All Chapters of Velvet Chains: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The early morning mist hung low over the Ravello estate, casting a silver haze over the grounds like a breath held in suspense. Guards moved through the fog like ghosts, quiet, alert. Inside, the mansion pulsed with tension—the kind that coils in the bones, waiting to snap.Sera stood in the atrium, her phone pressed to her ear. Her voice was low, steady.“We need you.”The person on the other end gave a low, familiar chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d call, sweetheart. Thought your new king had it all under control.”“This isn’t about ego,” she said. “It’s about war.”A beat of silence. Then: “We’ll be there by nightfall.”She ended the call and exhaled slowly. Behind her, Valerio entered, his eyes immediately locking onto hers. He hadn’t slept. Neither of them had. But he didn’t need words to ask what she’d done.“The twins?”She nodded.He closed the distance between them in two strides, cupping her jaw. “This is dangerous.”“So is everything we’ve done.”His fingers traced the edge of h

The gala hummed with opulence. Glittering chandeliers cast fractured light on polished marble, a thousand diamonds glittered on a thousand throats, and laughter spilled from lips that knew too much about blood but never spoke of it.Valerio didn’t smile. His hand remained on the small of Sera’s back, a silent command and a possessive claim all at once. They moved like predators in silk—flawless, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.Sera’s heels clicked against the floor, her crimson gown a siren’s call. Men looked; women glared. But no one dared speak.She belonged to the most feared man in Eros City now.And Lucrezia finally noticed.The older woman’s cold blue eyes lifted from her champagne flute and froze mid-sip. She didn’t betray shock, but her fingers twitched slightly, betraying the misfire in her heart. She straightened slowly and whispered something to the senator at her side before stepping away from the crowd.Valerio smirked. “Hook set.”Sera didn’t blink. “Now we reel her

The penthouse no longer smelled like blood.That alone should’ve comforted Sera, but it didn’t.Instead, the silence left room for something else—doubt, questions, and an eerie sense of waiting. Like the city held its breath.Valerio had barely left her side in the three days since Lucrezia’s capture. The world outside continued shifting like tectonic plates. Allies whispered in backrooms. Enemies regrouped in shadows.And Sera?She was learning how to be powerful.Not because of Valerio.But beside him.At 9:00 a.m., she stood in front of a sleek black wardrobe in one of the guest bedrooms—now her official dressing room. Her fingers trailed over the fabric of a fitted navy-blue pantsuit. It wasn’t her usual style. No silk, no flowing lines.This was steel.Tailored.Untouchable.She slipped it on and pulled her hair back into a high, tight ponytail. The woman who stared back in the mirror wasn’t just someone who survived hell.She was someone who would rule the aftermath.When she st

The morning after the ambush, the penthouse was a fortress.Armed guards lined the hallways. Surveillance feeds played across six monitors in Valerio’s war room. Matteo stood at the center, issuing orders rapid-fire into his phone, while Bruna ran background checks on every known affiliate of Lucrezia Thorne.Sera sat in front of a map of Eros City, red pins marking the known smuggling routes, blue for intercepted trades, and a single black one—Lucrezia’s last known location.She stared at it, jaw tight, fingers curled around the edge of the table.“You know what she’s doing,” Valerio said from behind her.“She’s not running,” Sera replied. “She’s luring. That girl we rescued… she wasn’t the only bait.”“No,” Valerio agreed. “But she’s done hiding. The moment she left that girl behind, she made a mistake.”“She underestimated me,” Sera said coldly. “She still sees me as weak.”Valerio moved beside her, his presence grounding. “Then let’s prove her wrong.”He reached for the screen and

The map spread across the war table glowed under the Vault’s fluorescent lights, detailing every known location Lucrezia controlled—directly or by proxy. Dozens of red pins stabbed across the city, marking illicit casinos, shipping yards, tech houses, and a cluster of luxury properties registered under aliases.“She’s not hiding,” Sera said, eyes fixed on the map. “She’s daring us.”Valerio stood behind her, arms crossed. “She wants us to go after the wrong thing. Every move she’s made recently—Zan, the heist, the garage attack—it’s sleight of hand. A magician’s misdirection.”“She’s trying to keep us busy,” Bruna muttered, typing furiously on a tablet. “While the real attack lines up.”Sera narrowed her eyes on a single pin. The Ritzmore District. Old money. Private parties. A black-tie casino club known as Echelon.“She’s hosting something there tomorrow night,” Sera said. “Bruna intercepted an encrypted invite, routed through offshore servers. Limited access, digital fingerprint re