Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss The Enemy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The Moretti estate loomed like a mausoleum, its marble halls cold under the city’s restless sky. Gianna Moretti stood in Alessio’s study, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes blazing with fury. Marsh’s evidence—Alessio’s funding of Dante Rossi’s Syndicate—had driven her here, a reckless bid to end her father’s treachery. Her arm graze ached faintly, her unconfessed secret (Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel) a burning weight, but Kai’s love, their confessed devotion, anchored her. Alessio sat behind his desk, his plump frame tense, his sharp eyes glinting with paranoia.“You funded Dante,” Gianna spat, her voice sharp, fists clenched. “Miguel’s death, the bomb—you betrayed us all. Why?”Alessio’s smile was cruel, his voice smooth but venomous. “To break the Castellanos, Gianna. Dante was a tool—his chaos cleared my path. You were supposed to deliver their secrets, not fall for their heir.”Her blood boiled, her voice fierce. “You used me, killed my brother, for p

The south side’s abandoned textile factory was a ghost of the city’s past, its crumbling walls hiding Alessio Moretti’s last refuge. Gianna Moretti moved through its shadows, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp with resolve. Valentina’s intel had led her here to confront her father, whose funding of Dante Rossi’s Syndicate had fueled Miguel’s death and the war’s chaos. Her arm graze ached faintly, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a fading weight, but Kai’s love, their reconciled bond, anchored her. Her gun was steady, her heart steeled to end Alessio’s reign, but not his life. Kai Castellano flanked her, his black tactical gear blending with the dark, his icy blue eyes scanning for traps. Defying Lorenzo’s orders to kill Alessio—a direct command to “end the Moretti threat”—Kai had chosen Gianna’s path, their love a fire that burned through family duty. Marsh and Rosa covered the perimeter, their comms crackling with updates, the S

The Castellano safe house was a fortress of steel and resolve, its dockside bunker humming with the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood by a tactical map, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting Dante Rossi’s planned city-wide attack—ports, banks, city hall, a chaos to cripple the mafia families. Rosa, bandaged and weak but alive, had confirmed the targets via her hacked Syndicate drives. The war loomed, hours away, and Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s guilt over Rosa’s capture, their entwined hands, a fire that fueled his determination.Gianna Moretti leaned beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she marked defensive positions. Her braid was tight, her arm graze healed, and her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—had faded into irrelevance, her loyalty to Kai absolute. Their love, forged in blood and vows, was a beacon, Rosa’s rescue a spark that steadied her for the fight ahead.Marsh, bloodied b

The Castellano safe house was a battered sanctuary, its dockside bunker trembling under the city’s smoldering scars. Kai Castellano stood by a cracked monitor, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting Rosa’s latest hack—a trace on the mole who leaked their fake summit plan to Dante Rossi’s Syndicate of Ash. The city’s docks, clubs, and safe houses burned from the Syndicate’s assault, and the mole’s betrayal was a blade at their throats. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s saving of Marsh, their united front, a fire that fueled his resolve.Gianna Moretti leaned beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she scanned the data. Her braid was loose, her loyalty to Kai a pulse that buried her past secret—Alessio’s order, now a ghost. The war’s toll—Marsh’s wound, Rosa’s injuries—weighed heavy, but their love, a beacon in the chaos, steadied her for the fight ahead.Rosa, bandaged but fierce, tapped her tablet, her voice strained. “Got him. The

The city was a fractured mosaic, its docks and clubs scarred from the Syndicate’s collapse. Kai Castellano stood in the Castellano estate’s war room, his black suit sharp, his icy blue eyes scanning a map of the city’s underworld. Dante Rossi’s death had shattered the Syndicate of Ash, but the power vacuum sparked chaos—factions vying for turf, bosses scrambling for control. Lorenzo’s disappearance after Kai’s disownment left him to lead the Castellanos, a mantle heavy with betrayal. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s comfort after Dante’s revelation, their anchored love, a fire that fueled his resolve.Gianna Moretti leaned beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she marked new alliances. Her braid was loose, her loyalty to Kai a pulse that buried her past fears, their love now public—a defiant beacon in the city’s watchful gaze. Alessio’s fall and Dante’s end had freed her, but Lorenzo’s hit on her mother lingered, a wound she shared with Kai. Leading La