Semua Bab The Monster's Nemesis: Bab 31 - Bab 40

DOMINIC “What if it’s a trap?” I doubted. “We wouldn’t know until we go there,” Aurora said. The moment Dante Moretti’s name popped up, we had the rat in our basement. Our men combed through every lane, alley, and corner of Chicago to capture the asshole who probably orchestrated the worst ever blow this family had ever survived. But Dante Moretti turned out to be the biggest smug bastard I have ever seen, and I have seen my fair share. He was more of an animal than man, bragging on and on about his filthy plans for my sister, and manipulating us into killing him. It was as if he wanted to die at our hands, having the satisfaction of the last laugh because he knew where Sammy was—and wouldn’t disclose. It drove us crazy, drove me hysterical, to the point I seek refuge with Lilliana. “I checked with every location that Dante has been to for the past couple of years, and there was nothing about California,” I tried again, fighting to solve the riddle in my head. Aurora stopped wh

DOMINICWe took the elevator to our right as he punched a floor number only accessed by his fingerprint and a card that he carefully tucked inside his suit jacket. When the door opened, the view was unlike any other hospital floor but a personalized office. Scanning around the place, I followed his suit. “This place is exclusively built for the trustees and board members of the hospital,” he clarified, leading his way into a giant office room. The decor was effortlessly Parisian and luxuriously designed with silk, linen, leather, polished wood. “Mr. Romano,” the elder one, Edward, acknowledged. “How’s your sister doing?” Despite the Frenchness around him, I didn’t know how this man had a sharp British weight to his accent. “She is…recovering,” I said, putting in mildly. Edward didn’t object but affirmed with a small nod. “I sense a pending conversation, gentlemen,” I reminded, glancing between the brothers. “Can we get on with that?” A knowing look passed

DOMINICThe shock melted into relief. “You…what—are you crazy?” I chuckled and spun her around to face me without releasing the hold. “I have only sneaked up on you a couple of times to be qualified as crazy. So, no—not crazy.” Her searching gaze roamed over my face like she wouldn’t believe that I was standing in her presence. “You came back,” she said unbelievingly. “When—when did you get back?” “A couple of days,” I answered. “I had to take care of a few things before I could meet you.” “What about your sister? She…uh…was—” I nodded solemnly. “Sammy is safe and home,” I told her. The official news would start making rounds from tomorrow morning anyway. The PR team we have would take care of the story. “It’s a long story, and I will tell you about it later.” “Okay, that’s good news. Your sister is back home,” Lilliana said softly, but her mind was floating somewhere else. “Everything alright with you?” I inquired, rubbing my palms up and d

DOMINIC“Someone better explain this shit to me,” I snapped, the door slamming shut behind me like a final verdict. The echo of its weight hadn’t even settled before Viktor guided us into another room—away from her.A small part of me—traitorous and tired—was relieved. I couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as Lilliana right now, let alone look at her.I had woken into a nightmare where the woman I trusted beyond reason had unraveled everything I believed in with a smile. Lilliana had been the only soul I had ever handed my heart to—freely, completely, dangerously. And she had stomped on that trust like it was trash beneath her heel.She had made me believe in something sacred. In family. In love. In the idea that maybe—just maybe—I wasn’t born solely to destroy. And then she had turned around and burned it all to the ground."According to the records, Sophia Moretti died at least a year and a half before Lilliana’s birth—if her birthdate is even

DOMINIC “It’s confirmed.”The words landed heavier than the thick white envelope Viktor dropped onto the dining table in front of me. My spoon froze mid-air, forgotten. I looked up slowly, eyes narrowing as Viktor loosened his charcoal-grey suit jacket and slid into the seat at the head of the table, unhurried and unreadable, as always.I waited. Nothing. He didn’t offer an explanation, not even a glance. Instead, he waved a manservant over with the same dismissive elegance he used to sign death warrants. The man bowed and began plating Viktor’s dinner.Typical Viktor—always in control, always one move ahead.I frowned, snatched up the envelope, and unfolded the paper without real interest. But then the words jumped out: DNA, probability, paternity—and suddenly, the world around me dulled into silence.Ninety-nine percent match.A fucking ninety-nine percent.My grip on the paper tightened. “How the hell