Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Chapter 146 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ The moment Kaine’s eyes locked onto Sylvia’s face, I knew we were fucked. Twenty years of carefully honed instincts screamed at me to get her out of there before everything went to hell. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not with dozens of armed men surrounding us, not with Giancarlo’s security detail positioned at every exit, not with Sylvia frozen in terror beside me. So I did what I’d been trained to do since I was fifteen years old: I smiled. “Magnificent auction,” I said loudly enough for my voice to carry, raising my wine glass toward Giancarlo. “Two million for such exquisite quality. You truly know how to showcase your finest assets.” The words tasted like poison in my mouth, but they had the desired effect. Several heads turned toward me, including Kaine’s, and I saw his attention shift slightly away from Sylvia. Thanks to the mask, they couldn’t tell who I was. “Mr. Kozlov,” Giancarlo beamed, clearly pleased with the evening’s success. “I’m so

Chapter 148 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I watched as panic began to ripple through the room like wildfire. These wealthy monsters who had been so comfortable discussing human trafficking moments before were now looking toward the exits, calculating their chances of escape. But Nikolai stood perfectly still, his hand firm on my waist, radiating a calm that was more terrifying than any rage I’d ever witnessed. He was in complete control, and everyone in the room knew it. “You have about three minutes,” he said conversationally to the room, “before my men surround this building. I suggest you use that time wisely.” Some of the guests began moving toward the doors, but Nikolai’s voice cut through their panic like a blade. “Where do you think you’re going?” They froze. “You see, everyone in this room has participated in something that offends me deeply. You’ve all sat here, eating fine food, drinking expensive wine, and casually discussing the buying and selling of human beings. That makes y

Chapter 150 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ I watched Sylvia hold her brother. After everything—the memory loss, the manipulation, the lies—she had found Oliver. But more importantly, she had taken control. She had faced down Kaine with a gun in her hand and forced him to sign those divorce papers. That’s my girl. Now, with Oliver in her arms and those divorce papers signed, she had what she needed. Now it was my turn. “Manuel,” I said quietly, “take Giancarlo and secure the basement. We need those backup files Oliver mentioned.” “On it, boss.” “Luigi, how’s your shoulder?” “I’ll live,” he grunted, applying pressure to the wound. “Just need to stop the bleeding.” I turned my attention to Kaine, who was still standing there with the signed divorce papers clutched in his hand like they might disappear. The worst part of this night had been having to pretend to be civil with Kaine and Giancarlo, because I didn’t want Sylvia to witness what I had in mind for them. Now that she had Oliver

Chapter 152 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ My life in the past twelve hours felt like a dream I was afraid to wake from. Oliver sat beside me in the car, quiet and withdrawn, his eyes constantly scanning our surroundings like he was expecting danger to materialize at any moment. Seven years of conditioning didn’t disappear overnight, and I could see the way his muscles remained tense, ready to spring into action even in the safety of Luigi’s car. Luigi winced as he shifted gears, his injured shoulder clearly bothering him despite his attempts to hide it. “We’re almost there,” he said softly, glancing at us through the rearview mirror. Agnes and Maria sat in the third row, both lost in their own thoughts. Agnes looked tired and ashamed. Maria seemed fragile, like a porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest touch. As we pulled into the driveway of Nikolai’s house, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety wash over me. Relief that we were safe, that Oliver was finally here with me. Anxiety

Chapter 154 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ It was nearly three in the morning when I finally heard his car outside. My heart leaped, and I ran downstairs, not caring that I was wearing only a silk nightgown. “Nikolai?” I called softly, not wanting to wake the others. He appeared in the doorway, looking tired but unharmed. The moment I saw him, I launched myself into his arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight. “Are you okay?” I asked, pulling back to study his face. “Are you hurt? Did anything happen?” “I’m fine,” he said. His arms tightened around me, “Everything is settled. It’s over.” “It’s really over?” I asked, hardly daring to believe it. “It’s over,” he confirmed. “Kaine and Giancarlo are taken care of. The files have been distributed to multiple law enforcement agencies. The whole network is going to come crashing down.” Relief flooded through me, so intense it was almost overwhelming. “Thank you,” I whispered against his neck. “Thank you so much for everything.” I