Semua Bab The Valisteen Princess : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 52 DylanThe night air was thick with the scent of gasoline, sharp and clinging to my clothes. The old warehouse stood before me, its rusted metal frame barely holding together. A perfect place for rats to hide.I moved through the shadows, silent and swift. The intel had been clear—this was where they were keeping him. The man who had stolen from us, who thought he could disappear without consequences. But when I searched every inch of the building, I found nothing.Except her.Curled up in the corner of a filthy room, unconscious, blood drying on the side of her face. I crouched down, studying her. She was young, too young to be part of this mess, but the bruises on her arms and the torn state of her clothes told me she had been here for a while.And she wasn’t alone.Footsteps echoed from the hallway outside. Low voices, casual, unaware of what was coming. I pulled my knife free, standing slowly. The first man stepped through the doorway, barely registering me before my bla

Chapter 54 – Denial The training room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of my fists hitting the heavy bag. Each strike sent a sharp jolt through my arms, the impact echoing through the empty space. Sweat dripped down my temple, but I barely noticed. My breathing was steady, my focus razor-sharp.It had been three weeks since Mia left the clan. Three weeks since things settled, since the tension hanging over the estate had started to ease. My hand had healed completely—not that it had ever been a real concern. A minor injury, nothing more. The kind of pain I could ignore.Unlike the other weight that had been pressing on my mind.I tightened my stance and threw another punch, harder this time. The bag jolted violently, the chains above groaning from the force.I wasn’t restless.I wasn’t overthinking.I wasn’t—“You’re going to tear the bag off the ceiling if you keep that up.”I exhaled sharply, lowering my fists. Turning my head slightly, I saw Sarah standing near the entranc

Chapter 56. Hopefully, this ends soon.“Not if we hit them hard enough,” Mimi added. “We’ll have to move fast. We can’t let them get away again.”I ran a hand through my hair, ignoring the twinge of tension in my neck. “We don’t have enough people for a full-on assault. We need to get in, do the damage, and get out. Quick and clean.”Victor crossed his arms, studying me. “You think Dylan will help?”I clenched my jaw. “I’m not asking for his help.”Mimi’s eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, she was quiet, then she nodded. “Fine. We can do this ourselves. But we’ll need full cooperation. No room for mistakes this time.”I felt my heartbeat pick up. This was it. This was the moment where we either succeeded or failed. No more second-guessing.I looked at the map again. “Here,” I said, pointing to a spot on the edge of the district. “We’ll set up our perimeter here. I want a team on the north and south sides to block any exits. Mimi, you’ll handle the ground team. Victor, you’re with

Chapter 59: Twenty-Four Hours EarlierThe air in the war room was thick with tension. Maps, plans, and weapons were spread across the table in front of me, each detail meticulously marked, each decision weighted with the gravity of what we were about to do.Victor leaned against the far wall, flipping a knife between his fingers with practiced ease. Mimi stood by the table, her expression unreadable as she scanned the maps again, her eyes flicking over the marked territories, the planned attack routes, the locations of key targets.The Vagaz twins were dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly ruthless. We had waited for the right moment, biding our time, gathering information, and now it was time to strike.A soft knock at the door broke through the tension, and without waiting for permission, one of the clan members stepped in—Kara, one of our most trusted scouts.“Everything’s set,” she said, her voice sharp, urgent. “The twins are at the rendezvous point. We can hit them now, while th

Chapter 61: A Debt in BloodThe scent of antiseptic hung in the air, sharp and clinical, masking the faint traces of blood and sweat. The room was dim, only the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminating the two still figures lying beneath the blankets.Mia and Mimi.They were out cold. The exhaustion, the pain—it had finally forced them under. Sarah had cleaned their wounds, stitched what needed stitching, and dosed them with enough painkillers to keep them from waking for a while. Even then, Mia had fought it, her body tensed like she was ready to bolt the second she could. Only when she physically couldn’t stay awake any longer did she give in.I stood at the foot of the bed, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of their breathing. My hands clenched at my sides, a storm brewing inside me.Someone had done this.Someone had set them up, left them to die, and if they had succeeded… if Mia and Mimi hadn’t been strong enough to survive…I exhaled sharply, forcing the thought down befo