All Chapters of Velvet Chains: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

The sun was just beginning to rise, spilling pale gold light over the city’s jagged skyline. The world seemed quiet, almost serene—yet beneath that fragile calm, tension wound tighter like a coiled spring ready to snap.Valerio stood by the window in his study, staring out at the awakening city. His mind churned with the aftermath of the last raid. The victory felt hollow—proof of Lucrezia’s reach still lingering like a poison in their veins.He didn’t like to admit it, but every step forward dragged them deeper into her shadow.Footsteps echoed behind him. Sera entered, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and her eyes held the same fierce determination that had saved them time and again.“I didn’t know you were awake already,” she said softly, setting a mug beside his hand.Valerio turned, managing a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many things running through my head.”She joined him by the window, the quiet comfort of her presence a balm against

 The early dawn stretched over Eros like a sigh after battle, painting the skyline with orange and gold, trying to soften the sins of the night. The warehouse smoldered behind them, reduced to a charred skeleton. The smoke carried stories of violence and blood, of betrayal and heat, curling into the heavens like confessions the wind might scatter.Valerio stood at the edge of the destruction, his back to the horizon, the blood on his shirt dried to a rusted brown. Around him, his men moved like shadows, cleaning up the aftermath of the assault. No sign of Marcellus. No body. No proof he was dead.And that fact burned worse than any wound.Sera sat on the steps of an abandoned shipping container, arms wrapped around her knees, gaze locked on the ruins. She hadn’t spoken much since their stolen moment of breathless intimacy. Not because she regretted it—no, the way she had clung to him, moaned his name like a secret, left no room for regre

The rain fell hard over the city, streaking down the windows of the penthouse like silver bullets. Inside, the tension was thicker than the storm clouds, every second pulsing with anticipation. Valerio stood at the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers, the amber liquid catching fire under the dim light.Sera watched him from the velvet armchair across the room. He hadn’t said a word since the call—just a name.Gianluca.She could still hear the venom in Valerio’s voice, still feel the tremor in the room when he’d hurled his phone across it. A rival capo. A ghost from Valerio’s blood-soaked past. And now, apparently, a threat reborn.“He was supposed to be dead,” Valerio muttered, mostly to himself.“But he’s not,” Sera said quietly. “Which means someone helped him crawl out of whatever grave you left him in.”Valerio turned slowly, his eyes dark, rimmed with old fury. “He trafficked girls like livestock. Burned villages. Took children.” His jaw ticked. “I did what had