Semua Bab Vows of sin: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Smoke still hung in the tunnel like a mourning shroud, thick and cloying, making each breath taste of ash and betrayal.Dante helped Alessia to her feet, his hand firm at her waist, his other gripping his pistol as though it were an extension of his fury. The blood smear on the wall—Checkmate, little queen—taunted them like a knife twisting in an open wound.“She was just here,” Dante growled. “Right behind us.”Alessia’s eyes darted to the blood trail that disappeared into the jagged hole. “She was taken. Or she ran.”“She saved your life,” he snapped. “She gave us the drive.”“And she also could have planted the bomb,” Alessia shot back.Neither of them said it, but the truth crackled in the silence: Aria might be both victim and weapon.“We have to move,” Dante said, his tone all steel and soldier. “We don’t know how many are behind us.”They sprinted through the underground corridor, the glow of emergency lights flickering in and out like a dying heartbeat. The tunnel snaked endle

Chapter 73 – The Sister’s BulletThe gunshot shattered the air like glass.Alessia flinched, bracing for the searing pain of death—but it never came.Instead, a sharp cry rang out from the side.The boy from the glass cell—A-016—had moved. Fast. Faster than anything Alessia had ever seen. He stood in front of her now, his arm outstretched, blood trickling down his skin where the bullet had pierced clean through.His golden eyes met hers.“Run,” he whispered.But Alessia didn’t run.She turned her gun on Giordano.And chaos erupted.Smoke grenades detonated from overhead, courtesy of Dante’s team—those who hadn’t gone silent. Through the haze, mercenaries opened fire, and Alessia ducked behind the shattered remains of the auction podium, dragging the boy with her.“Hold pressure,” she told him, tying off his arm with the strap of her own tactical belt. “You saved me. Why?”His answer was simple. “Because you looked like her.”“Aria?”He nodded. “Before they broke her.”Alessia’s hands

The cold Budapest night cloaked the city in a veil of shadows and anticipation. The Danube shimmered under the pale glow of street lamps, its icy currents whispering secrets as if warning of the storm about to break.Inside a grand, abandoned opera house on the Pest side, the air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive liquor. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars, and velvet curtains framed a stage where power brokers from across the world had gathered. This was no mere auction—it was a coronation disguised as a transaction, a deadly dance for the soul of the underworld.Luca Romano stood at the center, regal and terrifying in a tailored black suit, the double-headed serpent crest embroidered over his heart. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, sharp and predatory. Every glance, every smile was a calculated move in a game that could decide empires.Alessia and Dante slipped through the crowd, their presence masked beneath expensive coats and practiced indifference. Aria fl

The echo of the gunshot still rippled through the crumbling ruins, its harsh crack carving silence from the chaos. Dust hung thick in the air, settling like a shroud over broken glass and shattered stone.Alessia’s breath hitched, caught in her throat as the woman’s cold eyes locked onto her again, the barrel of the gun unwavering. Time seemed to slow, the seconds stretching into agonizing eternity.Dante’s reaction was instantaneous—a powerful surge of protective instinct that propelled him forward. He shoved Alessia behind him with brutal force, taking the bullet square in the shoulder. The searing pain exploded through him, sharp and unrelenting, but he barely flinched.His jaw clenched, lips pressed into a grim line. The crimson bloom spreading beneath his shirt was a silent testament to his resolve.The woman sneered, confidence unshaken, weapon poised for another shot. But before she could squeeze the trigger, a low, guttural roar tore through the air—primal, fierce, and utterly

Alessia’s eyes blinked open to darkness so complete it pressed against her skin like a suffocating cloak. The cold bit through her thin blouse, and rough chains tightened around her wrists, rattling with every breath and movement. Panic clawed at her chest for a moment, but she forced it down. She had faced worse—far worse—and survived.A faint glimmer of candlelight flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the stone walls of the cellar she’d been thrown into. The stale air smelled of damp earth and rot. Somewhere above, muffled footsteps echoed, deliberate and slow.“Marco,” Alessia whispered, the name tasting like ash on her tongue.He stepped into the light, the cruel smirk still etched on his sharp features. His eyes glittered with cold amusement, but behind it was something darker—years of bitterness and vengeance.“So glad you remember me,” Marco said softly, circling her like a predator stalking wounded prey. “You thought your alliances would protect you, your fri