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Chapter 234

ผู้เขียน: Michy Gaza
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-26 02:36:46

The hiss of the panel door was soft, but in the silence of the alley it may as well have been a gunshot.

Julian slipped inside first, his movements smooth, predatory, as if he’d been born to infiltrate places like this. Ana followed, her hand ghosting near the holster under her coat, every muscle taut with restraint.

They sealed the panel behind them, swallowed by the sterile hum of the service corridor.

It smelled faintly of disinfectant and steel. The kind of place designed not to be noticed.

“Left,” Ana whispered, eyes darting over the digital map on her wrist screen. “Maintenance hub is two levels down. If we can ghost their cameras from there, we’ve got a window.”

Julian gave her a sideways grin. “You’re the kind of woman who calls breaking into a fortified skyscraper a window. I like you.”

“Save it,” she muttered, though her lips tightened in the ghost of something like amusement.

They moved quietly, shadows on shadows, the sound of their footsteps muffled by industrial flooring
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  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 240

    The kiss burned away the edges of their fury until only raw, trembling need remained. When they finally broke apart, both men stood there breathing like survivors dragged from drowning.Luca’s shirt was torn, his lip bloodied, Asher’s eyes still glistening with fury and heartbreak, but they were alive. Together.For a long beat, neither spoke. The silence was full, dangerous, sacred.And then Luca’s hand slid down, threading with Asher’s like it had been waiting years for this moment. “We’re leaving,” he said, voice low, resolute. “Tonight. No more cages. No more chains. Just us.”Asher’s chest tightened, a thousand doubts rising. He thought of his family name, the Hartwell stain, the Virelli shadow, all of it pressing in like iron walls. But then he looked into Luca’s eyes. They weren’t just steel anymore, they were fire. Fire that wanted to burn every prison down.“Just us,” Asher echoed, as if saying it out loud would make it real.Luca squeezed his hand once, hard, then pulled him

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 239

    “You killed them,” Asher spat, trembling. “For me.” His voice cracked on the last words, thick with disbelief, grief, something he didn’t want to name. “You did this… after letting me rot. After ripping me apart.”Luca finally spoke, voice low and raw. “I know.”That was it. No defense. No excuse. Just two words filled with every unspoken regret he had swallowed for years.Asher laughed, sharp and broken, tears stinging his eyes. “You know? That’s all you have? You know?” He shoved at him again, but this time Luca didn’t move, just stood rooted like the ground itself was holding him still.“Asher…” Luca’s voice softened, but it was thick with gravel, unsteady in a way Luca Virelli never allowed himself to be. “If I could take it all back, if I could trade every empire, every drop of blood, I would. But I can’t.” His jaw tightened, his eyes gleaming with something raw and unshielded. “All I can do now is make sure no one ever hurts you again.”Asher’s chest constricted, rage and longin

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 238

    The silence after the strikes was suffocating. Smoke from the breached corridors seeped faintly into the chamber, carrying the acrid sting of gunpowder.Ana’s words lingered in the air.. “But at what cost?” ...but Luca didn’t answer. He didn’t even glance her way. His jaw was clenched tight, his expression a mask carved from marble, unreadable and terrifying in its calm.Reid’s body slumped where it had fallen, lifeless eyes staring upward, still twisted with hate.Caldera lay a few feet away, his empire ended in a puddle of blood that crept across the polished stone.Julian whistled low under his breath, shaking his head as though watching a prophecy fulfilled.Then, without a word, Luca turned.The sound of his shoes against the bloodstained floor was steady, unhurried.He walked toward the doors as the heavy boots of the SWAT team thundered closer, the echo of shouts ricocheting through the fortress halls.Ana’s hand twitched at her side. Part of her wanted to reach for him, to dra

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 237

    Caldera gripped his pistol tighter, though his hand trembled. Reid stood half a step behind him, pale, wide eyed, desperation straining every line of his face.Luca moved forward, slow, deliberate, until the light from the burning sconces licked across his face. His eyes, dark and unblinking, cut through them both.“Tell me something, Caldera,” he said, his voice low, lethal. “Why? Why covet my family’s empire so badly? You had wealth. You had your gilded thrones, your shadows. What made you think you could touch Virelli power and live?”Caldera’s lips curled, but the bravado cracked. “Because your father was weak,” he spat, though his voice shook. “Paolo built empires with velvet gloves. He thought loyalty was bought with kindness. He didn’t see that loyalty is won with fear. That’s why he’s dead. That’s why you’ll never be the man he was.”Luca’s jaw tightened, the muscle ticking. His silence stretched, suffocating. Then, softly, “You mistook restraint for weakness.” He leaned close

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 236

    The penthouse vibrated with chaos. Guards barked orders into radios that sputtered with static. Gunfire cracked from the lower levels, short bursts, followed by the heavy boots of men retreating. SWAT had breached the first line.Reid stood frozen by the window, his reflection pale against the glass. Below, the black tide of armored men poured into the building like smoke, flooding every exit, every vein.His hands trembled at his sides. Not from the sirens, not from the breach, he had been in danger before. But this was different.This was Luca.The one man who knew well enough how to dismantle someone piece by piece. The one man who would never stop until Reid had nothing left.And now, now, when victory had been within reach, when Caldera had promised him power, when Asher was rotting behind bars and he would have saved him, everything was slipping. The empire he had reached for was being stripped from his hands.“Don’t just stand there like a child,” Caldera snarled, ripping a pis

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 235

    The first shriek of the alarm split the velvet hush of the penthouse like a blade.Reid’s head snapped up from the sleek bar where he’d been pouring whiskey, amber liquid sloshing across the counter.The glass walls shuddered with the sound, every floor below vibrating with it.“What the hell...”Caldera was already moving, his silk robe snapping behind him as he strode toward the central console.His hand slammed down against the panel, streams of red text flashing across the monitors. Security breach. Multiple access points compromised. External units detected.The whiskey glass slipped from Reid’s hand, shattering against marble. His pulse hammered.“Talk to me,” he demanded.Caldera’s eyes, hard, reptilian, cut toward him. “They’re here.”“Who?”The older man bared his teeth. “Who do you think?”Reid’s stomach sank.Virelli.The alarms kept screaming, echoing through the walls like blood pounding in a skull.Guards rushed in, weapons at the ready, eyes wide and frantic.“Lock the

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