Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Angel.Castle was acting suspicious. For a long moment after he left, Tomas and I just stood there in the quiet aftermath. Finally, I turned to him.“Did you notice that?” I asked him.But he turned towards the bar in the suite and poured himself a glass before he said, “Notice what?”“Castle,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “He was acting… weird.”Tomas shrugged, swirling his drink. “Castle’s always acting weird. That’s kind of his thing.”I frowned, but I let it go for now.The screen drew my attention again. Rows of files blinked back at me. It was strange seeing them here, tucked away in this encrypted web I had built. My past, dissected and filed neatly under irrelevant data.I clicked open one folder, then another.Reports. Old case notes. Images of crime scenes. My signature, printed under lines like Case Closed and Suspect Neutralized.And there was Daniel Flair’s name, next to mine, over and over. My partner.The file trail led through our entire history together: the kidnapping

Adriana.I got engaged to Castle because that’s what people like my father arranged. It was a marriage of shape and position more than anything else. The ring went on my finger and then life continued along the lines my father preferred. I smiled at parties. I sat where I was placed. I answered when men asked me to answer. That was the surface of it.Castle started treating me differently not long after. At first it was small things like dismissive looks in meetings.Then it escalated. He was cold in ways that didn’t feel like indifference. It felt like punishment. One evening, in front of a roomful of people, he corrected me like I was a child. He refused me in private in ways that hurt more than public cruelty ever could.I didn’t tell my father. Why would I? Telling him would start a war I didn’t want. Castle’s family had the weight to tip scales. If my father made a scene, blood would stain the ledger and we would all pay. Better to keep quiet and swallow it.That was when I st

Castle.The first thing I noticed when I woke up was Angel pressed against my side.He was still asleep, his face buried partly against my shoulder, his breathing slow and even. Morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, brushing gold across his hair and the pale edge of his cheek. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to him breathe.It had been a long time since we’d slept like this—just us. Ever since he walked out of the Lucchese mansion, I hadn’t had this. The quiet weight of him next to me, the simple peace that used to come so naturally.It felt like something I’d lost and forgotten how much I missed it.A soft sound escaped him, a sigh, and his brow furrowed slightly like he was fighting off a dream. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Then I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.That tiny gesture was enough. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened, still heavy with sleep.“Morning,” I murmured.A slow smile curved his lips. “You woke up before me?

Castle.Tomas came back with the Chinese not long after Angel and I had worn each other out. The smell of fried rice, soy, and a hint of ginger made my stomach grumble. Tomas dropped the bags on the small table and gave us a look that screamed he’d heard more than he wanted to.Angel didn’t care. He was grinning like everything was right with the world for a second. We ate straight from the containers, the television humming low in the background. I barely tasted the food though. My head was too full with Angel’s warmth beside me, the things I hadn’t told him, and the heavy guilt in my chest between every laugh we shared.He leaned into me, messy-haired and beautiful, picking at his rice like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. I kept pretending to smile, trying to stifle the guilt.When he finally looked up at me and said he wanted to get back to his research, I didn’t stop him, although I wanted to. But if I did, he’d start asking why.He stretched, cracked his knuckles, and pu

Castle.When Angel walked out of the suite, he slammed the door so hard that the frame shook.But that wasn't the only thing that shook. My heart pounded so violently in my chest at the thought that this might truly be the end of us. But I still held hope. We've fought and broken up countless times before, but we always found our way back to each other. Hopefully, this time wouldn't be different.For a long time, I just stood there, staring at the door like maybe Angel would come back if I waited long enough. But the echo of his footsteps was already gone, and what was left was cold silence and guilt.I dragged a hand down my face and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets still smelled like him and it made my chest tighten with regret.I should’ve told him. I knew I should have. Hell, I’d known it since the moment I saw his father alive. But when I looked into that man’s eyes, all I saw was manipulation and lies. How was I supposed to tell Angel that the man he’d been mourning all