All Chapters of Twisted vows : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

61 Chapters

The Crown That Cuts (chapt.51)

Nikolai’s POVIt’s been ages since I last dreamed.But that night, sleep hit me like a freight train.And along with it, fire.The old compound.Viktor’s voice.The test."Kill him, Kolya," he said. "And earn your place."There was a boy knelt before me—barely sixteen. Hands tied, face battered, but still glaring at me defiantly.I remembered what I did.And what I didn’t do.And the price I paid.I woke up gasping.Gun ready in my hand.Sweat dripping off my chest.Alessia was gone from the bed.Found her on the balcony, Luca sleeping in her lap, stars hanging like soft dust overhead.She didn’t even look at me.Didn’t need to.She could feel the crack.It hadn’t healed since everything came to light."I know what you think I am," I said softly.She traced circles on Luca’s back."I think you’re still deciding."Fair enough.The safehouse felt colder this past week. Not because of the weather.But because of the choices we made.Every step we took now had consequences we couldn’t und

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

The Devil’s Deal (chapt. 52)

Alessia’s POVI came across a letter wrapped in lavender cloth. It was all faded and worn, tucked away inside a book that Matteo took from Elena’s old room. I didn’t recognize the cover, but the moment I opened it, I knew the handwriting right away. It was Elena’s—delicate but intentional, like a whisper hidden between the lines.If you’re reading this, it means something went wrong.And if it’s you, Alessia… then I’m already gone.My hands shook as I kept reading.I wanted to tell you everything. About Papa. About the fire. About Luca.But I knew if I shared too much, they’d come for him.So, I did what I had to—ran, hid, bargained.But I made sure that if they ever silenced me, the truth wouldn’t be buried.Check the hollow base of Papa’s desk. You’ll find it—what he had against Viktor. The thing that kept everyone quiet.It’s not just about Luca. It’s about the children. The ones they took. The ones they sold. It’s bigger than vengeance, Sia. It’s about redemption.I dropped the le

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

The Disappearing Act (chapt.53)

Alessia’s POVI stepped out of the cathedral, expecting chaos. Instead, there was nothing but silence. No snipers, no suits, no hint of death—just the heaviness of Viktor's words reverberating in my mind."One piece walks out. One piece burns."I kicked the chessboard over, but I could feel the game still coursing through me. With Viktor, the game never really ends.I got back to the safehouse before sunrise. Matteo was waiting at the door, his eyes dark, his voice tight.“He's gone.”I froze. “Who?”“Luca.”Panic hit me like a bullet. It wasn’t a scream or a sob; it was just a stillness that sucked the air out of my lungs and left it icy in its place.“Show me the cameras,” I said, already on the move. Rafael was there too, tense, fingers flying over the keyboard.The footage was too clean—no forced entry, no sounds, no movement, just a time jump. One second Luca was sketching by the fireplace, and the next, the screen glitched. When it came back, he was gone.“He was extracted,” Raf

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Ashes Don’t Lie (chapt.54)

Alessia’s POVViktor Volkov was officially dead. Again. But this time, there was a body.A bullet. Witnesses. And the blood still fresh on Nikolai’s gloves.It made headlines across Europe:"Criminal Kingpin Shot in Private Depot.""Interpol Confirms Viktor Volkov’s Death.""Leaked Files Reveal Vetra Child Trafficking Ring."But with every headline, a question lingered: Who leaked it?And now? The world was starting to provide some answers."Do you think we did the right thing?" I asked Nikolai as we sat in the warehouse-turned-safehouse in Rome.He didn’t look up, focused on his hands."They were going to keep taking children," he replied. "So yes."Silence stretched between us. But in his eyes, I could see the burden.It’s never easy to kill your maker, even when they deserve it.We went quiet for days.Luca barely spoke, but he stayed close, sketching faces and flames in his little notebook.Matteo tended to his wound like it was nothing, but I caught the wince whenever he moved hi

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Where Ghosts Wait (chapt. 55)

Alessia’s POV The monastery loomed at the edge of Umbria’s hidden hills, covered in vines and wrapped in silence. Stone arches, long swallowed by time. A bell tower split right down the middle. Birds circled overhead, as if they remembered the screams. Rafael had confirmed it. A transfer of funds from the church—masked as “restoration aid”—led us here. The signature? Ambrose Salvi. “It feels like a graveyard,” Matteo murmured as we neared the entrance. “It is,” Nikolai replied. “For faith. For names.” I couldn’t argue with that. Every footstep felt like we were walking through memories. Inside, the chapel was frigid. The pews lay shattered. The altar was empty and hollow. And on the far wall, a mural that was only half-finished: a woman’s face — Elena’s. I froze. “She was here,” I whispered. Matteo traced the cracked paint. “Or someone wanted us to believe she was.” That’s when the voice came. “I didn’t expect you to find me so soon.” I whipped around. And ther

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

What We Bury (chapt. 56)

Alessia’s Perspective The wind hit me hard when I got back to the monastery. I didn’t say anything to Matteo. I just couldn’t. The silence that hung between us wasn’t angry, but it was heavy. It felt like two people on opposite sides of a memory neither of us could repair. Ambrose was at the broken altar, spreading out a scroll covered in old papers. Drawings. Diagrams. Maps with fading ink. “What’s this?” I asked. He glanced up, looking worn out. “It’s the original plan. The route Viktor took to smuggle the children from Eastern Europe to Rome. There are tunnels, hidden checkpoints—places no one would dare dig.” Nikolai leaned in closer. “Where does it lead?” Ambrose pointed to the paper. A faded red X marked right in the Vatican district. “No way,” Matteo said under his breath. “They wouldn’t dare touch the Church.” “They didn’t have to,” Ambrose replied. “The Church came to them.” I felt nauseous. But I wasn’t surprised. Every layer we peeled back on this opera

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

The Hollow Below (chapt. 57)

Alessia’s POV We made our way into the tunnels just before dawn. Ambrose took the lead, lantern lit, maps tucked away, and a heavy burden of guilt trailing behind him. Nikolai followed closely, silent and tense. Matteo and I lagged a bit further back, both pretending the thick air around us didn’t exist. And Luca? He walked right next to me, humming a tune I didn’t recognize, seemingly unaffected by the gravity of the situation. This entrance had been sealed off long ago—according to the Vatican records, it collapsed in 1983. But Ambrose knew better. “It was sealed with stone. Not by accident, but on purpose,” he said, tracing the carvings with his fingers. “Arturo helped fund the cover-up. Viktor did too.” With a powerful kick, Nikolai broke the cement seal. And there it was—the past waiting for us like an open grave. It was colder in the tunnel than I had anticipated. Narrow, twisting, filled with inscriptions and Latin prayers half-erased by moss. But as we ventured

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

The Girl Who Didn’t Speak ( chapt.58)

Alessia’s POV We decided to name her Sofia. It was the name Luca murmured when we asked. Because she didn’t say a word. But her silence spoke volumes. Her eyes were wide, yet empty, almost like they had witnessed things no child should ever have to see. She held on to Luca as if he were the first safe thing she’d ever encountered. And honestly, he probably was. Even when I bathed her, fed her, or held her close, her grip only relaxed when Luca was close by. “She’s not just a product of trauma,” Ambrose observed, watching her intently. “She’s evidence.” I glanced up from wrapping Sofia in a towel. “Evidence of what?” “Evidence that Salvage is still in business.” Nikolai chimed in, “There’s no way she made it through that tunnel on her own. Someone was operating it.” Which meant… Viktor wasn’t the end of it. He was just the last face we’d seen. And now, someone else was stepping into his shoes. Luca’s POV I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I felt such a connection

Last Updated : 2025-08-31

The Leak (chapt. 59)

Alessia’s POV I didn’t hesitate for a second. The file Nikolai handed me—bank statements, photos, secret messages between Cardinal Severi and Viktor—I uploaded everything to the encrypted dropbox Rafael set up. It was all set to go live at dawn, hitting five major news outlets. And once that happened? There would be no escaping the truth. No way to take it back. No more “misunderstanding.” At 6:03 AM, the world got the scoop: Salvage was real. The Church had funded it. And Severi wasn’t a man of God—he was a trafficker of children. By 8:00 AM, we were on every screen in Italy. And by 9:00, we got our first warning. A black car was parked across the street from our safehouse in Florence. Windows tinted. Engine idling. No plates. Nikolai spotted it first. “Time’s up,” he muttered. “They’ll come tonight.” We started getting ready right away. Rafael wiped all the drives clean. Matteo took Luca and Sofia to the car. Ambrose loaded up the weapons. I stood in the kitc

Last Updated : 2025-08-31

When the Silence Breaks (chapt.60)

Alessia’s POV I didn’t sleep at all. I spent the whole night watching Ambrose from the window. He was sitting by the fire, flipping through a leather journal—probably Elena’s. He seemed like a man with nothing to hide. But then again, so did Viktor, Arturo, and Severi. I had figured out by this point: not all evil wears dark clothing. Sometimes, it shows up with a grin. By morning, my mind was in a tailspin. Every memory I had with Ambrose was now riddled with questions. Why did he vanish after Elena died? Why did he seem to know so much but only acted when it was too late? And why was he still in contact with people I’d never heard of? Nikolai found me pacing in the hallway. “You suspect he’s compromised?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest. “I think he’s not being completely honest with us.” “That makes him just like the rest of us,” he shot back. I gave him a hard look. “Don’t defend him. Not now.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not. Just saying—if h

Last Updated : 2025-08-31

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