Todos os capítulos de ALMS TO LOVE: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Rain lashed against the high concrete walls of Makati Correctional. It wasn't ordinary rain; it came in sheets, violent, as if the sky itself sought to drown out the whispers rising from within.Inside Cell Block C, a lone lightbulb weakly flickered on over the top of the iron bars. The corridor smelled of bleach and rust, old secrets soaked into the floor. Guards murmured as they passed, glancing once—always once—into the cell at the end, where Marie Drams sat motionless on her cot.She hadn’t slept in days.Her hair, which had cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of elegance, now fell limply. The cold had seeped into her bones. But even here—stripped of silk, stripped of power—Marie’s eyes burned with the same fire that had built her empire of deceit.Her fingers traced along the edge of the paper she had hidden under her pillow: that note from that stranger. The next move begins soon.She reread it again and again as her pulse synced into the rhythm of those words. Every sy

He flipped the phone over.A single message glowed bright on the screen, sent to every Billion family device at the same time:"The first debt will be collected tonight."—MFiona's blood turned to ice.Storm winds screamed outside the estate as security tore through every hallway.Ramon showed up ten minutes later, dripping wet, vest strapped across his chest, gun holstered but ready. His men fanned out behind him."What now?" Charles demanded. "Another attempt? Kidnappers? Snipers?"Ramon shook his head, his expression grim. "This isn't like the other attacks. This message. it was routed through four countries. Someone's funding her. Someone smart."Jamaica straightened, eyes as sharp as a hawk's.“It would appear Marie found friends.“Not just allies,” Ramon said. “A network. We traced early movements—someone snapped up burner phones around the prison area, and someone bribed a guard. They're testing your defenses.”Fiona's voice shook slightly.“Testing… for what?"Extraction," Ra

THE SECOND ATTEMPTOutside, Marie ducked under a tin awning and pulled out a backup burner phone-one she'd hidden long before she ever dreamed of being caught.She dialed the number she'd saved for a storm just like this one.It rang twice.A deep voice answered.“…You’re not supposed to be calling.“I'm out,” Marie whispered.Silence. Electric."How?" he asked."Does it matter?" she snapped. "Listen carefully. I need a team. Fast. The kind that breaks places even governments call untouchable."He sighed."You're talking about the Billion estate.“Exactly.”"That place is a fortress."Marie smiled, a slow, bitter curve of her lips.“Not for me.”Her face tilted upward toward the rain, eyes shining with madness and maternal sorrow.“I want the child,” she said. “Candy. My baby.”“And the others?” his voice lowered.Marie's pupils dilated, her voice sharpening into something venomous:"Break the gates. Break the dogs. Break the guards."“Break Charles.”“Break Fiona.”“Break Jamaica.”"

Rain hammered the abandoned warehouse like fists against a coffin lid.Marie stumbled inside, soaked and bruised, shaking with adrenaline and grief. Her men followed but the moment they came inside, every single one of them froze.Because Helen was already there.Standing in the center of the room.Dry.Perfectly composed.Her heels clicked on the concrete as she approached Marie like a lioness closing in on her prey.Marie opened her mouth—PAK!A slap echoed so loud it swallowed the storm.Marie's head snapped to the side.Her cheek burned.Her men looked away in fear.Helen's voice was low, venom-dipped, cold enough to frost bone."I did NOT break you out of prison so that you could screw up my plans."She stepped closer.Another step.Marie backed away until her spine hit the wall.“I—I'm sorry,” Marie whispered, trembling. “I… I just wanted to take my baby—”PAK!Another slap. Harder.Marie's eyes widened as she gasped, reaching to touch her cheek in shock.Helen leaned forward,

The video hit the internet like a virus with teeth.By morning, the Billion estate was no longer a home. it was a war zone.Fiona woke to shouting.Then pounding.Then, the unmistakable roar of dozens of voices outside the gate.She shot upright, tangled in sheets, heart pounding.Beside her, Liza stirred, blinking sleep from her eyes.“Mommy… what’s happening?”Fiona swallowed.“I don’t know, baby.”But she already dreaded the answer.She threw on a robe, hurried to the balcony and froze. For beyond the estate walls…A sea of reporters swarmed like vultures.Camera flashes.Shouted accusations.News vans lined up like soldiers.Jamaica was already at the front gate, hair pinned in its regal twist, robe flapping in the wind, her fury radiating off her like heat from a volcano. A guard rushed toward her.“Madam Jamaica! They won’t leave! They say there’s a“I know there's a video!” she snapped.Her voice cracked the air.Charles entered the hallway, in a dress shirt with no tie and h