All Chapters of Blood And Vows : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LilianaThe walk to the main hall felt like a funeral procession. Each step echoed through the mansion's corridors, and I found myself studying every face around me with new suspicion, my face was tense with the horrible knowledge that one of these people had betrayed us all.Mikhail walked slightly ahead, his gaze grimmer than I'd ever seen it, his hand was resting on the gun hidden beneath his jacket. The revelation about his mother's real death had shaken him, but the knowledge that The Architect was someone close to us had transformed him into something dangerous and unpredictable."Stay alert," he murmured to me as we approached the main hall, still protective despite everything we were walking into. "Watch everyone's reactions. The Architect will give himself away somehow.""Are you sure we can trust anyone?" I asked quietly as I glanced at the family members walking around us."I can't be sure of anything anymore," he replied, his eyes showing the paranoia that was eating at hi

LilianaThe silence in the main hall was suffocating. We all stood there, staring at each other with growing suspicion, while little Katya lay unconscious in her father's arms, blood still staining her lips."We need to search for Dmitri," I said finally, my voice firm with determination. "If he's innocent, he could be in danger. If he's not..."I let the words hang in the air. None of us wanted to voice what we were all thinking."I'll check the security office," Mikhail said grimly. "If Dmitri was really coordinating security, there should be records, footage, something.""I'll check his room," Boris said, his face dark as he gently passed his daughter to his wife. "See if there's anything that doesn't belong.""Wait," Anastasia said, worry creasing her features. "We shouldn't split up. What if The Architect is with us in the house? What if this is exactly what he wants?""Then we go in pairs," I said practically. "Mikhail and I will check the security office. Boris, you and Oleg ch

LilianaI watched in horror as Mikhail ordered Boris to be dragged away like a common criminal. The sound of children crying filled the air, their small voices breaking with fear and confusion as they watched their father being accused of terrible crimes."Papa!" Boris's youngest son screamed, terror written across his small face as he reached out towards his father. "Don't take Papa away!"My heart was breaking as I watched this family being torn apart based on nothing more than suspicion and Dmitri's word. The rational part of my mind knew that Mikhail was desperate to believe that Dmitri wasn't The Architect, but this was going too far."Mikhail," I said urgently, grabbing his arm. "Stop and think about what you're doing. You're destroying a family based on an accusation."He shook me off, his face cold and distant. "I'm protecting our family from a traitor.""You don't know that Boris is a traitor!" I replied, frustration building in my voice. "You're just assuming because Dmitri

LilianaThe explosions shook the entire manor like an earthquake, sending me tumbling out of the guest room bed as alarms blared throughout the house. Shock and confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to process what was happening through the fog of sleep.Boris was locked in the dungeon. He had been there for over three weeks. He couldn't be behind this attack. Which meant only one thing, Mikhail had been wrong. Completely, and catastrophically wrong.I threw on my clothes and rushed to find him, urgency driving me through corridors filled with smoke and panicked family members. Servants were running with buckets of water, security guards were shouting orders, and the acrid smell of explosives hung heavy in the air."Mikhail!" I called out, desperate to reach him despite our recent estrangement.I found him in the security office, absolute devastation written all over his face as he stared into space."You were right," he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the blaring alarm

LilianaThe days following the discovery of Boris's body passed in a blur of grief and guilt that consumed me completely. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't think about anything except the horror of what we had allowed to happen.Boris's wife, Sylvania, took the news exactly as terribly as I had expected. When I arrived at her house that morning, still wearing clothes stained with her husband's blood, she knew immediately what I had come to tell her."No," she said, desperate denial written across her face as she backed away from me. "No, no, no. He's supposed to come home. You promised me he would come home.""Sylvania," I said softly, my own devastation evident. "I'm so sorry. We found him this morning. He's... he's gone."The wail that came from her throat was the most heartbreaking sound I had ever heard. She collapsed to her knees in her front hallway, pure anguish consuming her as she realized her husband was never coming back."How?" she sobbed, pleading with me to someho