All Chapters of The Monster's Nemesis: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Twenty Eight (1)

SAMMY I didn’t know if it was the throbbing pain that woke me up or the strangers murmuring around me, but even before I opened my eyes, I knew the place. A hospital. The rich scent of medicines and freshness of surgical sanitizer thickened the air. The subtle but continuous sound of beeping monitors was all too familiar for a doctor such as me who spent fifteen hours a day in the hospital. It took a substantial amount of effort to lift the eyelids as black dots danced around while the light in the room felt harsh. Altogether, the feeling was otherworldly. Helplessly, a low groan escaped my parched lips. And almost immediately, the voices in the room stopped at once. “Get the doctor,” someone commanded in a grating tone, and I heard the shuffling of feet. It seemed I existed in a limbo where I could perceive things with my senses, but I couldn’t move or touch—like my physical capability was entirely obsolete. “Do you think she remembers anything?” Another voice spoke up, and t

Last Updated : 2025-06-24

Twenty Eight (2)

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

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Twenty Nine

DOMINIC In all these years, my sister’s association with a hospital was synonymous, so much so that it didn’t affect me until today. Sammy, in a dull-colored hospital gown, surrounded by monitors, with her pale cheeks and blank eyes, wedged a knife into my heart right away. I always used to make fun of her in blue scrubs that she wore so proudly. The truth was, I was prouder as her brother. I might have never told her this, but the blue attire emphasized her eyes prettily too. I wish I could tell her that everything about her was magic and beyond. But instead, I stood frozen at the doorstep. Dad sped past me and wrapped her into his embrace while Aurora stood behind, waiting for her turn. “Paps,” Sammy whispered with a sob lodged in her throat. That was the only word that made it past her lips for a long time. She was trying, really trying, to be strong for him, but I knew my sister well enough to know that the light inside her died. That her he

Last Updated : 2025-06-26

Twenty Nine (2)

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

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Thirty (1)

“Before embarking on a journey of revenge first dig two graves.” ~ Confucius LILLIANA “If not for anything, do it for your blood. Don’t let them destroy your family, Lilliana,” Andrew had told me when it was confirmed that Dante was taken by the Romanos. What family? Dante has never been a father to me all my life, but all he did was remind me that I was his blood. “He dug his own grave, Andrew!” I seethed low over the phone. “He’s your father, Lilliana. A bad father—but still a father,” he reminded harshly. Dante wasn’t solely a bad father; he was a terrible man. He was power-hungry and ruthless—just like the Romanos. He couldn’t get to the men, so he picked up Samantha Romano. He staged the whole fucking thing and lied to my face. “I asked him, and he fucking lied!” I hissed into the speaker. “He kidnapped the sister, attempted to murder Mia Romano, and God knows—maybe planned my death as well.” Andrew wouldn’t see through Dante’s manipulati

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Thirty (2)

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

Last Updated : 2025-06-27

Thirty One

I kissed you before I killed you. Now, killing myself, I’m dying while I kiss you again. ~ Othello to Desdemona. Act V, Scene IILILLIANA There are times in your life when you have to shut down your conscience and only act - because either of the consequences of such actions is perilous. Without Dominic, I was doomed, and with him, both of us would be doomed. Better I than him. The bomb went off precisely at the strike of the clock in the eastern wing of the mansion as I had planned, while Dante was held in the basement of the western division. I needed the guards distracted long enough to reach out to Dante and escape. And leave Chicago. Forever. Screams echoed around the mansion, servants scurrying frantically as I stealthily ran down the basement corridor. Of all the steel doors, only one of them was still guarded, but it didn’t take me a long time to disarm the man. When I burst through the door, I w

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Thirty Two

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

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Thirty Two (2)

LILLIANAIt wasn’t the torturous waterboarding that clogged my senses but the unspoken truth, the ultimate hatred I saw in Dante’s expression. He was practically sneering like a wild animal at the mention of Ralph and my mother.I held no love for Dante in my heart, ever, but our only connection rested on the fact that he was my biological father.Love, in whatever form, was worth it.Backpedaling my memory, I recalled my mother’s words scribbled on the last page of a book. Did she find love in the arms of another man out of wedlock?The truth hasn’t shocked me as much as the reality of my parentage. But what has shaken the core of my existence was that I was used as a pawn for twenty-five years.I was nothing but a chess piece - to move and play, at the whim of a man who’d killed my mother.“Why?” I hissed at him from the bound chair they had left me behind.Dante’s shrugged w

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Thirty Three

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

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