Semua Bab She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Sophia’s heels scraped violently against the cold concrete floor as the guards dragged her back down the corridor. Her wrists twisted against the rough grip of their hands, the metal biting into her skin where the restraints cut too deep. She screamed until her throat burned, her voice echoing off the iron walls of the prison-like hall.“Let me go! Let me out of here! I don’t belong here!” She shrieked, her voice cracking with both fury and desperation. The guards said nothing. Their faces were stone, trained not to respond, not to flinch. Their boots struck the floor in steady rhythm, drowning out Sophia’s frantic pleas. She kicked out, twisting her body violently, forcing one of them to stumble. And in that split second, she wrung her other arm free from the other guard and made a run for it. She didn’t know where she was going but she kept on moving as fast as her legs could go. For a second, hope surged in her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she could break free, maybe she could run—B

The night air was heavy when Marco and his convoy pulled up to the outskirts of the city. The warehouse loomed ahead, a silent beast of rusted iron and shadows, its tall windows dark like hollow eyes. His men fanned out quickly, weapons drawn, their boots crunching against gravel as they approached.Beside him, Francis–the reluctant ally he had squeezed information from–shifted nervously, glancing around like a man who already knew too much. Marco’s gaze cut towards him, cold and unyielding.“You’ve served your purpose,” Marco said quietly, his voice laced with ice. “But don’t think this is the end. Our business has in fact only just begun.” Francis swallowed hard, nodding quickly, though relief flickered across his features when Marco gestured for two guards to escort him out. He had been spared, at least for now.Marco turned his full attention back to the warehouse. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. The silence was too absolute, the air too still, like a predator wai

The night smelled of gasoline and gunpowder. Rafael crouched over the duffel bag, his hands working quickly and precisely as he packed the last of the bricks, the dull white of the product wrapped in tight plastic. His movements were steady, unshaken though around him, tension spread like a storm about to break.Then came the sound. The metallic crackle of guns cocking snapped through the silence. Rafael froze, his head snapping up. Across the lot, his men had already drawn their weapons, barrels gleaming under the harsh floodlights. They stood taut, eyes fixed on the shadows at the far end. Something moved there–figures stepping forward, armed, faces cold.Rafael rose slowly, the duffel strap sliding from his hand as his jaw tightened. “Positions.” He murmured, though his men were already braced, fingers itching on triggers.Then, from the opposing line, an old man stepped forward. He moved with the calm of a person who had stood in blood before. His every step was deliberate, his pr

The corridors of Vittorio’s mansion felt heavier that evening, the silence stretched with secrets and the weight of battles yet to be fought. Alessa closed Isabelle’s door behind her, her jaw tight, her mind still buzzing from the smug Gowan in Isabelle’s eyes. That woman had agreed to the challenge without hesitation as though duels in the dead of night were nothing more than games from their youth. Alessa should have felt satisfaction at catching Isabelle off guard but instead, there was only a strange chill resting against her chest.In her hand, her phone vibrated, the screen glowing up with Marco’s message. She didn’t even need to open it; she had already memorized the words. Find Sophia. She’s now in the building.Alessa leaned against the wall, thumb brushing over the glass of the phone as though the device itself might hide her answers. Marco trusted her with this task. He expected her to be swift, sharp and merciless in unearthing the truth. But the truth here was cloaked in

The night air outside the hospital was damp with the faint smell of rain, a chill clinging to the silence of the courtyard. Marco stood tall at the entrance, his face calm, almost expressionless though the storm inside him burned hotter with each passing second. His phone vibrated in his palm. He didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was.“Luca.” Marco answered, his tone low and deliberate. On the other end, Luca’s voice carried urgency, almost fury.“It’s Matteo. He forced himself on one of the maids. I pulled him off her. He begged me to stay silent, offered his blessing for Sophia and I as if that could erase what he did.” Luca went straight to the point.Marco listened in silence, his jaw tightening. He already knew Matteo’s weakness, his foolishness, but this… this was lower than he had expected even from him.Yet Marco’s voice remained controlled and steady, the voice of a man who measured his words like blades.“Let him come to the hospital,” Marco said evenly. “I’ll