscalculated.” “Not to make this about me,” Valerie added, “but I really want to punch someone.” “We all do,” I said. I stood slowly, brushing dirt off my jeans. The fire crackled, the wind died down, and for a second, the world didn’t feel like it was ending. “Tomorrow,” I said. “We go after the next site.” “Which one?” Esther asked. “There’s one near Brookline. Hidden beneath an old water treatment plant.” “Because of course there is,” Dawson muttered. I met Ace’s eyes. “You with me?” “Always.” Valerie raised her hand. “I’ll drive. Dibs on the aux cord.” “God help us,” Esther mumbled. As we settled for the night, the stars above us felt less like watchers and more like witnesses. To who I’d been. To who I was becoming. And I swore to myself—I’d be more than what they built me for. I’d be mine. Even if I had to burn the whole damn world to prove it. --- Morning came slower than I wanted it to. The fores
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 73: Brielle's POV
The car ride back to the secondary safehouse was a blur of blood, gun oil, and too many things left unsaid. Valerie drove like she had a death wish, and Esther kept checking the rearview mirror like it might lie to her. Dawson muttered curses through clenched teeth, cradling his splinted arm. Ace hadn’t said a word. Not since we left the brownstone in flames. I finally cracked. “You’re sulking.” He didn’t look at me. “Not sulking.” “You’re brooding, then.” “That’s different how?” Valerie asked, not even looking up from the road. “It’s quieter,” Esther answered. “And more annoying.” Ace shifted in his seat. “She stabbed Julia. I’m allowed a minute to process that.” “I didn’t just stab her,” I muttered. “I ended her.” Silence fell. “Brutal,” Valerie whispered, like she was proud. “Necessary,” Esther added. “
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 72: Brielle's POV
The warehouse loomed like a rotting carcass, its windows shattered and bleeding moonlight. Julia stood at the center, her black bob slick as oil under the flickering fluorescents. Dawson knelt at her feet, his face swollen and unrecognizable. Valerie whistled low. “Drama queen much?” Ace’s hand brushed mine as we stepped inside, a silent question. I jerked away. “Took you long enough,” Julia purred, her honey-brown eyes glinting. “I was starting to think you’d let dear Uncle Dawson bleed out.” Dawson spat blood. “Don’t… do it, Brie.” Julia kicked him silent. “Enough. Where’s my key?” Ace stepped forward, his voice steel. “Let him go first.” “Still giving orders?” She laughed. “You’re not the king here anymore, Ace. Just a washed-up ghost.” Valerie flipped a knife in her palm. “Can I stab her yet?” “Patience,” Esther muttered, her gaze scanning the shadows. Julia snapped her
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 71: Brielle's POV
The safehouse reeked of mothballs and regret. Valerie tossed a sequined dress at me, the fabric slithering to the floor like a dead thing. “Try this. It’s got ‘stab me’ written all over it.” I nudged it with my boot. “More like ‘shoot me first.’” Ace leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his buzz cut catching the dim light. “Black’s practical. Blood doesn’t show.” “Romantic,” I said flatly. Valerie snorted. “Says the man who proposed with a gunshot wound.” Esther strode in, her heels clicking like a metronome. “Party starts in three hours. Intel says Julia’s got the Azura family on her payroll. They’ll be armed.” “Aren’t we all?” Valerie twirled a knife, her scar twisting with her smirk. Ace’s gaze lingered on me. “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes, I do.” I picked up the dress, hating how my hands didn’t shake. “You made sure of that.” He flinched. Good. --- The ba
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 70: Brielle's POV
The safehouse hummed with restless energy, like a hive after someone kicked it. Valerie paced the living room, her boots scuffing the worn hardwood, while Esther methodically disassembled and cleaned her pistol at the kitchen table. The metallic *click-clack* parts echoed like a morbid lullaby. Dawson’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. “Julia’s meeting the Nightwind contact tonight. Warehouse district. Chelsea.” Ace leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. His posture was calm, but his jaw twitched. “She’s testing our reach. Let her.” I stared at the chipped mug in my hands, the coffee inside long gone cold. “Or she’s baiting *me*.” Valerie stopped pacing. “Why you?” “Because Kade said *ask her* before I shot him. Julia’s not stupid. She knows I’m the loose thread.” Ace’s gaze flicked to me, unreadable. “You’re not a thread. You’re the knife.” Esther snorted. “Poetic. But
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