All Chapters of His Terms, My Surrender: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Luca’s breath was shaky, his body taut with fear. He knew he was inches from death.“I—I don’t know where Sofia is,” he rasped, his voice strained. “But I know someone who might.”I didn’t ease the pressure of the gun against his ribs. “Who?”Luca exhaled sharply, his forehead slick with sweat. “Diego Torres.”My blood ran hot. Of course. That idiot. That fucking parasite.Diego had been circling like a vulture for years, always looking for a weakness, always waiting for the right moment to strike. He wanted what was mine—my power, my empire. The title of Mafia Lord of New York.And now, the bastard had joined hands with Thomas.I laughed, low and cold. “Of course, that rat would be involved.”Luca swallowed hard. “I—I can take you to one of his men.”My grip on his shirt didn’t loosen. “Who?”“Tyron.”I exhaled slowly, my mind working through the implications. Tyron was one of Diego’s top guys. If he was in on this, then Diego wasn’t just involved—he was deep in it.I tilted my head,

His words settled like poison in my veins, spreading slow, lethal.Did Sofia ever really stop loving him?I kept my gun raised, but the grip was no longer steady—it was rigid. Like if I squeezed too hard, the entire illusion I had built would shatter in my hands.Diego saw it. Smelled the doubt like blood in the water.He smirked. “You feel it now, don’t you?” He leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter, but the weight of it pressed against my ribs. “That sinking feeling in your gut. The one whispering that everything you built? It was never really yours.”I exhaled sharply through my nose, shaking my head. “You’re stalling.”“No, Theo.” Diego’s grin widened. “I’m telling you the truth. And deep down, you already know it.”My finger hovered over the trigger. “You better start talking about Sofia.”Diego chuckled, slow and mocking. “Oh, but I am.” He gestured around us. “All of this? The blood. The empire. The fucking crown? It was never yours to begin with.”I clenched my jaw. “Wron

Sofia's POV The knock jolted me awake.For a second, I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. The room was too dark, the air thick with the damp scent of salt and metal. A safe house, but it felt more like a prison. The bed beneath me was stiff, the thin blanket doing little to fight off the cold.Another knock. This time, softer. Almost… teasing.My pulse quickened.I sat up slowly, my wrists still sore from how tightly they’d bound me earlier. The restraints were gone now—probably because they knew I had nowhere to run.The door creaked open before I could say a word.And there she was.Elianna.Dressed in all black, her hair slicked back, her lips curled into a smirk that sent a chill down my spine.“Rise and shine, sweetheart.” She stepped inside, the dim light casting sharp shadows across her face. “Miss me?”My breath hitched.Elianna.Of all the people I expected to walk through that door, she wasn’t one of them. I hadn’t seen her in days—not since that night when everything turned t

The second Sofia hit the ground, something inside me snapped. Thomas barely had time to react before I pulled the trigger. One shot. Straight to the chest. His smirk faltered, a sharp inhale escaping his lips as he stumbled back, clutching his wound. His eyes met mine, wide with shock—like he never actually thought I’d do it. I didn’t stay to watch him fall. I dropped to my knees beside Sofia, my heart pounding as I scooped her into my arms. Blood soaked through her shirt, warm and sticky against my skin. Her breathing was shallow, her lashes fluttering. No. No, no, no. “Stay with me,” I murmured, tightening my grip on her as I stood, holding her against my chest. “You hear me, Sofia? Don’t you dare close your eyes.” Her fingers curled weakly against my shirt. I ran. I didn’t think. Didn’t look back. The warehouse blurred around me as I shoved through the exit, the cold night air hitting my face like a slap. My car was parked blocks away, but I didn’t care—I ran l

An hour later, a faint movement stirred beneath my fingertips.At first, I thought I imagined it. But then, Sofia’s fingers twitched in my grasp. My breath caught.“Sofia?” I sat up straighter, my heart pounding.Her eyelids fluttered, her lashes barely moving against her pale skin. The beeping of the monitor remained steady, but my entire world tilted when she let out a small, pained sound.Then, finally, her eyes cracked open.Confusion clouded her gaze as she blinked at the ceiling, disoriented. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.I squeezed her hand gently. “Sofia, I’m here.”Her head turned slightly toward my voice, her hazel eyes hazy but searching. Then—realization hit.Her free hand moved, weakly pressing against her stomach.I swallowed hard. “Sofia—”Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched. “The—” Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and strained.I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over her clammy skin. “Shh. Don’t push yourself.”Tears welled in her eyes. “The babies..."