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Same date, six months later. (chapt.13)
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Twisted vows The Journal’s Secret ( chapt. 65)
Alessia’s POV After everything that happened—the summit, Renaldi, the Vatican’s denial machine—you’d think it would feel like a victory. But honestly? It felt more like standing at the edge of a grave. We buried the tapes. Sofia is hidden away. And for the first time in days, I really sat down with Elena’s journal. Page after page filled with her hurried words and ink smudges. There’s pain woven into her poetry. One line kept sticking out: “Truth isn’t the danger. The silence is.” The deeper I went, the more chaotic it became. Elena knew everything. The trafficking. The bribes. The identities of the men responsible for making girls vanish and children suffer. She had tried to fight it. All on her own. And she left behind a map. On the last page, there was a phrase underlined three times: “Firenze. Carcere di Pietra. Unit 5. Ask for ‘Gianni.’” “Carcere di Pietra?” I whispered. “Stone Prison,” Rafael translated. “A military black site,” Matteo added. “One that do
Twisted vows The Last Gatekeeper (chapt. 64)
Alessia’s POV We set out at dawn. No more hiding. No more waiting for them to make the first move. We had the tapes. We had Sofia. And now, we had something they never saw coming: A map. Rafael pulled it from the church files and the encrypted archives we snagged from Severi’s servers. Beneath layers of fake charities and "restoration grants," there lay a tangled web of payments spread across Europe—Hungary, Spain, Malta. But every connection led back to one name: Archbishop Tomas Renaldi. “Who is he?” Luca asked. Rafael’s tone turned grim. “The banker of God.” Renaldi wasn’t just a clergyman. He was the Vatican’s Chief Financial Liaison. And according to the records? Every transfer to Project Salvage had his signature on it. He was the last gatekeeper. The man pulling the strings. We needed to act fast. Renaldi was set to speak at a conference in Geneva soon. A humanitarian summit. The irony was almost too thick to bear. “He’ll have protection,” Nikolai warne
Twisted vows Sacrifice (chapt 63)
Alessia’s POV The instant Severi realized I’d caught him on tape, everything shifted. His expression morphed into something terrifying. The calm cardinal was gone. The smooth smile? Also vanished. What was left… was a monster. He lunged. Not at me— But at Luca. But I was quicker. I pushed the table forward, throwing him off balance, then grabbed Luca’s arm and bolted. The guards were taken by surprise. A shot rang out— splintering the chandelier above us— But we didn’t stop. Down the hallway. Through a side corridor. My pulse was pounding so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear my own breath. Nikolai’s POV I saw them crash through the side doors. Luca was limping, and Alessia was bleeding from her shoulder. I fired two warning shots— taking out one of the guards trying to circle around them. “Here!” I shouted. They jumped into the jeep. We sped off into the woods, leaving a cloud of dust and chaos behind us. Alessia’s POV My hands were unsteady on
Twisted vows The Devil in Silk ( chapt. 62)
Alessia’s POV I didn’t sleep. Didn’t cry. Didn’t even blink. Luca was gone. Taken. Swapped like some kind of currency in a war we never signed up for. And the real monsters? They wore suits and smiled from their pulpits. “I’m going after him,” I announced as the morning light started creeping through our shattered window. Nikolai didn’t put up a fight. He just asked, “Where?” I handed him the card Sofia had sketched out. It had a symbol, an address, and a seal of red wax. This led to a private estate owned by Cardinal Severi—way out in the countryside, hidden deep in some forest where justice didn’t seem to reach. “We can’t just charge in with guns blazing,” Rafael warned. “That’ll spark an international incident.” “He’s already declared war,” I snapped back. “I’m just responding.” I went alone. Not because I was strong, but because I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else dying for me. The estate looked just like I imagined: tall iron gates, marble statues, and a
Twisted vows The Church Beneath the Church (chapt. 61)
Alessia’s POV We rolled up to Santa Maria delle Spine just before midnight. It had that abandoned vibe—walls swallowed by ivy, crumbling arches, and a bell that hadn’t rung in ages. But Sofia’s drawing matched perfectly. The gate. The stairs. That heavy black door with Latin scripture carved into it. Somewhere down below... evil was lying in wait. “Looks quiet,” Rafael remarked, holding his gun low. “It’s never quiet for good reasons,” Nikolai muttered. We split up to breach the door—Rafael and Nikolai went in first, Matteo and I followed behind. Inside? The air was thick with the smell of mildew and old incense. And deeper in, stone steps that led into pitch darkness. The catacombs were colder than anything I’d felt. Lights flickered above. Pews covered in dust. And then, at the end of a hallway, we spotted a red metal door. Rafael checked it out. “Magnetic lock. Looks new.” “Definitely not abandoned,” Nikolai muttered. Matteo spotted a terminal on the wall. A se
Twisted vows When the Silence Breaks (chapt.60)
Alessia’s POV I didn’t sleep at all. I spent the whole night watching Ambrose from the window. He was sitting by the fire, flipping through a leather journal—probably Elena’s. He seemed like a man with nothing to hide. But then again, so did Viktor, Arturo, and Severi. I had figured out by this point: not all evil wears dark clothing. Sometimes, it shows up with a grin. By morning, my mind was in a tailspin. Every memory I had with Ambrose was now riddled with questions. Why did he vanish after Elena died? Why did he seem to know so much but only acted when it was too late? And why was he still in contact with people I’d never heard of? Nikolai found me pacing in the hallway. “You suspect he’s compromised?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest. “I think he’s not being completely honest with us.” “That makes him just like the rest of us,” he shot back. I gave him a hard look. “Don’t defend him. Not now.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not. Just saying—if h
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