Todos os capítulos de Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Celeste The room was quiet, almost too quiet. The guard and the smaller figure sat against the wall, their faces pale, hands tense. Lyra had tied their hands securely, her movements careful, precise. She glanced at me, her eyes wide but steady. “They… they won’t try anything, right?” she asked nervously. “They can try,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “But I will not hesitate. One wrong move, and they regret it.” Lyra swallowed and nodded. “Yes… yes, Your Majesty.” I stepped closer to the guard, studying him. He looked ordinary at first glance, but I had learned to read fear, hesitation, and deceit. All of it was in his posture, the way he avoided eye contact, the twitch of his fingers. “Tell me your name,” I said. “C-Commander Rell,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “I… I work for… I just follow orders.” I raised an eyebrow. “Orders from who?” He hesitated, and I felt a small spark of satisfaction. He wasn’t used to being questioned like this. “I… I cannot say,” he said final

CelesteThe morning air was cool and crisp, a faint mist lingering over the outskirts of the city. I rose early, still carrying the memory of last night’s stakeout at the docks. My mind felt heavy, filled with images of the two figures we had watched, the tall man with careful movements, precise gestures, and the smaller accomplice who had disappeared into the darkness before we could identify him. I could not stop thinking about the signals, the hidden bundles, and the careful coordination that went into each movement.Lyra was already awake, pacing the library as I entered. Her notebook was open on the table, pages filled with hastily written observations, sketches of movements, and tiny notes about timings.“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she said softly, glancing up. Her eyes flicked toward me with concern, but also anticipation. “I… I stayed up late… going over what we saw last night. Every detail. Every step. Everything.”I nodded, closing the door behind me and taking a deep brea

CelesteThe morning air was crisp, and the corridors of the palace felt quieter than usual. It was almost deceiving. To anyone else, it looked calm, orderly, safe. But I knew better. The calm was only a mask, hiding a network of secrets, betrayals, and danger.Lyra and I moved through the east wing, careful to avoid the guards, careful to avoid attention. My mind replayed the events from the previous night—the smaller man handing the package, the taller figure observing, the way they spoke of me as if I were a complication they expected to handle later.“Your Majesty,” Lyra whispered, glancing nervously around. “I… I still can’t believe… they… they talk about you… like that. So… so openly.”I gave her a steady look. “That is why we are careful, Lyra. That is why we follow every step. We cannot afford to underestimate them. They are bold because they think we are blind. And we will not let them think that.”She nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. “Yes… yes, Your Majesty. I… I j

CelesteThe first light of morning barely touched the edges of the palace, but I was already awake. My body ached from yesterday’s endless vigilance, from following the smaller guard and gathering evidence. Every muscle reminded me of the night’s tension, but I ignored it. There was no room for weakness. Not now.Lyra was already in the safe room, waiting, notebook in hand, eyes scanning the papers as if they contained the answers themselves. She looked up as I entered, her gaze sharp.“Your Majesty… you… you look tired,” she said, her voice low but hurried. “We… we stayed up too long… didn’t… didn’t get… proper sleep… but… we… we have… we have the proof now. Yes… yes.”I forced a nod, trying to mask the exhaustion. “Yes, Lyra. We have enough to trace the taller man, the one behind the network. Today, we follow him. We learn how deep his influence goes, and we make sure he does not suspect us.”She glanced at the door nervously. “Your Majesty… he… he could be dangerous. He… he knows t

CelesteThe morning was gray and heavy, the kind of sky that pressed down on your shoulders before you even stepped outside. I woke earlier than usual, my body tense, my mind already running through every detail from yesterday.Lyra was waiting for me in the library, her notebook open, her pencil poised. “Your Majesty… I… I checked… the storage again… yes… yes. Everything is… is in order. Nothing… nothing moved… nothing missing.”I nodded, trying to calm the storm in my chest. “Good. That means our work yesterday was unnoticed. That means we still have the advantage.”She gave a small nod, her face pale, lips pressed together. “Yes… yes… we… we can… we can move today… yes… yes. Carefully… yes…”I exhaled slowly, focusing on the plan. Today was the day we began dismantling the network, starting with the smaller guard. We had memorized every step, every routine, every path he took. The moment had come to act.We dressed in dark clothing again, light and quiet, blending into the corridor