Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood And Desire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Chapter 52: Enemies FallThe air in the DeLuca compound was thick with tension. For months, Nico had been a threat hanging over Dante's head, his presence like a storm cloud that never fully dissipated. But now, after countless battles, bloodshed, and manipulations, the storm had finally broken.Nico was dead.At least, that’s what everyone had believed when the body had been found. His fall had been swift, precise, and calculated—exactly how Dante preferred to handle his enemies. A bullet to the head. No fanfare. No witnesses. Just death. Nico had underestimated him, and now he was paying the ultimate price.Isla stood at Dante’s side, her eyes locked on the bloodstained floor where Nico’s body had once lain. Dante’s empire was solidifying, but with it, came the ever-present reminder of just how brutal the world they occupied truly was. She could still hear the echoes of the gunshot, the image of Nico’s body crumpling to the ground.But even as the victory over Nico lingered in the a

Chapter 54: The Bloody EndingThe night was dark, the sky heavy with the weight of impending storm clouds, as Dante stood over the wreckage of what had once been a place of refuge. His hands were bloodstained, his thoughts clouded with rage, and his heart twisted with vengeance. The events of the past days had led him here, to the final confrontation with El Cado, and nothing, not even his growing love for Isla, could stop what needed to be done.His men, ever loyal, had done what they were trained to do—track El Cado to the very edges of the city. They had gathered information, confirmed his hideout, and surrounded the abandoned warehouse like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. But Dante had insisted on handling this himself. This was personal. El Cado had crossed a line, not just by kidnapping his sister but by threatening the life of Isla, the one person Dante could no longer imagine living without.The echo of gunfire still lingered in the air, though the battle had long s

Chapter 56: A Mafia WeddingThe grand cathedral stood tall under the evening sky, its towering stained-glass windows illuminated by the golden light of hundreds of flickering candles inside. The entire DeLuca empire had gathered, dressed in their finest, waiting for the moment when the most feared and powerful man in the underworld would claim his queen.Dante stood at the altar, clad in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his sharp features set in a look of determination. His presence was commanding, exuding power with every breath, but tonight, there was something different in his gaze—an intensity that wasn’t just about control or dominance. It was about devotion.He was about to marry the woman who had made him kneel. The woman who had tamed his demons yet fueled his obsession. Isla.The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral creaked open, and every head turned as Isla stepped forward.Dressed in an ivory gown that clung to her figure before cascading into layers of lace, she looked b

Chapter 57: Luca’s DepartureThe wedding celebrations had slowly started to die down. Guests had begun to leave, but a few key figures remained, lingering in the grand DeLuca estate. Dante sat in his private lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey, reflecting on the day. Isla had disappeared to their bedroom, but he knew she was waiting for him.He exhaled deeply, feeling something shift within him. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was the start of something permanent, something he had never envisioned for himself. And just as he was about to get lost in thought, the door creaked open.Luca.Dante’s closest ally, his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusted. Luca stepped inside, his usual smirk in place, but there was something different about him. Something… final.Dante’s sharp gaze met Luca’s. “You look like a man who’s about to give me bad news.”Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Depends on how you see it.”Dante set his drink down. “Talk.”Luca hesitated for a moment before runn

Chapter 59: Family and FutureIsla sat on the balcony of the DeLuca estate, the warm afternoon breeze brushing against her skin as she sipped a glass of wine. It had been a long time since she had seen her brother, Alex, in person. They had always been close, bound by the pain of their past and the vengeance they had finally taken.When the butler announced Alex’s arrival, Isla didn’t waste a second. She rushed inside and saw him standing in the grand foyer, his usual confident smirk in place.“Alex!” she called out, throwing her arms around him.Alex hugged her tightly. “Still dramatic, I see.”She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. You missed me, admit it.”He chuckled. “Maybe a little.”They moved to the sitting area, where Isla poured him a drink. As they clinked glasses, they fell into comfortable laughter, reminiscing about their childhood—the good and the bad.“Remember when we used to sneak out to steal sweets from the bakery?” Isla grinned.Alex groaned. “And got caught by Mom? She g