Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidental Bride Of The Mob Boss : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"This way," Antonio whispered, leading Sarah and Reynolds through the dense underbrush. Moonlight filtered through pine branches, casting ghostly shadows across their path.Sarah's mind raced with every step. Diego captured. Vincent's betrayal. Blackwood's ultimatum ticking down minute by minute."The clearing is just ahead," Antonio paused, crouching low. "They'll have guards posted."Sarah peered through the trees. In the clearing, she counted three black SUVs and six armed men. Diego knelt on the ground, hands bound behind him. No sign of Vincent."Where's Blackwood?" she whispered."Not here yet," Reynolds replied, scanning with compact binoculars. "But that's his helicopter approaching."The distant thrum of rotors confirmed his assessment."We need a distraction," Sarah decided. "Something to draw their attention while we free Diego."Antonio nodded toward the vehicles. "I can create one. The fuel tanks on those SUVs will make quite a statement.""You'll need cover," Reynolds sai

The safe house was a nondescript brownstone in Brooklyn, sandwiched between similar buildings on a quiet street. Reynolds had prepared it meticulously—secure internet connections, backup power, multiple escape routes.Sarah watched her father and Diego move around each other with the careful familiarity of men who shared history but not trust. Old wounds ran deep in both families."Package is ready," Reynolds announced, gesturing to his laptop. "Once we activate the protocol, the evidence will be transmitted to seventeen major news outlets simultaneously. Each receiving a different portion to ensure it all gets published.""How long until it goes public?" Diego asked, checking security monitors that displayed various angles of the street outside."Two hours from activation," Reynolds replied. "Enough time for initial verification but not enough for interception."Sarah studied the screens. "What about fallout? Once this hits, every alphabet agency will be looking for us.""I've arrange

Beeping machines. Antiseptic smell. Hushed voices.Sarah drifted through layers of consciousness, pain ebbing and flowing like the tide. Sometimes Diego's voice reached her through the fog, urgent and tender. Other times, unfamiliar medical terms floated past."...blood pressure stabilizing..." "...lucky the bullet missed major arteries..." "...need to move her soon..."Time became meaningless—minutes or days, she couldn't tell. Until finally, awareness returned with jarring clarity.Sarah opened her eyes to a dimly lit room that was definitely not a hospital. Medical equipment surrounded her, but the space looked more like a luxury apartment. Large windows revealed a view of mountains and forest."Welcome back," Diego said softly from beside her.He looked terrible—unshaven, exhausted, with dark circles beneath his eyes. But his smile was radiant with relief."Where...?" Her voice came out raspy from disuse."Switzerland," Diego supplied, offering her water through a straw. "One of V

New York looked different to Sarah as their private jet began its descent—familiar yet foreign, like returning to a childhood home as an adult. Four months had passed since Vegas, since the night that had changed everything.Diego squeezed her hand as the wheels touched down. "Ready?""As I'll ever be," Sarah replied with a small smile.The media frenzy surrounding Kingmaker had mostly subsided, replaced by the methodical grind of prosecutions and congressional hearings. Sarah's role in exposing the conspiracy had made her something of a reluctant hero in legal circles, though her marriage to Diego Castillo remained controversial.Antonio waited beside a bulletproof SUV as they deplaned. "Welcome home," he greeted. "Nonna is eager to see you both."The Castillo estate had transformed during their absence. Additional security measures were visible everywhere—more guards, enhanced technology, even the landscaping redesigned for better sight lines."Vincent's upgrades," Diego explained, n

One month after Vincent's surrender, the headlines had faded, replaced by political scandals and celebrity gossip. Within the Castillo organization, however, his absence remained a palpable void.Sarah found Diego in Vincent's former office, surrounded by files and digital records, methodically reorganizing the family's enterprises."You missed lunch," she said, setting a sandwich beside him.Diego looked up, fatigue evident in the shadows beneath his eyes. "I lost track of time.""You've been losing track a lot lately," Sarah observed, perching on the edge of the desk. "Nonna is worried.""There's so much to untangle," Diego gestured at the paperwork. "Vincent's operations were more complex than I realized. Some of these connections go back decades."Sarah picked up a folder, scanning its contents with her prosecutor's eye. "This shipping company in Naples... it's a money laundering front, isn't it?""Was," Diego corrected. "I've already sold our interest. The legitimate businesses ar