Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Shot: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

A thin fog hovers over Lake Lucerne. Pine trees stand silently like mute witnesses to a winter that refuses to pass. Inside the villa, the warm air from the fireplace contrasts sharply with the cold hearts drifting apart.Harley stands on the balcony, hugging himself. The wind carries fragments of a letter he never finished. A letter to Mrs. Lee, containing apologies and hints that he wants to come home. But now, the paper is torn, just like his soul.In the morning, Jonathan walks through the backyard with a cup of coffee. As the wind blows through the lavender bushes, his eyes catch something—a scrap of paper wedged between the wooden fence. He bends down and picks it up.The writing is faint, but he is sharp enough to read the fragment of a sentence: "Mom, I miss you... But I'm scared... I want to come home."Jonathan's face hardens. His fingers clenched around the paper that nearly disintegrated from the dew. But as he returns inside the villa, his smile is calm again. Fake, but

His voice sounded like thunder shaking the night. Command shouts, warning gunfire, and the roaring engines of aircraft warming up filled the air. Jonathan ran as fast as he could, clutching Harley’s frail body and their crying baby tucked in a blanket, carried by one of his loyal guards.Tears mixed with drizzle, blurring his vision. Behind them, Edgar chased relentlessly, crashing through obstacles, his face tense and his breath heavy. They were only a dozen meters apart. But to Jonathan, that distance felt like a deadly chasm.“STOP, JONATHAN!” Edgar shouted, his voice breaking with anger and fear. “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM!”Jonathan turned his head, and in a split second, his steps faltered. His feet slipped on the wet runway, almost causing Harley to fall from his arms. Harley let out a faint scream. Their baby cried hysterically. Jonathan tried to hold on, but his body was too weak, too panicked.They almost fell—At that moment, the first bullet erupted from the rifle of o

The moonlight shone sharply through the cracks of the old iron roof. The faint scent of metal and old blood still lingered subtly. In the cold and empty room, Frederick stood with his back to the door. His body was upright like a steel beam, while a thin trail of cigarette smoke floated from his fingertips. Several scars of sharp objects were visible on his cheek area, believed to have been caused by shards of glass during his attack at Edgar’s hideout in Saint Petersburg.The sound of footsteps echoed as a muscular man with silver hair and piercing eyes like blades appeared from the shadows, dressed in a long dark gray wool coat. Behind him, two loyal henchmen stood guard.“Quite dramatic for a secret meeting. I hear your attempt to incapacitate Edgar and that damn Omega failed. Very unfortunate,” said Yuzinkhov, his voice heavy with a firm Russian accent, accompanied by a sneer full of cunning.Fredrick did not turn around. “That news spread faster and reached you like a storm. Let’