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Chapter 173

ผู้เขียน: Michy Gaza
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-01 05:54:37

Luca returned to his penthouse that night.

Not to mourn. Not to rest.

But to erase the last of the softness from his life.

The rain had followed him home. The marble floors gleamed with reflections of the storm raging outside.

The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, giving him an unfiltered view of the city he once wanted to share with Asher.

Now, every shadow, every memory in this place, felt poisoned.

The suit jacket he wore still smelled like the cemetery, wet earth, lilies, and regret. He peeled it off slowly, carefully, like shedding skin that no longer belonged to him.

One of the house staff stepped forward to take it, but Luca waved him off. He didn’t want help.

Not tonight.

He moved through the living room, the one Asher had once stood in barefoot, asking if he should cook or order takeout. He passed the couch they’d kissed on, the hallway Asher used to sneak down in the mornings, his laughter still etched into the walls.

Gone.

All of it, gone.

By the time Luca reached hi
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  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 176

    “The footage is unusable. Blurry. No ID. And the only hard evidence I have?” She sighed, stepping closer. “It points at you, Wolfe.”Asher’s jaw tightened. “You don’t believe me.”“I’m not here to believe. I’m here for facts. And right now, the facts are drowning you.”He sat up straighter, forcing composure. “So that’s it? You’re going to railroad me because of circumstantial evidence?”“I’m going to keep digging,” she said. “But you need to give me more. Because if you don’t, this case is closing on you faster than you think.”Asher’s eyes dropped to his cuffed ankle. His fists clenched.“I can’t remember,” he said, hollow. “But I know I didn’t kill him.”“Then help me prove it,” Ana said. “Give me a crack, a name, anything.”He shook his head slowly. “I wish I could.”Ana left the room but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that someone was playing her. Throwing just enough scraps to make her chase shadows while Asher bled out in the spotlight.But until she had something real,

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 175

    He closed his eyes again, praying for just one face to appear in his mind that he could trust.Julian. Maybe.Reid… He wanted to believe in him, but something...A metallic click outside.A janitor wheeled in a cleaning cart, but his badge was crooked. Not the hospital issued kind. His eyes darted quickly to Asher’s and then to the corner camera before he silently scrubbed the floor.Too silent.Asher’s stomach twisted.The man left without a word.And Asher was suddenly certain, he wasn’t supposed to survive the precinct either..................Julian hadn’t slept.He was on his third coffee in a single hour, leaning over his desk with forensic photos spread across the table, security footage reports, and court requisitions piling on his laptop screen. Every second wasted felt like another nail in Asher’s coffin.He rubbed at his brow, eyes gritty and red.The front door buzzed.He blinked, then moved to answer it.Reid stepped inside, damp from the rain, duffel slung over his shou

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 174

    They moved him into a clinical room first, a cold, sterile space with one small bed, a security camera, and a nurse who wouldn’t look him in the eye either.The officer uncuffed his ankle, only to swap it for a reinforced restraint attached to the hospital bed.“You’ll be here under observation for 24 hours,” the nurse said, gently but firmly. “Then, per the warrant, you’ll be transferred to holding.”Asher nodded numbly. His lips were dry. His tongue heavy.He wasn’t in pain anymore, at least not physically. The gunshot wound had been stitched. The painkillers were still doing their job.But inside… he felt like someone had scooped out his insides and left him hollow.He lay there in silence as the nurse adjusted his IV.He didn’t ask for a phone.He didn’t ask for Julian.He didn’t even ask what they had on him.Because even if he hadn’t done it... No one would believe him.Not after that look in Luca’s eyes.Asher lay on his side, staring at the gray wall of the clinical cell. The

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 173

    Luca returned to his penthouse that night.Not to mourn. Not to rest.But to erase the last of the softness from his life.The rain had followed him home. The marble floors gleamed with reflections of the storm raging outside.The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, giving him an unfiltered view of the city he once wanted to share with Asher.Now, every shadow, every memory in this place, felt poisoned.The suit jacket he wore still smelled like the cemetery, wet earth, lilies, and regret. He peeled it off slowly, carefully, like shedding skin that no longer belonged to him.One of the house staff stepped forward to take it, but Luca waved him off. He didn’t want help.Not tonight.He moved through the living room, the one Asher had once stood in barefoot, asking if he should cook or order takeout. He passed the couch they’d kissed on, the hallway Asher used to sneak down in the mornings, his laughter still etched into the walls.Gone.All of it, gone.By the time Luca reached hi

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 172

    He walked toward the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the storm slicked city. Lights reflected off the glass like falling stars. Somewhere out there, Asher was sitting alone, locked in a hospital ward, thinking he had pulled the trigger on a man who’d once been family.And soon… he’d end up believing he’d killed him.Because memories didn’t just return like a light switch. They leaked in. Slow. Dripping like poison or salvation, depending on who guided the recovery.And Reid intended to be that guide.Asher would remember what he chose to show him.And Luca? The Virelli legacy?Let him mourn his father.Because Reid had made his choice.He would burn the world before he let it take Asher from him again..................The flowers were beginning to wilt.Three days had passed since the funeral, and the arrangements at the Virelli mausoleum, white lilies, calla blossoms, wreaths carved in gold filigree, had begun to bow under the weight of grief and weather.The rain hadn’t stopp

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 171

    Reid clenched his jaw and moved to the fireplace. The logs were cold. He grabbed the lighter fluid, doused the papers, including the forged entry badge used by the three fake security men.The route planner he’d used to organize their access. The contact phone numbers. And finally, the velvet pouch.The fire caught slowly. First the paper curled, blackened. Then the pouch disintegrated in bursts of orange.He stood there, watching as the smoke swallowed all the evidence. All the guilt. All the truth.The apartment filled with heat and the thick scent of burnt electronics.Reid wiped his hands on his jeans and turned back toward the living room, his eyes flat.Was this love?He wasn’t sure anymore.He remembered how Asher had looked the last time they spoke before the summit, tired, bleeding from too many battles fought alone, yet still holding out hope. Still good. Reid had loved him then. Still did.And yet, here he was. Covering his tracks like a criminal.You’re doing this for him,

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