All Chapters of Twisted vows : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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The Decree ( chapt. 101)

Alessia’s POV Morning light streamed through the shutters, but it didn’t bring any comfort. Florence was alive, but not with the usual sounds of merchants chatting or children laughing; instead, I heard soldiers’ boots thudding against the cobblestones. I sensed a shift even before Matteo burst through the door. “They’ve posted it,” he said, his voice tight. He tossed a parchment onto the table. The ink still glistened, bold and stamped with Arturo’s seal. Nikolai grabbed it first, scanning it quickly before passing it to me. By decree of Arturo De Luca: The traitor Alessia De Luca, who spreads lies to poison the people, is hereby denounced. Anyone who shelters, assists, or associates with her will face execution. A bounty is placed upon her capture—alive. My name. In dark ink. Posted all around Florence. For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning. The air was squeezed from my lungs, replaced with a heavy dread. This was no longer just whispers in dark corners. No mor

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

The Visible Trap (chapt. 102)

Nikolai’s POVWhen Alessia said she would make the city see Arturo’s true nature, it was almost like she was reciting a prayer—steady, sure, and oddly calm.I didn’t go to the pressroom that night because I had other things to take care of—planning exits, gathering allies, and running through scenarios I hoped to never face. Planning for war is a lot like planning a funeral. You think about routes, contingencies, and the uneasy truth that someone will likely be sacrificed for the story we want to tell.Matteo was working the network. Rafael had found safe houses. Sergei and a couple of my men were checking out the routes the city guards usually took. We built a web of possibilities and then started picking it apart to see which strands were sturdy. Our aim was straightforward but cruel in its beauty: to force Arturo into a position where he’d have to show his hand in a public space where his men couldn’t act without being noticed, making his response a confession or a spectacle he cou

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

The Whisper Before the Storm (chapt. 103)

Alessia’s POV That morning, the city didn’t awaken slowly. It stirred like an anxious creature, its heart racing with the sounds of carriages, whispers of unrest, and an almost tangible tension filling the air, like smoke creeping before a blaze. I stood by the window of our safe house, looking out towards the square where crowds were starting to gather. My reflection looked back at me—drained yet determined, unflinching in the face of the storm I sensed approaching. Today was not a drill. Today was war. Behind me, Matteo adjusted his coat, his voice carrying that wild humor that usually masked the edge of his nerves. “North gate’s my stage,” he said. “By the time Arturo’s men show up there, the city’s heart will already be beating in our favor.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Sure enough.” His smile was brief but his eyes were steely. “Besides, if I don’t draw their attention, who else will? I’d rather bleed in the shadows than let them take you down in public.” Nikolai, who had b

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

Into the Fire (chapt. 104)

Alessia’s POVThe crowd’s screams crashed like waves against stone. Soldiers pushed through the throng, sunlight glinting off their steel as people scattered and surged in equal measure. Shouts of "Thief!" and "Liar!" clashed with "Stand back!" and "By order of the guard!"I didn’t need to wait for a signal. I just moved.My cloak slipped from my shoulders as I pushed into the sea of bodies. Hands brushed against me—some grasping, others shoving—but I kept my focus ahead, locking my gaze on the caretaker stumbling back on the fountain steps as a guard lunged for him.“Alessia—” Nikolai’s voice cut through the chaos behind me, but he didn’t stop me. He was already right on my heels.A woman screamed as a soldier jerked the ledger from the caretaker’s grip and hurled him down the steps. The old man hit the stone hard, dazed but still aware, weakly scrambling after the book he’d dropped.Not today.I pushed past a couple of frightened merchants and grabbed the soldier by the wrist just a

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

Blood on Stone (chapt.105)

Alessia’s POV Arturo faded from the balcony like a shadow retreating from fire. As soon as he vanished inside the palazzo, the atmosphere in the square shifted—no longer a brewing storm, but thunder ready to strike. Nikolai stood a step below me, scanning the rooftops, alleys, and choke points soldiers would likely use. His instincts were sharpening quicker than the blades being drawn below. “They’re not going to talk their way through the crowd,” he muttered. “They’ll break it.” “They’ll give it a try,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest. Below us, the caretaker clutched the ledger to his chest like it was a lifeline. He was wheezing, his breaths coming in small bursts, yet his back—bent from age—stood straight against his fear. To the left, a group of workers braced themselves against soldiers pushing toward the fountain. Wooden crates and barrels were being dragged into makeshift barricades. Women pulled children behind vendor stalls that had been tu

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

Ashes of Obedience (chapt. 106)

Nikolai’s POV The alleyway loomed around us, tight and dark, like a vein cut through stone. The sounds of the square echoed behind us—shouts, clashing steel, hoofbeats, and that raw realization that people were more afraid of living under him than dying. Alessia moved ahead, purpose in every step, her eyes darting to calculate angles and potential escapes. The caretaker was flanked by two of our hidden allies—faces the soldiers wouldn’t recognize, but skilled enough to fight if needed. “My feet—” the old man gasped. “Keep moving,” one of our people urged softly. “Slow means death right now.” We reached a fork in the alley. One path led down toward the old market district—crowded and tangled, not an easy place to navigate quickly. The other veered toward the abandoned grain warehouses by the river. I caught Alessia’s gaze. “We take the upper route,” she said, not waiting for anyone to agree. “Too many blind corners down below.” I nodded to the others, and they began to guide t

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

A Trail of Shadows (chapt. 107)

Alessia’s POV The warehouse was tense as Nikolai stepped into the light, his silhouette swallowed by the door without a sound. For a moment, we all stood frozen. The caretaker held the ledger tight against his chest, like a man lost at sea grasping for anything to stay afloat, while the rest of us patiently awaited my command, as if we were mere bones in search of flesh. I forced myself to look away from the door. Time was ticking away, and we couldn’t stand by to watch shadows fade. “Get ready to move,” I instructed, my voice low but firm. “We leave as soon as he draws them north.” I scanned the storehouse’s skeletal structure—rotting wooden beams, broken crates, bits of rope, and sacks covered in mold. The walls had gaps just wide enough to peek outside. I stepped over to one and looked through. Smoke twisted skyward from the direction of the now chaotic square. Arturo’s soldiers were splitting into smaller groups, combing through alleys and flanking routes like hunting dogs

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

The Hunter’s Lure (chapt.108)

Nikolai’s POV As I made my way up the terraced road, the soldiers spotted me. They were a rowdy bunch, riding with eagerness rather than the discipline of Arturo’s elite guards. Just city enforcers, desperate to prove themselves. They saw a single man in black, them thinking I was easy prey. Good. Let them think that. I darted across the lane, leaping over a low wall and into a narrow path through an orchard. I could hear their hooves pounding behind me, accompanied by shouts of command. “Get him!” “Block him off from the east!” I hit the ground hard, my breath visible in the chilly morning air. My boots crunched through the dead leaves, branches scraping at my shoulders. Up ahead, I spotted an old irrigation channel—dry and cluttered with roots and debris. I dove into it. A crossbow bolt ricocheted off the stones above me. “Alive!” someone shouted. “He’s one of hers—Arturo wants him alive!” I couldn’t help but let a thin smile creep across my face. If Arturo wanted me al

Last Updated : 2025-10-08

Beneath the River’s Bones(chapt.109)

Alessia’s POVThe air in the tunnel was thick with the musty scent of damp stone and decay. Each drop of water echoed far too loudly, and every shuffle of a boot made my heart jump. The walls felt like they were closing in, pressing secrets against my skin.“Light,” I whispered.Sorina struck a match. Its fragile orange glow flickered against the curved walls, exposing the rough brickwork that Arturo’s crew had laid down ages ago. Water pooled around our ankles in places, reflecting our faces like ghosts that refused to disappear.The caretaker stumbled, and Miro managed to catch him before he fell. He was breathing shallowly, the ledger still tightly clutched in his frail hands.“Hang on,” I murmured, moving closer. “We’re almost there.”He gave a faint, sad smile. “You remind me of your mother.”That caught me off guard for a moment. My throat tightened, and for a heartbeat, the damp air felt even heavier.“Save your strength,” I replied.We continued forward. The passage widened a

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

The Cost of Silence (chapt. 110)

Nikolai’s POV By the time I got to the old bell quarter, the smoke had thickened enough to swallow the dawn. The city was alive with sound—screams, the clash of metal, the roar of flames—but under it all, I could feel the rhythm of pursuit. They were still after me. Good. I jumped over a fence, landing in the overgrown yard of a crumbling chapel. Statues of saints leaned drunkenly among the weeds, their faces worn away by rain and the passage of time. I pressed my back against the wall, catching my breath, and then checked the gash on my arm. The bolt had only nicked me, but blood was still oozing out in thin red streams. I could hear voices from the alley—getting closer now. “Fan out! He’s hurt!” Idiots. They were making too much noise. I climbed through a broken window into the nave of the chapel. The ceiling was half-collapsed, letting in a beam of smoky light. I could almost sense the ghosts of prayers that had once been uttered here. Footsteps scraped outside. A boot hit a

Last Updated : 2025-10-13

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