Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The day had been going well. At least, Maria Avancii had thought so. She ruled her world with a perfect blend of precision, power, and control. Every room she entered, every decision she made, echoed the authority she’d earned, the empire she’d built. At A√ancii, she moved through the design floor like a storm in heels. The sharp flick of her eyes over fabric swatches, mood boards, and finished pieces left no room for imperfection. Each time her manicured fingers pointed at a sample, it was either approved or discarded without hesitation. She demanded excellence from everyone—and she got it. Then there was SpitFire Technologies. Maria strode through the sleek glass halls, cutting through inefficiency with a razor-sharp edge. A disrespectful employee? Fired on the spot. An inefficient meeting? Ended in minutes. Everywhere she went, people scrambled to keep up, trying to meet her expectations before she shatter

Years Ago...The night air had been thick with cigarette smoke and gasoline fumes, a familiar cocktail of danger and decay.Luca had leaned against a rusted lamppost outside a convenience store, the flickering neon lights buzzing like dying insects. His lighter had clicked open and shut in his hand, the small flame flaring before vanishing—much like his patience.Johan had been late.The bastard had been reckless lately, pushing for bigger scores, chasing something faster, richer—deadlier. He had always been the type to reach for more, never satisfied, and Luca had been the one to rein him in. “We’re running in circles,” Johan had complained just days before, sprawled across Luca’s couch, feet propped up on the table. “While these fuckers are making real money, we’re out here hustling for scraps.”Luca had grunted in response, sipping his beer. “Scraps keep you alive, Jojo.”Johan had only laughed, his voice f

Maria lay curled on the cold, damp concrete, her cheek pressed into the grit. Every breath stung her lungs. The rope at her wrists had rubbed her skin raw, and the nylon around her ankles cut into the soft flesh beneath her gown. She barely felt it anymore. Just numbness. And the weight of her belly, low and taut, a reminder she could not afford to surrender.Her gown—what was left of it—clung to her with sweat and grime, the thin cotton damp with something she hoped was only water. It barely reached mid-thigh anymore, ripped up the sides, exposing the mottled bruises blooming along her hips and thighs. Her knees had turned violet from crawling.But she didn’t tremble.She wouldn’t give him that.A sharp kick slammed into her ribs, forcing air from her lungs in a sudden gasp.Her arms jolted against her restraints, and her belly twisted violently in response.Her babies.Pain radiated throug

Maria was in labor.Premature labor.The rough handling, the stress, the pain—it had pushed her too far. Now, she lay in yet another warehouse, her body wracked with agony as contractions tore through her.The air stank of mildew and metal, and the cold concrete bit into her spine. Her gown was soaked in sweat, her legs trembling uncontrollably. A single camera was set up in front of her, its red light blinking like a silent, soulless eye, transmitting every second of her suffering to the man she needed the most.Luca.Mikael knelt beside her, crouching low, the sharp glint of a pistol pressed firmly against her swollen belly. His expression was calm—too calm. The smile he wore wasn’t one of victory. It was something worse. Something hungry.Luca watched from his phone, his blood running colder than the steel barrel pressed to Maria’s skin. His fingers gripped the edge of the seat, nails digging deep, cracking the leath

BREAKING NEWS: MARIA AND LUCA AVANCII WELCOME BABY BOYThe headlines were everywhere. Every major news station, every tabloid, every gossip site—each scrambling to be the first to report on the birth of the Avancii heir.“Power couple Luca and Maria Avancii have just welcomed a baby boy! Though the couple remains notoriously private, sources close to the family confirm that both mother and child are in stable condition.”Another segment followed, the newscaster flashing a bright smile as she read from the teleprompter.“Speculation is already circulating about the child’s name, though the Avanciis have yet to make an official statement. However, the real buzz isn’t just about the birth but about what’s happening behind the scenes.”Then came the gossip.“Sources say Luca Avancii has been spending more time with his secretary and rumored mistress, Ella Hudgens. A viral video surfaced showing Ella whispering something to Luca at a